Chapter 462: Gate of Summoning

One thought after another slides through his mind; Lei Kedun has no intention of restraining his ideas, instead he continuously emits thoughts, interfering with the opponent's theft.

He has never used the "Cursed Source" extraordinary ability; the negative effect of that magical item is that for each extraordinary ability he steals, he also loses an extraordinary ability himself— and he unfortunately lost one of his core extraordinary abilities?

Because he has mastered enough death and curse spell abilities, he doesn't mind losing a few during battle, and if the loss is his own negative curse, he can even become stronger.

The thoughts in his mind keep surfacing and disappearing; even without watching Zha Te Wen's expression, Lei Kedun can feel that the other is now very displeased.

The next second, the prophet master's intuition produced a vague premonition; his conditioned reflex reached out into the void, consuming spiritual energy, yet received no feedback from the mysterious reappearance; without any hesitation, he reached forward a second time.

An invisible layer instantly covered his body, transforming him into a state of nonexistence.

The next moment, a terrifying, eerie, silent shriek echoed; an ultimate curse erupted around, and the stars scattering radiant beams in the air began to flicker, alternating light and darkness.

When the burst of curse passed, Lei Kedun immediately took a black‑jade‑like chess piece from the void and threw it toward Zha Te Wen.

The piece vanished the moment it touched his body; his body instantly seemed multiplied countless times, unable to perform even a simple movement.

Lei Kedun narrowed his eyes; thoughts flickered across his mind, his figure suddenly shimmered, appearing in the trembling starry air, then spreading spiritual energy to stabilize those dazzling stars.

The surrounding brilliant stars instantly turned golden, beginning to slowly converge toward the center, shedding grand, pure, scorching light.

The overwhelming scorching sun aura painted the surroundings golden; Zha Te Wen's body, like a crab dropped into boiling water, quickly turned bright red, with thin black wisps of vapor constantly spewing from him.

His movements slowed, even his expression became sluggish, showing no sign of the burning pain from the sun domain's power.

Lei Kedun pushed both hands downward; the converging golden stars instantly accelerated, spiraling downwards.

At the very core of the golden radiance, a pure, blinding white sphere, enwrapped by countless holy flames, fell straight down.

The terrifying light and heat instantly swept the ground; the massive pure sphere expanded into a blinding white miniature sun bright enough to illuminate a city, turning the entire space pure white, obscuring everything.

Lei Kedun again extended his hand, pulling a formless thing to cover himself, converting him into a non‑existent state, then moved toward the direction where he remembered Zha Te Wen to be.

He clearly recalled that he had just had a mysterious reappearance stolen; this miniature sun could not harm the opponent, only to make them consume that mysterious reappearance while hiding his own form.

Without Lei Kedun's spiritual sustain, the blinding white that made eyes unable to open quickly faded, leaving only lingering light and heat in the air, and a gray‑white, sunken ground.

Around Lei Kedun swirled solidified starlight, shielding most of the light and heat.

He looked at Zha Te Wen, whose skin had turned withered yellow and cracked inch by inch, whose sparse beard on his chin had completely vanished; before he could react, Lei Kedun placed a hand on his shoulder.

A thick, impenetrable blackness suddenly emerged, bearing an intensely decadent aura, spreading from Lei Kedun's palm into his body.

"Uh" Zha Te Wen let out a strained, almost roaring scream.

The sound seemed capable of shattering all objects and even spirits, a Level‑Three Sequence "Wailing Spirit Screech" that carries extreme pain and curse.

Lei Kedun's body fragmented inch by inch under this terrifying sound wave, turning into a mass of foam.

These foams, illuminated by the light, reflected dreamlike colors, then were torn apart by the screeching wave, vanishing instantly.

As the foam dissipated, the already misshapen island space slid away like a heavy curtain, revealing the night sky of the real world with a red moon hanging high.

Zha Te Wen felt a void beneath him, his body losing support and falling straight down.

