Chapter 189: 189 – The Spectre’s In A Place Lost
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In a place hidden.
In a place lost.
In a place that existed no more.
Three pairs of eyes peered through the barriers of reality and fixed their gazes on to the events within the conflux of fate.
Each set of eyes were distinct in a striking manner filled with power that only gods could compare to, the first pair belonged to a woman whose eyes were violet like a mixture of purple auroras and shadows.
The next figure was also a woman her eyes held a stark contrast to the other woman's whose eyes held a powerful darkness within, her eyes instead were a brilliant sapphire blue that could illuminate the skies on the entire world.
Lastly was a man and his eyes didn't lose out in the slightest when compared to the two women beside him, for his eyes were a sterling silver, that seemed to hold every star, galaxy and universe they had ever gazed at within.
His eyes were the type that even gods would lose themselves within, however those silver eyes were filled with pain as crystal like tears formed within them, as the tears left his eyes they vanished into nothing.
"My love," the blue eyed woman looked at the silver eyed man with a sorrowful gaze, she brought her hand to stroke his face, but her hand passed through him, it disappointed her but it didn't take her by surprise.
She was just a shadow or a spectre of her former self, all three of them were the same, besides their eyes the rest of their bodies were made up of an illusory fog, such was the price they paid for a spell they had cast in a time that would never come to pass again, or at least that was their hope.
Things were already looking different from the past they had lived, and hopefully the spell they cast would have been worth it, it was a desperate hope of theirs, but it was also their only hope.
The blue eyed woman looked to the silver eyed man with warmth and tenderness in her eyes, her only sorrow was that he couldn't feel her touch.
"My love," she uttered once more this time her voice was gentle, "Do not blame yourself for what is to come, we steeled our resolve a long time ago and now it's time for me to disappear," she said with a few glistening drops appearing in the corners of her eye.
The silver eyed man suddenly turned his head to her, with even more pain in it than ever before, but this action completely took both her and the violet eyed woman by surprise.
In truth only the silver eyed man cast the spell that put them in their current state, had he done it alone he would have been sealed away in an isolated world of solitude, so they insisted on joining him, no matter what they couldn't leave the man they loved to endure the torment of time all by himself.
After joining him in casting a spell that not even the combined third grade gods of two plains could do he was left in a vegetable like state, unable to move unable to speak, his body became a prison and they were powerless to relieve his suffering.
The only thing the two of them could do was keep their husband company, and since the spell was cast so many years had passed that they stopped counting.
The action of him moving gripped their heart and the two-woman looked on expectantly as the illusory mouth of their husband struggled to moved.
In the end no sound came out of his mouth but his eyes were fixed tightly on the blue eyed woman, and by reading his lips she could make out what he was saying to her, I-I-I'm s-s-soor-r-ry… E-e-ed…' his mouth stopped twitching and a look of fatigue appeared in his eyes as they welled up with more crystal like tears.
The blue eyed woman felt her heart ache, it was evident that her husband had used all his will power and strength to communicate with her, but despite his best effort he couldn't even finish her name, then his eyes snapped away with all his focus on the scene of Edith carrying Lirian on her back, but he didn't seem to interested in what was happening.
It was if he had already determined the outcome off what was to come.
---
Edith's sapphire eyes contracted as Lirian revealed the identity of their assailants, she didn't doubt anything that Lirian had told her earlier, but seeing was believing, seeing the zealot was the absolute proof that someone was actively trying to silence Lirian.
"Now I'm certain that this is a joint effort between Efrideet and Telamon, if you reveal yourselves I'll tell you exactly how I'm able to resist life hierarchy suppression, and you know my method can help first accord cultivators resist the increased pressure brought about by second accord cultivators," Lirian said enticing them.
Lirian knew that no matter what power someone came from or how noble they were as long as they were cultivators there were certain things that could entice them, no matter how strong willed they were.
The zealot that was facing Edith and Lirian cast a quick glance in her surroundings, she knew that knowledge was useless to all of them, but they were planning to send a message to their masters about the secret behind Lirians adoption.
