Chapter 463: Luminous Flow

A massive force, accompanied by an extremely chaotic and frenzied aura, spread rapidly, causing everything around to crack and dry, and the two tightly sealed "Summoning Gates" split open with a fissure.

Several strands of blood‑red and dark‑red interwoven light instantly vanished into the massive arm flowing with a sinister liquid, swiftly erasing the grotesque objects that had sprouted from the pitch‑black viscous fluid, then turning into deep‑red shackles that pulled apart the arm of Divine Scion Si E A.

As the fissure between the two Summoning Gates formed, it was as if a massive force pushed from behind; several streams of differently colored, complex‑aura light burst forcefully from the opposite side of the gate, turning into countless meteors that scattered and fell.

Reketon, who had been watching this side, flickered in an instant; relying on the prophet master's keen intuition, he locked onto the trajectory of a cerulean light, his figure flashing repeatedly in the sky, appearing directly in front of the cerulean light.

Brilliant starlight continuously manifested before him, swirling in layers, then instantly recoiling, coalescing into a tangible mass.

Boom!

The massive impact twisted Reketon's expression for a moment, and he sensed a subtle, high‑rank spiritual contamination that could even affect him by distorting the starlight he generated.

This sensation resembled the astrolabe of the Grand Duke "Round Moon", but was stronger, approaching a demigod level, and carried a subtle yet intense impurity.

As thoughts fluttered, Reketon radiated more spirit, and star‑like points of faint blue light appeared around him one after another, dense and dazzling.

The starlight continuously recoiled, forming before him a swirling, ever‑compressing mass of Star Sand.

Until all the strange forces were gathered, the rotating Star Sand coalesced into a transparent crystal sphere about the size of an adult's fist.

Within the crystal sphere, fragments of starlight floated by from time to time; it seemed that with enough focus and careful observation, one could see the hidden brilliant starry sky inside.

In another direction, Plak, who reacted almost simultaneously with Reketon, also intercepted a gray‑white light.

He originally intended to open the Nether Gate within his own body to capture the diffusing light, but as soon as the idea formed, his spirit trembled indescribably, seemingly poised to have a great impact on him.

Out of caution, he directly communicated with the true Netherworld, summoning a group of semi‑transparent specters; he commanded them to construct, mid‑air, a semi‑transparent wall bearing countless pale, twisted faces, with a dense death aura solidifying into a thin mist that floated up and down the wall.

Boom! With a somewhat ethereal collision sound, the semi‑transparent wall shattered instantly, then, under Plak's control, retracted and solidified into a somewhat illusory semi‑transparent net.

The intercepted gray‑white light struggled for a moment, then fell silent, powerless to continue.

Plak noticed the gray‑white light gradually thinning, hinting at a return to nature; he furrowed his brows, tore a button from his coat, and tossed it into the semi‑transparent net.

The stray gray‑white light seemed to find a host, swiftly converging onto the bronze‑colored button.

Not far from the already vanished Summoning Gate, a beam of light composed of tangled knowledge streaked by, directly enveloping and intercepting a strand of light.

Within the light formed by tangled knowledge, Bierna Dai's figure rapidly reassembled; in the palm of her right hand hovered a mist the size of an infant's arm, continuously flowing and reshaping.

In the next instant, dense, dazzling starlight flickered into view, covering the glow of the Blood Moon; the brilliant starlight traced a cold, indifferent eye across the sky, and space itself seemed to warp at that moment.

The streams of light that had originally shot outward traced bizarre arcs across the sky, like cars that suddenly lost control, careening over muddy, steep mountain roads.

Though the process was heavily distorted, those streams of light seemed to carry a subtle, lofty will, breaking through the seal she imposed and soaring farther away.

Seeing her obstruction ineffective, Bierna Dai ceased her attack, frowning slightly as she gazed at the mist she had trapped in her hand.

From that mist she sensed a chaotic force, similar yet not identical to the Black Emperor's path of chaos, inexplicably reminding her of a wishing lamp.

This feels very close to the aura I once felt when I made a wish to the Lamp God—after all, isn't the Lamp God also a being beyond this world?

As thoughts fluttered, she looked up at the still scarlet Blood Moon, her gaze seeming to pierce the sky to glimpse the abstract astral realm.

Just before her eyes could glimpse the astral realm, she averted her gaze, turning instead toward the distant struggle between Divine Scion Si E A and the blood clan's Duke.