Lei Kedun's silhouette appeared on the other side of the night sky, still holding a uniquely shaped, heavily destructive long spear, its tip etched with mysterious symbols, its shaft like a branch.

The next moment, the spear slipped from his hand, becoming a blinding white meteor that, unavoidable and unstoppable, pierced Zha Te Wen's left chest, leaving a bowl‑sized hole.

The alien pathway's powerful vitality prevented immediate death; instead, the intense chest pain helped him regain some sanity corrupted by decay.

His figure gradually became transparent and ethereal, like a true wronged soul, disappearing the instant it fell into the river, constantly traversing the mirror world, escaping from here.

Lei Kedun stared calmly at the direction Zha Te Wen fled, and under the Eye of Secret Gazing, even with the mirror world barrier, he could still see the opponent's figure relatively clearly.

But this seemed to make Zha Te Wen mistakenly think Lei Kedun would pursue him, so he increased his speed through the mirror world, even forgetting to cleanse the decaying aura constantly infecting him.

Lei Kedun curled the corner of his mouth; his eyes flickered, instantly becoming profoundly deep, resembling the sea surface before a storm, losing a clear focus and turning into a boundless haze.

By peering into the River of Fate, he saw the future Zha Te Wen was heading toward, glimpsed a vague scene where he would meet someone he shouldn't due to an accident, walking toward destiny's end.

"What a pity about that silent disciple's trait; even if I can't use it, I can later hire Miss Sha Lun and her teacher."

Lei Kedun sighed softly, then turned his head toward a spot less than a hundred meters ahead of him.

A layer of dim night draped over, and two figures fell out from the hidden world.

Still dashing, with a hint of smile at the corners of his mouth, Mr. Pu La Ke, and a humanoid indistinguishable from a dry corpse, on whom faint crimson light spots began to appear.

Lei Kedun, somewhat surprised, glanced at the calmly hovering Mr. Pu La Ke; aside from some unstable aura and heavy spiritual consumption, he noticed no injury on the other.

Sensing Lei Kedun's gaze, Pu La Ke turned his head back, then smiled and said:

"Heh, I know quite a bit about the extraordinary ones of the Moon Path, know how to restrain them."

"Moreover, as a descendant of the Death God, even a thin‑blooded collateral descendant, I always have some special means and a fairly rich collection."

While speaking, he curled his left hand, revealing a dark‑gold cuff, extended his right hand to take it off, and casually placed it into the inner pocket of his coat.

Having done all that, his whole spirit seemed to relax; he brushed an imaginary sweat from his forehead, then looked at the corpse still floating in the air, as if it had been dead for ages.

Following Pu La Ke's gaze, Lei Kedun shifted his sight there; his eyes darkened, those extracted extraordinary traits were reconverging, and the corpse was reviving at a visibly rapid pace.

Lei Kedun frowned at Pu La Ke, voice tinged with doubt, "Revival?"

Pu La Ke nodded solemnly then shook his head, saying:

"He did indeed die; only his body was restored, lacking the necessary soul, hardly a person, more like a half‑body half‑monster, perhaps retaining some memories."

"This process seems irreversible; even if we now shatter his body, he— or rather it— will re‑coalesce under the influence of extraordinary traits, unless the original killing left no corpse at all."

"Such a bizarre resurrection ability has already surpassed the Moon Path, resembling an immortal witch."

Upon hearing this, Lei Kedun watched the deep crimson light points re‑gathering in the corpse in midair with caution, his intuition urging him not to use the Eye of Secret Gazing to scrutinize, fearing it would reveal something forbidden.

"Did this fellow die, triggering the Primordial Moon's lingering hand on him? Or was the ground ritual broken, forcing the Primordial Moon to act only through nearby followers to achieve its original purpose?"

As thoughts drifted, he looked up at the red moon overhead, unsure if it was an illusion; he felt tonight's blood moon seemed redder than usual.