If they could learn how to negate life hierarchy suppression across different accords and pass the intel to their masters it would make a huge difference.
The zealot wasn't surprised when the shadows started to emerge all around Lirian, twenty silhouettes soon climbed out of the shadows forming a circle around Lirian and Edith.
Even Lirian was slightly surprised by the number that surrounded him, after all they were all seventh graders and just one was already over kill, at most he was expecting 10 zealots to attack him, but now he was confronted with twenty and only idiots would reveal all their strength from the start.
Lirian figured that their number might even be double what they showed, and he couldn't help but feel smug about the number of seventh graders that came to assassinate him.
In truth this was the first time that Lirian was living in such an advanced interstellar era in the mortal realm, normally he would be confined to the world he was born in until he reached the fourth grade, by that period he had methods to transfer himself to other worlds.
But no matter which world Lirian went to seventh graders were the legends amongst legends, each and every one of them was viewed as a god by the commoners and even other cultivators.
Most worlds wouldn't have more than a hundred seventh graders and the extremely advanced ones would have a few hundred at most, yet right now as an ordinary mortal, he was faced with a number of cultivators that would rewrite the entire power structure of the worlds he came from.
'Even my curse was unable to get me, such powerful enemies, while I was an ordinary mortal,' Lirian lamented to himself.
"Tell us about your ability and we'll give you a quick death," a man said loudly, based on how all the other zealots fell into silence before he spoke Edith believed that he must be someone with authority in the group.
That was indeed the case as the man speaking was Number 2 and he was the leader of Efrideet's zealots that came to assassinate Lirian, in the group of twenty it was only Efrideet's zealots that appeared, while Telamons remained hidden.
"A quick death," Lirian said, "From my understanding it's a zealots duty to get things done as quickly as possible, your assassins since when did assassins give their targets a slow death," Lirian ridiculed, his attitude taking everyone by surprise.
Even Edith was shaking like a leaf with her knee's threatening to give out at any second yet Lirian spoke as if the people before him were ordinary commoners unworthy of his attention.
He even decided to ridicule his assailants in a condescending manner, and he went so far as to tell them how to conduct themselves, which only served to evoke Number 2's fury.
Number 2 turned his gaze to Edith and looked her up and down with a filthy gaze, "It's okay if you don't want to tell us but if you don't I'll take your pretty girl friend right in front of you I know that your blind but I can have one of my psychics share their vision with you," he laughed coldly as Edith took a step away from him but she could still feel his gaze locked on her eyeing her body like a depraved beast.
"If that isn't enough for you I'll be more than happy to pass her around, we might be zealots but well men have their needs," Number 2 said with a light shrug of his shoulders and a cold smile on his face.
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In a place hidden.
In a place lost.
In a place that existed no more.
Three pairs of eyes peered through the barriers of reality and fixed their gazes on to the events within the conflux of fate.
Each set of eyes were distinct in a striking manner filled with power that only gods could compare to, the first pair belonged to a woman whose eyes were violet like a mixture of purple auroras and shadows.
The next figure was also a woman her eyes held a stark contrast to the other woman's whose eyes held a powerful darkness within, her eyes instead were a brilliant sapphire blue that could illuminate the skies on the entire world.
Lastly was a man and his eyes didn't lose out in the slightest when compared to the two women beside him, for his eyes were a sterling silver, that seemed to hold every star, galaxy and universe they had ever gazed at within.
His eyes were the type that even gods would lose themselves within, however those silver eyes were filled with pain as crystal like tears formed within them, as the tears left his eyes they vanished into nothing.
"My love," the blue eyed woman looked at the silver eyed man with a sorrowful gaze, she brought her hand to stroke his face, but her hand passed through him, it disappointed her but it didn't take her by surprise.
She was just a shadow or a spectre of her former self, all three of them were the same, besides their eyes the rest of their bodies were made up of an illusory fog, such was the price they paid for a spell they had cast in a time that would never come to pass again, or at least that was their hope.