One sought to intercept a strand of light whose aura closely matched its own, the other aimed to hinder the opponent, and they began tugging at each other in the sky.

A silver‑white stream of light, altered by the influence of the Round Moon Duke and Si E A, changed direction and headed toward the manor where the Original Moonlight believers had gathered.

Bierna Dai narrowed her eyes toward that direction; she saw the almost solidified River of Fate manifest there, as if a fate node had emerged, gathering countless tributaries of destiny.

High‑ranking beings or extraordinary ones with a path of fate exert influence there—an aggregating effect? Does it also affect things beyond the twenty‑two paths?

Thoughts fluttered one by one, and Bierna Dai's figure once again transformed into a beam of light condensed from tangled knowledge, surging toward the location of that manor.

In a corner of the manor where the Original Moonlight believers gathered, Tu Ba Ge, Bri, and Ritz hid atop a massive tree formed from vines, their eyes fixed unblinking on their surroundings.

Half of the mechanical apparatus covering Ritz's body was damaged; he lay on the teal‑green branch like a salted fish, muttering:

"I can't move; this pile of iron is too heavy, and the few mechanical parts that could generate thrust were all broken by those vampires."

Bri perched on a branch on the other side, elegantly licking its milky‑white paws; after hearing Ritz's words, it glanced sideways at him and said calmly:

"If you can't move, just remove them first; otherwise, your immobility makes you a sitting target."

"No! What if we can't retrieve them? Crafting those machines cost me a lot of materials."

Ritz pursed his lips and retorted reluctantly.

Its position on the branch allowed it to gaze at the sky, where it then saw a silver‑white meteor streak across, drawing ever closer.

"Wait, it looks like a meteor is falling!"

Startled, Ritz stood up from the branch, but the heavy load made his balance waver, and he stumbled, falling off the branch.

"Ugh~" *Boom! *

A scream and the thud of a heavy object hitting the ground rang out.

Bri, perched on the branch, leapt down gracefully; his landing point seemed off, stepping onto the crouching Ritz, his foot slipping, and he fell straight onto Ritz.

"Ugh."

Tu Ba Ge lowered his head to glance at the two cats who had just fallen into misfortune, hesitantly reaching for the probability die in his pocket, suspecting that his earlier movement had accidentally nudged the die, altering its numbers.

The silver‑white meteor sped down from the sky, its gleaming light filling Tu Ba Ge's view.

There was no scorching heat or flame, nor any rumbling sound; it appeared silently before him.

Tu Ba Ge frantically waved his staff, trying to block the meteor heading toward him.

To its surprise, it felt no impact from the meteor; the silver light was weightless, as if drawn into his staff, rapidly merging and distorting the staff's shape.

"Whoa!"

Tu Ba Ge froze for a moment, then missed his footing and fell straight onto the ground, landing precisely on Bri, who was rising from atop Ritz.

Boom! Tu Ba Ge and the two cats, Bri and Ritz, piled up like a stack of monks.

"What bad luck!" he muttered, shaking his head as he scrambled off Bri, kicking his legs to land on the ground beside them.

"Ugh!" "Ouch!"

"My waist is broken!"

"Stinky rabbit! You need to lose weight!"

Buli and Li Ci felt as if they had been struck hard; the whole cat was a bit dizzy and for a moment lacked the strength to stand up.

Tu Ba Ge patted its body with both paws, feeling no sign of the probability die; it looked around in a panic, even lifted the prone Buli and Li Ci off the ground, shaking them twice to check whether the probability die had landed on them.

"Ugh, let go."

"My bone is broken, you fat rabbit, don't touch me!"

Li Ci, after being thrown down by Tu Ba Ge, staggered with light steps twice, then lay down again, gritting his teeth and glaring angrily at Tu Ba Ge.

Buli weakly lay on the ground and rubbed his belly; he felt his organs had shifted a bit under the recent heavy pressure, the rabbit's weight being abnormal. When I become an alchemist later, I will definitely transform myself into a mechanical cat; the Mechanical Master's body is far too fragile.

Pat—pat, a dark‑brown baton and a milky‑white die fell from the tree one after another.

Buli looked at the thing that fell before him, and, puzzled, shouted to Tu Ba Ge:

"Hey, rabbit, are you looking for this die?"

Tu Ba Ge glanced this way, darted over swiftly, even leaving a faint afterimage behind.

(End of chapter)