Chapter 651: Enter

Boom—

The fused dragon-beast’s heavy body slammed violently against the outer wall of the Gazing-Moon Hall under the effect of a gravity spell.

The intense shock sent clouds of dust cascading from the fissures of the hemispherical stone structure, rustling down and instantly burying the dragon-beast’s body.

Luo De leaped backward to create distance and avoid being caught in the blast.

“For a site once worshipped as divine, aren’t these three side halls—each holding a relic—strange?”

Events from the First Era are too distant; the truth is nearly impossible to uncover.

Never mind whether this so-called deity even existed.

“Pale Eye,” “Illusory Blood,” “Silent Crown.”

Can any of these three be linked to the Moon Deity? I’ve read little—don’t try to fool me.

Hailie cast a [Biological Field Barrier] on herself first.

Then she hurled a throwing knife at the fused Dance-Spirit and struck it with a [Weakened Host].

This spell weakens any creature capable of possession or parasitism within its host.

Yet when the magical rays struck the Dance-Spirit, nothing happened.

“Complete symbiotic fusion.”

The Star-Spirit girl frowned. “It is indeed strange, but the ancient inscriptions on the structure, once analyzed by scholars, carry no biased interpretation—meaning, at least, the intent is accurate.”

Unless biased interpretation is involved.

Luo De nearly laughed out loud.

This woman constantly boasts about Star-Spirit history and greatness, yet she clearly knows the truth.

She only says it because she’s a Star-Spirit—she has no choice.

A spear wrapped in emerald magic veered past a shard of ice-blade and shot straight for Luo De’s face, while the fused dragon-beast roared, using the thick dust and obscuring mist to silently circle behind him.

From his right palm, black fluid spread outward with the cold, metallic texture of steel, immovable as a mountain, forming a pure black cross-spear in his grip.

His muscular arm, steady as a dwarf’s steel prosthetic, unleashed countless flickering black blade flashes in an instant.

The charging fused dragon-beast suddenly lost all strength, its body erupting in waves of surging blood.

It finally shattered into dozens of chunks, tumbling and splashing into the crawling mist below with the force of its momentum.

Luo De didn’t even look.

His free hand shot upward, gripping the spear’s shaft—the tip trembled, mere centimeters from his face.

Under the emerald magical control, it tried to slip from his grasp.

But his fingers clamped like iron vices, unmoving.

[‘King of Polearms’ activated successfully.]

[‘Unknown Steel Spear’ confiscated!]

[Effect: None]

The emerald magic instantly shattered and faded.

Though hidden beneath full armor, the Dance-Spirit’s movements betrayed clear shock and hesitation.

Luo De chuckled.

He spun the steel spear half a circle in his palm—and it vanished.

Boom—

A thunderous, explosive roar tore through the forest, invisible to the naked eye, yet in an instant, a colossal shockwave blasted away the surrounding mist.

Look again.

The fused Dance-Spirit’s upper body was gone.

Like a column of dragonbreath crushing through, only a half-circular wound remained, cleanly pierced through.

Luo De retracted his Slime-Spear and brushed nonexistent dust from his palms.

He didn’t want to touch these things—they were disgusting.

Hailie walked over slowly, her face grim.

She exuded a small cluster of magic from her palm and showed it to Luo De.

—The magic cluster visibly leaked away, slowly.

“I felt something was off when I cast earlier—the mist’s absorption rate of magic has increased. This is bad.”

If we’re stuck in the labyrinth, at least someone outside knows—we can still hope the Return Prophet will find a way to rescue us.

But if the mist’s magic absorption keeps accelerating, recovery will never catch up—and the mage could soon face total magical depletion.

“Faster? Really?”

Luo De took a deep breath.

His spiritual energy, depleted in battle, refilled instantly as always.

Not bad—maybe a little.

He hadn’t even noticed until now.

Hailie stared, dumbfounded, as Luo De’s spiritual energy surged back to fullness in an instant. She poked his chest like she’d seen a ghost.

"Are you even human? You guy."

Luo De grabbed her hand.

To ease the discomfort of the enslavement mark, he also used the Grass Domain’s [Green Vine Mutual Healing] to restore energy.

Seeing him take her hand willingly, Hailie’s heart surged with excitement.

Finally, Luo De—you can’t hold back anymore.

Yet her face remained calm.

“This trial is almost certainly beyond your level—you can’t handle it.”

Luo De said.

The fused dragon-beast and Dance-Spirit had both reached mid-Eighth Tier.

They could tank and cast—unless they were exceptional, no single Star-Spirit trialist, even with a frontline, could defeat them alone.

“We have no choice—we wait here until the Return Prophet rescues us.”

Hailie sighed.

She could feel Luo De replenishing her energy beside her—and strangely, she felt less afraid.

“We can wait, but surrendering our fate entirely to others isn’t dignified.”

Luo De smiled.

He looked at the labyrinth’s rules on his panel.

—[Pleasing: Collect all three relics and offer them at the altar to end the labyrinth.]

At least this rule still stands—so the chance to end the labyrinth ourselves remains.

“You mean?”

Luo De tapped the outer wall of the Gazing-Moon Hall: “Take the relics—they’re right in front of us. Why wouldn’t we?”

Hailie frowned at the broken corpses and blood-soaked black earth: “But they—”

“They’re them. I’m me. Besides—it’s just fusion. I’ve fused with plenty of girls before.”

The Star-Spirit girl froze, a faint blush of luminescence flickering across her face.

“Ugh—in Star-Spirit law, sexual harassment carries a sentence of at least three years.”

Brief rest.

Once Hailie’s internal magic was fully restored.

The two entered the Gazing-Moon Hall through the curved gap.

—White.

Everything visible was white.

A flawless hemispherical white dome, its center embedded with a massive transparent crystal containing a pale eyeball.

The eyeball trembled slightly, as if alive.

Twelve silver chains extended from around the crystal, driven deep into the ground, engraved with ancient, blurred runes.

“Woo… woo… woo…”

A faint sobbing seeped into their ears.

“Crying?”

Hailie gasped. “Why is there crying inside the Gazing-Moon Hall?”

Luo De squeezed her hand gently: “Focus. It’s coming.”

The sealed pale eyeball suddenly slithered with a wet, squelching sound, its emotionless, black-veined pale pupil locking directly onto them.

[Attention!]

[You have been struck by ‘Lucas’s Mad Eye’!]

(End of Chapter)