Things were already looking different from the past they had lived, and hopefully the spell they cast would have been worth it, it was a desperate hope of theirs, but it was also their only hope.
The blue eyed woman looked to the silver eyed man with warmth and tenderness in her eyes, her only sorrow was that he couldn't feel her touch.
"My love," she uttered once more this time her voice was gentle, "Do not blame yourself for what is to come, we steeled our resolve a long time ago and now it's time for me to disappear," she said with a few glistening drops appearing in the corners of her eye.
The silver eyed man suddenly turned his head to her, with even more pain in it than ever before, but this action completely took both her and the violet eyed woman by surprise.
In truth only the silver eyed man cast the spell that put them in their current state, had he done it alone he would have been sealed away in an isolated world of solitude, so they insisted on joining him, no matter what they couldn't leave the man they loved to endure the torment of time all by himself.
After joining him in casting a spell that not even the combined third grade gods of two plains could do he was left in a vegetable like state, unable to move unable to speak, his body became a prison and they were powerless to relieve his suffering.
The only thing the two of them could do was keep their husband company, and since the spell was cast so many years had passed that they stopped counting.
The action of him moving gripped their heart and the two-woman looked on expectantly as the illusory mouth of their husband struggled to moved.
In the end no sound came out of his mouth but his eyes were fixed tightly on the blue eyed woman, and by reading his lips she could make out what he was saying to her, I-I-I'm s-s-soor-r-ry… E-e-ed…' his mouth stopped twitching and a look of fatigue appeared in his eyes as they welled up with more crystal like tears.
The blue eyed woman felt her heart ache, it was evident that her husband had used all his will power and strength to communicate with her, but despite his best effort he couldn't even finish her name, then his eyes snapped away with all his focus on the scene of Edith carrying Lirian on her back, but he didn't seem to interested in what was happening.
It was if he had already determined the outcome off what was to come.
---
Edith's sapphire eyes contracted as Lirian revealed the identity of their assailants, she didn't doubt anything that Lirian had told her earlier, but seeing was believing, seeing the zealot was the absolute proof that someone was actively trying to silence Lirian.
"Now I'm certain that this is a joint effort between Efrideet and Telamon, if you reveal yourselves I'll tell you exactly how I'm able to resist life hierarchy suppression, and you know my method can help first accord cultivators resist the increased pressure brought about by second accord cultivators," Lirian said enticing them.
Lirian knew that no matter what power someone came from or how noble they were as long as they were cultivators there were certain things that could entice them, no matter how strong willed they were.
The zealot that was facing Edith and Lirian cast a quick glance in her surroundings, she knew that knowledge was useless to all of them, but they were planning to send a message to their masters about the secret behind Lirians adoption.
If they could learn how to negate life hierarchy suppression across different accords and pass the intel to their masters it would make a huge difference.
The zealot wasn't surprised when the shadows started to emerge all around Lirian, twenty silhouettes soon climbed out of the shadows forming a circle around Lirian and Edith.
Even Lirian was slightly surprised by the number that surrounded him, after all they were all seventh graders and just one was already over kill, at most he was expecting 10 zealots to attack him, but now he was confronted with twenty and only idiots would reveal all their strength from the start.
Lirian figured that their number might even be double what they showed, and he couldn't help but feel smug about the number of seventh graders that came to assassinate him.
In truth this was the first time that Lirian was living in such an advanced interstellar era in the mortal realm, normally he would be confined to the world he was born in until he reached the fourth grade, by that period he had methods to transfer himself to other worlds.
But no matter which world Lirian went to seventh graders were the legends amongst legends, each and every one of them was viewed as a god by the commoners and even other cultivators.
Most worlds wouldn't have more than a hundred seventh graders and the extremely advanced ones would have a few hundred at most, yet right now as an ordinary mortal, he was faced with a number of cultivators that would rewrite the entire power structure of the worlds he came from.
'Even my curse was unable to get me, such powerful enemies, while I was an ordinary mortal,' Lirian lamented to himself.