"Clack~ Clack~" the sound of bodies twisting and deforming rang out.

Lei Kedun looked up; the resurrected Primordial Moon disciple had changed appearance, looking more like an out‑of‑control monster.

It paid no heed to Pu La Ke and Lei Kedun, who stood ready to kill it again, its body tinged pale red before the sun and death domains struck, becoming a hazy moonlight.

Under the attack, this moonlight shattered instantly, turning into red scales that dispersed on the spot, then swiftly reassembled at a higher altitude into a monster‑like body.

It stared madly and obsessively at the blood‑red moon above, sprouting crimson flames on its body as if sacrificing itself, its spiritual energy surged, expanding a deep red aura around it like another red moon, forming a strange connection with the sky's red moon.

In Lei Kedun's mind, a phantom buzzing sound seemed to arise, and the Prophet Master's intuition seemed to tremble.

He drew a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his chest, raised his hand, and condensed a deep, viscous mass of darkness in his palm, like the materialization of a fallen aura.

Then he flung that mass of darkness from his hand; the fallen aura instantly expanded, forming a black, viscous "sea" filled with fallen aura.

This "sea" trembled slightly upon contact with the illusory red moon formed by the crimson light, then, as if gaining some self-awareness, fell into internal contradiction, stalemated in midair for a moment, and dissipated into nothing.

Ripples spread through the crimson moonlight, as if an invisible pair of hands were wildly stirring the light within.

With a phantom creak, a vague, illusory door inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols swung open.

Beyond the door lay not the spirit realm that should have been connected, but an endless expanse of deep darkness—a vast, lonely, infinite, dark universe.

Suddenly, colorful light flashed from the depths of the dark universe, drawing nearer and growing brighter.

Pinpricks of bronze-colored light emerged from the void, darting swiftly through the crimson moonlight, tracing out one mysterious symbol after another, forming a pair of illusory eyes that could see everything.

Under the gaze of those eyes, a portion of the bronze light traced out a door identical to the first, inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols.

The remaining bronze light clung to the vague "Summoning Gate," continually changing itself, merging into it, until it strangely replaced part of it.

The two "Summoning Gates" overlapped, relying on that peculiar and subtle connection; the splendid light that should have burst forth from the gate instead returned to its origin, back to the depths of the dark, lonely universe.

The "Summoning Gate" created by the original moon-worshippers' self‑sacrifice quickly grew unstable under the erosion of the bronze light.

Boom!

A pair of illusory, burning specks of crimson—vast bat wings large enough to cover a city—appeared, slamming directly onto the two closely pressed "Summoning Gates" in an attempt to tear them apart by brute force.

A beam of light formed from illusory vast knowledge, invisible to the naked eye, shot out from the depths of the spirit realm, coalescing in midair into a beautiful female figure—Bernadette, who had sensed the anomaly in the spirit realm and hurried here.

She wore an olive‑green long dress and a soft hat with a black‑checkered veil hanging from the top.

She lifted her gaze to the two vague, illusory doors pressed together, shrouded in crimson moonlight, and to the pair of somewhat translucent, seemingly about‑to‑vanish giant bat wings.

She raised her hand and conjured an ancient‑style spear, its shaft aflame with clusters and specks of blood‑red dark red, and hurled it skyward without hesitation.

The dark‑red meteor streaked across the air, piercing in an instant the silhouette that had summoned the giant bat wings, leaving a fist‑sized hole and rapidly collapsing inward to outward toward death.

The monster's body, nearly out of control, trembled and turned to ash in the crimson flames, as if sacrificing its last spark of spirituality; the creaking, swaying illusory "Summoning Gate" that was slowly fading steadied itself again, like a final flicker of light.

A black, sticky arm that seemed to ooze eldritch fluid suddenly elongated, instantly spanning the great distance and crashing with a boom onto the two joined "Summoning Gates".

(End of Chapter)