Chapter 231
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Chapter 231: Title
Ye Er walked through the streets of Yueyang City, cradling Ao Lan in her arms. The city had transformed dramatically compared to three months prior.
Her heightened senses detected countless gazes lingering on her from the bustling crowd, yet many eyes fixated specifically on Ao Lan nestled against her.
As the ancient ancestor of the illustrious Ye family, revered for centuries in Yueyang City, Ye Er’s presence inevitably drew scrutiny—though publicly, she posed as the younger sister of the current family head.
While this guise warranted mild curiosity, it hardly justified such intense scrutiny.
But this was among Yueyang’s locals. Had they been on Blue Star, the fame of Ao Lan in her arms would have eclipsed her own status as a mere district Chief of the Special Bureau.
In Zhongxia, nearly every netizen had encountered Ao Lan’s images and videos. With only three dragons in the nation, his endearing charm captivated hearts from eight-year-olds to octogenarians, rendering his visue unforgettable.
Even if human cultivators might overlook him, spirit cultivators never would.
Ao Lan’s nose twitched as he sensed a faint aura. Leaning toward Ye Er’s ear, he murmured, “Sister Ye, there are spirit cultivators nearby.”
Spirit cultivators? Ye Er paused briefly before recalling Blue Star’s reality—flooded with “travelers,” a few spirit cultivators among them hardly surprised her.
“Ignore them,” she replied.
A thousand souls might seem numerous, yet scattered across a world, they dwindled to insignificance.
This was not an age of swift travel. While some might never cross paths, one truth held: those crossing into another world rarely reunited swiftly.
Consider Yueyang’s sprawling expanse—only five travelers, including Ao Lan, had surfaced thus far. This already exceeded expectations; most regions likely hosted but one.
The gathering of Blue Star travelers here owed itself to Ao Lan. A stroll with him acted as bait, drawing others to approach and exchange coded signals.
Ye Er knew the Heavenly Inquiry World neared its conclusion. With floods of travelers and the system’s guidance, acceleration was inevitable.
She intuited her True Form’s design—to train Blue Star’s Practitioners in mastering world-conquering patterns. Success would let the True Form retreat into shadow, undisturbed for millennia.
Their shared essence made deciphering such intentions effortless.
…
While the Heavenly Inquiry World thrived, the Outlets World matched its fervor—and surpassed it in ambition. Unlike trivial innovations like glass or soap that left history unshaken, Outlets played a grander game.
Blue Star’s first wave of travelers included no ordinary souls; each excelled in unique fields. By their third month, they’d propagated the faith of holy light across half the realm… Their inaugural holy war between light and darkness propelled world progress to fifty percent.
This was rule supplanting rule—hijacking the world’s existing belief deities to implant worship of the God of Light Yahweh.
As Outlets’ inhabitants embraced this deity, demonic summons seeped worldwide, forging a surreal balance of opposing moralities.
In a crowded square, flames licked a pyre’s base. A figure bound to a stake stood encircled by oil-drenched wood, awaiting a spark.
Xu Li, now cloaked in a wizard’s silver-embroidered crescent moon robe, watched amidst the throng. Gone were his initial casual pants and shirt.
Beside him lingered a woman and child—their hair barely concealing pointed ears.
Two elves.
Xu Li lowered his head after glimpsing the scene within, whispering to Merlinka in English, "These fanatics condemn innocents. That condemned soul bears no dark energy – this is no heresy execution."
The Outlets world mirrored medieval Western realms where malnourished laborers stood shorter than modern society’s dwellers. Xu Li’s practitioner-enhanced vision pierced through the crowd despite their peripheral position. Though this world hosted varied faiths and demonic entities explicable through magic systems, all Blue Star travelers quickly discerned its fundamental truth – deities were absent here.
Power thresholds remained absolute. Were Outlets as chaotic as Blue Star’s reality-defying nature, surrender would be wiser than struggle.
After crossing over, Xu Li’s aimless wandering miraculously led him to elven territories where fortune smiled again – he encountered Merlinka, the witch from England’s mystical circles. Their recuperation in sylvan glades brought cultural insights, though concealing their extradimensional origins proved crucial. Yet subtle interrogations by perceptive elves gradually unraveled their secret.
Merlinka’s elven heritage stood unquestioned, unlike Xu Li’s humanity. More astonishingly, her lineage purity rivaled first-generation elves from Outlets mythology – beings supposedly shaped by nature goddess’ divine blood, progenitors who nurtured the Mother Tree to birth second-generation elves. Contemporary elves instinctively revered Merlinka as divine emissary, easing their woodland sojourn.
"This holy war’s collateral damage," Merlinka observed dispassionately.
Xu Li maintained deference toward renowned extraordinary individuals, especially nation-representing figures like Merlinka whose combat prowess dwarfed his own. The "elf witch" title belied her battlefield mastery – no fragile spellweaver but a warrior-priestess.
Her theological maneuvering proved masterful: conflating Outlets’ nature goddess with Blue Star’s elven deity through strategic half-truths. While false, Merlinka’s living embodiment of primal elfhood lent credence to her manufactured dogma. Xu Li watched helplessly as native elves embraced this crafted narrative.
Torchbearers approached the pyre. Xu Li’s knuckles whitened. "They commence," he murmured through clenched teeth.
The holy war crystallized factional boundaries, proving societal fracturing simpler than unification. Unlike Blue Star’s nuanced alliances where hellish forces collaborated against abyssal invasions, Outlets’ conflict demanded absolute victory. Many stranded travelers enlisted with hellish camp forces, prioritizing dimensional conquest over moral quandaries.
Merlinka remained statue-still as Xu Li pleaded, "Must we spectate this atrocity?"
"You’d intervene."
"Yes."
"Needless entanglement," the elf countered, her three-month residency fostering no empathy for enemy world inhabitants.
"Our mission permits mercy."
"Then stay hidden." Merlinka’s hand anchored his shoulder, recognizing his telltale resolve. Blue Star’s reincarnation cycle offered afterlife continuity, but Outlets’ low-tier reality promised only void. One misstep could expose them both. "I’ll act."