"Tell us about your ability and we'll give you a quick death," a man said loudly, based on how all the other zealots fell into silence before he spoke Edith believed that he must be someone with authority in the group.
That was indeed the case as the man speaking was Number 2 and he was the leader of Efrideet's zealots that came to assassinate Lirian, in the group of twenty it was only Efrideet's zealots that appeared, while Telamons remained hidden.
"A quick death," Lirian said, "From my understanding it's a zealots duty to get things done as quickly as possible, your assassins since when did assassins give their targets a slow death," Lirian ridiculed, his attitude taking everyone by surprise.
Even Edith was shaking like a leaf with her knee's threatening to give out at any second yet Lirian spoke as if the people before him were ordinary commoners unworthy of his attention.
He even decided to ridicule his assailants in a condescending manner, and he went so far as to tell them how to conduct themselves, which only served to evoke Number 2's fury.
Number 2 turned his gaze to Edith and looked her up and down with a filthy gaze, "It's okay if you don't want to tell us but if you don't I'll take your pretty girl friend right in front of you I know that your blind but I can have one of my psychics share their vision with you," he laughed coldly as Edith took a step away from him but she could still feel his gaze locked on her eyeing her body like a depraved beast.
"If that isn't enough for you I'll be more than happy to pass her around, we might be zealots but well men have their needs," Number 2 said with a light shrug of his shoulders and a cold smile on his face.
In a place hidden. In a place lost. In a place that existed no more. Three pairs of eyes peered through the barriers of reality and fixed their gazes on to the events within the conflux of fate. Each set of eyes were distinct in a striking manner filled with power that only gods could compare to, the first pair belonged to a woman whose eyes were violet like a mixture of purple auroras and shadows. The next figure was also a woman her eyes held a stark contrast to the other woman's whose eyes held a powerful darkness within, her eyes instead were a brilliant sapphire blue that could illuminate the skies on the entire world. Lastly was a man and his eyes didn't lose out in the slightest when compared to the two women beside him, for his eyes were a sterling silver, that seemed to hold every star, galaxy and universe they had ever gazed at within. His eyes were the type that even gods would lose themselves within, however those silver eyes were filled with pain as crystal like tears formed within them, as the tears left his eyes they vanished into nothing. "My love," the blue eyed woman looked at the silver eyed man with a sorrowful gaze, she brought her hand to stroke his face, but her hand passed through him, it disappointed her but it didn't take her by surprise. She was just a shadow or a spectre of her former self, all three of them were the same, besides their eyes the rest of their bodies were made up of an illusory fog, such was the price they paid for a spell they had cast in a time that would never come to pass again, or at least that was their hope. Things were already looking different from the past they had lived, and hopefully the spell they cast would have been worth it, it was a desperate hope of theirs, but it was also their only hope. The blue eyed woman looked to the silver eyed man with warmth and tenderness in her eyes, her only sorrow was that he couldn't feel her touch. "My love," she uttered once more this time her voice was gentle, "Do not blame yourself for what is to come, we steeled our resolve a long time ago and now it's time for me to disappear," she said with a few glistening drops appearing in the corners of her eye. The silver eyed man suddenly turned his head to her, with even more pain in it than ever before, but this action completely took both her and the violet eyed woman by surprise. In truth only the silver eyed man cast the spell that put them in their current state, had he done it alone he would have been sealed away in an isolated world of solitude, so they insisted on joining him, no matter what they couldn't leave the man they loved to endure the torment of time all by himself. After joining him in casting a spell that not even the combined third grade gods of two plains could do he was left in a vegetable like state, unable to move unable to speak, his body became a prison and they were powerless to relieve his suffering. The only thing the two of them could do was keep their husband company, and since the spell was cast so many years had passed that they stopped counting. The action of him moving gripped their heart and the two-woman looked on expectantly as the illusory mouth of their husband struggled to moved. In the end no sound came out of his mouth but his eyes were fixed tightly on the blue eyed woman, and by reading