108: Chapter 108 is truly magnificent!

The field of vision suddenly widened.

Kalen, riding a Wind-Flame Steed and leading his tribesmen through a jagged crimson rock zone, finally saw it.

Ahead was no longer an endless, scorching plain.

On a relatively flat piece of open ground stood buildings that clearly did not belong to this world.

All these man-made traces revolved around a single center.

There, a mirror-like vortex about ten meters high emitted a soft glow.

The passage!

It was the gateway to the new world!

An uncontrollable light of excitement instantly erupted in Kalen's eyes, and his breathing quickened.

Then, he turned his head to look at the tribesmen following behind him.

Their faces were also filled with ecstasy and longing at this moment.

Kalen took a deep breath, raised his clenched fist high, and used all his strength to roar out the emotions suppressed in his heart.

"It's right ahead! The New World!!!"

"Roar!!!"

"The New World!!"

"Charge!!"

This shout was like a spark falling into boiling oil, instantly igniting the blood of all the Flame Beastmen.

Amidst this boiling wave of sound, Kalen's gaze bypassed his tribesmen, whose faces were distorted with excitement, and looked back toward the direction they had come from, toward that crimson wasteland left behind.

Images of the tribe where he had lived for decades flashed before his eyes, followed by the figure of the old Tribe Priest, Geer... and finally, the roaring face of Chief Karuge.

Clang!

Karuge's voice rang in his ears once again.

"Go!!!"

Kalen snapped back to his senses, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes vanishing completely.

He grabbed the bone ornament staff hanging by his saddle, a symbol of the tribe priest's authority, and held it high.

"Ancestors protect us, may the flames never be extinguished!"

He roared, urging his mount forward and waving his staff to part the remaining agitated beasts, then charged first toward that glowing, swirling passage entrance without looking back!

After he entered, the tribesmen following behind also brandished their weapons and charged in with him.

...

The moment his body submerged into the passage vortex, Kalen felt himself enveloped by a warm current.

His sense of time became blurred; it seemed like only a brief instant, yet also as if a long time had passed.

Ahead, a speck of light lit up at the end of the flowing passage and rapidly expanded.

Kalen's spirits rose, and he tightened his grip on the bone ornament staff.

The brightness grew more intense, quickly swallowing his vision.

Then, his body suddenly felt light, and a completely different kind of air rushed toward him—cool, moist, and carrying the fresh scent of soil and plants.

He burst out of the passage, appearing in mid-air outside the Mystic Realm exit.

Below, it was no longer a monotonous crimson and charred black.

What met his eyes was a rolling, lush sea of green forest!

A rich aura of life instantly overwhelmed him. That green, containing vigorous vitality, made his pupils shrink as someone accustomed to wasteland scenery, and his breath hitched.

This is... the New World!

His daze lasted for only half a second.

Combat instincts and his duties as the new priest immediately brought him back to clarity.

Kalen let out a low growl, his right arm muscles bulging as he raised the heavy bone ornament staff high, tip pointing down, preparing to set up a Flame Totem Array here to provide protection and power buffs for the tribesmen coming in after him.

However, at the very moment he exerted force to stab it down...

A sudden change occurred!

A completely foreign, unimaginably violent force erupted within his body without warning!

It wasn't the scorching flame energy he was familiar with, but a more overbearing, exclusionary power of laws.

"Ugh, ah!"

His eyes bulged, and his muscles spasmed violently and uncontrollably.

No... not like this...

They had finally escaped that terrifying hell with great difficulty...

He didn't want to die; he still had to inherit the will of the Chief and his teacher, lead the tribe to survive, and make the tribe flourish once again...

...

Bang!

After sensing that someone was about to appear at the exit, Gu Changming and the others looked up.

A burly, crimson figure was the first to charge out of the glow.

But soon, while that crimson figure was still suspended in mid-air, seemingly before it had time to make any move...

A flash of dark red light passed over it without warning.

The opponent was instantly squeezed and popped like a balloon filled with red paint.

Crimson light, accompanied by fragments of flesh and energy, burst forth like a brief and piercing firework, flashing in the air before quickly annihilating.

Before they could process this eerie scene, the passage glow flickered rapidly again.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dozens more crimson figures poured out one after another, their roars faintly audible.

And then.

Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang...!

A series of dense explosions, like firecrackers and fireworks during a grand festival, burst in mid-air.

Clusters of crimson light, large and small, flashed in succession, the exploding flesh and energy fragments weaving into a brief and gorgeous performance.

Red light flickered on and off, and the embers of annihilation fell like black snow.

The passage continued to flicker rapidly, like opening a floodgate to the new world.

The airspace near the passage exit was instantly dyed into a flickering, shimmering scarlet 'sea of flowers.'

At this moment, all the humans around the Mystic Realm looked up, quietly watching this grand and eerie performance.

The expected slaughter did not arrive; instead, there was this incomprehensible, almost absurd one-sided destruction.

Gu Changming was also watching, watching that unceasingly flickering red light.

Watching and watching.

A complex emotion began to flow in his eyes.

"It's truly... splendid."

When human civilization was destroyed in the previous life...

Would that last bit of beautiful afterglow have been just as splendid?

"Yeah, it really is splendid."

Tang Ningfei echoed at this moment.

Surprised, Gu Changming turned his head to look at her.

She was also looking up, her gaze chasing every 'firework' that bloomed and vanished in the sky. Her face didn't have the same complex expression as his, but rather a near-pure focus attracted by the light and shadow.

Gu Changming watched her quietly for two seconds, then withdrew his gaze and looked back at the sky.

Subsequently, that slight bit of complex sentiment quietly faded from his face.

He relaxed his shoulders and adjusted his stance to make himself more comfortable for watching.

Then his gaze followed those explosive trajectories, watching how they rapidly expanded from a speck of crimson into a dazzling fireball, and how they quickly dimmed, shattered, and turned into drifting embers.

It was truly a rare, cool, and splendid firework show.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching quietly as if appreciating some celebratory performance.

"It's truly splendid," Gu Changming said once again.