his lips she could make out what he was saying to her, I-I-I'm s-s-soor-r-ry E-e-ed' his mouth stopped twitching and a look of fatigue appeared in his eyes as they welled up with more crystal like tears. The blue eyed woman felt her heart ache, it was evident that her husband had used all his will power and strength to communicate with her, but despite his best effort he couldn't even finish her name, then his eyes snapped away with all his focus on the scene of Edith carrying Lirian on her back, but he didn't seem to interested in what was happening. It was if he had already determined the outcome off what was to come. --- Edith's sapphire eyes contracted as Lirian revealed the identity of their assailants, she didn't doubt anything that Lirian had told her earlier, but seeing was believing, seeing the zealot was the absolute proof that someone was actively trying to silence Lirian. "Now I'm certain that this is a joint effort between Efrideet and Telamon, if you reveal yourselves I'll tell you exactly how I'm able to resist life hierarchy suppression, and you know my method can help first accord cultivators resist the increased pressure brought about by second accord cultivators," Lirian said enticing them. Lirian knew that no matter what power someone came from or how noble they were as long as they were cultivators there were certain things that could entice them, no matter how strong willed they were. The zealot that was facing Edith and Lirian cast a quick glance in her surroundings, she knew that knowledge was useless to all of them, but they were planning to send a message to their masters about the secret behind Lirians adoption. If they could learn how to negate life hierarchy suppression across different accords and pass the intel to their masters it would make a huge difference. The zealot wasn't surprised when the shadows started to emerge all around Lirian, twenty silhouettes soon climbed out of the shadows forming a circle around Lirian and Edith. Even Lirian was slightly surprised by the number that surrounded him, after all they were all seventh graders and just one was already over kill, at most he was expecting 10 zealots to attack him, but now he was confronted with twenty and only idiots would reveal all their strength from the start. Lirian figured that their number might even be double what they showed, and he couldn't help but feel smug about the number of seventh graders that came to assassinate him. In truth this was the first time that Lirian was living in such an advanced interstellar era in the mortal realm, normally he would be confined to the world he was born in until he reached the fourth grade, by that period he had methods to transfer himself to other worlds. But no matter which world Lirian went to seventh graders were the legends amongst legends, each and every one of them was viewed as a god by the commoners and even other cultivators. Most worlds wouldn't have more than a hundred seventh graders and the extremely advanced ones would have a few hundred at most, yet right now as an ordinary mortal, he was faced with a number of cultivators that would rewrite the entire power structure of the worlds he came from. 'Even my curse was unable to get me, such powerful enemies, while I was an ordinary mortal,' Lirian lamented to himself. "Tell us about your ability and we'll give you a quick death," a man said loudly, based on how all the other zealots fell into silence before he spoke Edith believed that he must be someone with authority in the group. That was indeed the case as the man speaking was Number 2 and he was the leader of Efrideet's zealots that came to assassinate Lirian, in the group of twenty it was only Efrideet's zealots that appeared, while Telamons remained hidden. "A quick death," Lirian said, "From my understanding it's a zealots duty to get things done as quickly as possible, your assassins since when did assassins give their targets a slow death," Lirian ridiculed, his attitude taking everyone by surprise. Even Edith was shaking like a leaf with her knee's threatening to give out at any second yet Lirian spoke as if the people before him were ordinary commoners unworthy of his attention. He even decided to ridicule his assailants in a condescending manner, and he went so far as to tell them how to conduct themselves, which only served to evoke Number 2's fury. Number 2 turned his gaze to Edith and looked her up and down with a filthy gaze, "It's okay if you don't want to tell us but if you don't I'll take your pretty girl friend right in front of you I know that your blind but I can have one of my psychics share their vision with you," he laughed coldly as Edith took a step away from him but she could still feel his gaze locked on her eyeing her body like a depraved beast. "If that isn't enough for you I'll be more than happy to pass her around, we might be zealots but well men have their needs," Number 2 said with a light shrug of his shoulders and a cold smile on his face.
