Chapter 59: The Altered Last Words of Bakal

Handsome, exceptionally handsome!

Pure, without any worldly distractions. Yelin felt that perhaps only this word could truly suit Seghart!

Sacred and majestic golden armor, with terrifying magical patterns rippling across its surface. The body beneath the armor was not flesh and blood, but a body of light composed of pure elements, dazzling to the extreme. In his hand, he grasped a sharp lightsaber, whose formidable energy made the +11 Blazing Sun pale in comparison.

How could the flickering light of a firefly dare to compete with the radiance of the scorching sun!

Seghart's thunder-blue hair actually swayed with his movements just like real hair.

To everyone's surprise, he took the initiative to leave the Lord's Palace, descending directly into the depths of the Dark Corridor, hovering high above the crowd like a condensed sun radiating dazzling light.

The magical army personally forged by Bakal, its strongest gatekeeper, the Lord of the Sky Tower—Seghart!

"Intruders!"

Seghart pointed his right hand at Vahn from afar, dense light gathering in his palm. The next instant, a surging beam of energy erupted.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Vahn had already vanished from the spot with the flash of light, and the Sky Tower—which had never been damaged before and was a tricky magical structure even for Awakened ones—was pierced straight through three layers!

"The aura fluctuation is still there; he's not dead yet."

"I'll go save him."

Princess Isabella had no time to ponder the mysteries of the Light Lord. Next came the battlefield of the big shots, so minor characters should retreat quickly.

G.S.D slowly drew his sword. Although Vahn had been drained of much of his stamina by the Heavenly Exterminator, Seghart's move proved that he was not someone ordinary Awakened ones could afford to provoke.

What surprised him even more was that while that beam of light would have been difficult for even him to take head-on, Vahn had actually managed to keep his life?

At that instant, his wave-perception sensed a mysterious magical energy surging to save Vahn's life. It seemed to be... Vahn's ring?

"Step back and ensure your own survival."

Before his voice finished falling, an equally formidable aura surged forth. At the same time, the sky grew dark...

Seghart's terrifying light energy had already illuminated the Dark Corridor as if it were broad daylight. After the old man drew his sword, it actually created a surreal scene where half was light and the other half was darkness.

Evil Eye of Asura!

"Though you dwell in darkness, your heart turns toward light. I sensed a trace of light's power within your dark domain. You are strong."

Seghart abruptly clenched his left hand into a fist, and fierce thunder energy exploded along his arm. Compared to that dead-hard-to-kill little bug of a moment ago, this blind old man was the one most worthy of being taken seriously.

"By order of Lord Bakal, banish all who trespass in the Sky Tower!"

Like a streak of light, Seghart swiftly pierced through the dark domain, his lightsaber pointing straight at G.S.D's fatal throat, only to abruptly shift his form the next second, dodging the wings of light that suddenly materialized behind the old man.

Soran took out an ancient magic scroll, unfurling a magic shield as she wanted to shout to Seghart that Bakal was already dead, and that they should end this unnecessary battle.

"Principal Soran, don't rush..."

Yelin grabbed her arm, shook his head slightly, and made a gesture for silence.

Seeing that both Soran and MayLoo were completely baffled, he could only sigh and softly explain: "The old man... *cough*, the big shot's strength should be slightly superior to the Light Lord's, but Seghart has an undying body, which gives him a bit of an advantage. Furthermore, the Lord's attributes are the exact opposite of the big shot's. Light and darkness naturally counteract each other, and it looks like the big shot is using Seghart to practice something."

The two supreme treasures of the Asura profession: the Wave Stone and the Secret Tome of Waves.

Although the former was in the old man's possession, it was merely an ordinary stone. When the old man instructed Asura practitioners, he often used this stone to inspire them to comprehend certain profound mysteries of wave-perception, which over time led to the rumor that it was a "divine artifact"!

As for the Secret Tome of Waves, while such a divine artifact did exist, no one knew its specific contents, and only fragmented rumors had spread across Arad.

According to the secret tome, when an Asura's awakening title, "Great Dark Heaven," is cultivated to its absolute limit, it transforms darkness into light, creating a phenomenon where extremes reverse themselves.

With equivalent strength and opposing attributes, Seghart was simply the ultimate whetstone tailor-made for the old man; there was no second option.

Yelin and Siera watched with great interest. Although the two powerhouses were not orthodox Weapon Masters, their swordsmanship was sharp and refined, offering a certain reference value.

"I'm a bit scared. We are at the very top of the Sky Tower, inside the Sea of the Clouds. What if they accidentally smash a hole through the magic array outside?"

Luna's pretty face turned pale. Fighting wasn't terrifying; what was terrifying was fighting inside the Sky Tower. She couldn't help but let her imagination run wild—what if the Sky Tower collapsed?

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred in the arena. The old man's aura plummeted sharply, the dark domain was completely torn apart by light, and he seemed to have lost even the ability to detonate his domain actively as a final resort.

Seghart's lightsaber pointed at G.S.D's glabella in an instant. The sharp sword Qi stopped half an inch away from the skin.

"You sensed it."

"Yes, such an evil gaze, and it seems to carry a curse effect."

The reason the old man suddenly fell into a disadvantageous position was naturally because he had been glared at by the Sinister Eye of the Suspended City. In fights between masters, not even the slightest mistake could be permitted.

"Great Light Lord, your master Bakal is already dead."

Soran hurriedly took out a magic scroll, seizing this rare opportunity and time in an effort to resolve the issue.

"To guard the Sky Tower to the death is my master's command!"

Seghart's thunder-blue hair trembled violently for a moment, then returned to calm.

His mission was to guard the Sky Tower. Even if Bakal were truly dead, he would still obey the final command Bakal gave him. This was loyalty; this was his undying conviction.

"This..."

Holding the magic scroll, Soran was at a loss for a moment. She hadn't expected Seghart to abide by Bakal's orders rather than care about Bakal's life or death.

"Let me."

Yelin snatched the scroll and ripped it open. Since Bakal left a dying message for Seghart, what could it be? Opening it to take a look would reveal the truth.

A wave of magical energy overflowed from the scroll, slowly forming a tall, sturdy projection in mid-air.

Even though the projection was blurry and constantly flickering, that oppressive, absolute dominance and imperial aura could only belong to the Tyrant Dragon Bakal.

"Seghart, I have felt your loyalty. Now, open the final Suspended City. There, you will find the trials, the rewards, and my final words that I have prepared. Do not destroy this rather interesting magic array. Fascinating, heh."

The projection ended there, but Yelin frowned slightly. The final words didn't actually include an order for Seghart to die? And he was even commanded not to destroy the magic array?

The Suspended City, a city suspended beneath the Sea of the Clouds, was rumored to have once numbered in the thousands, used to monitor the actions of the Empyreans.

Without any hesitation, Seghart shifted his form and plunged down through the crack he had made when striking Vahn.

"Let's follow him. The Tyrant Dragon's trial seems to be meant for us."

Dropping nimbly through the crack as well, before they even stood firm, they saw Seghart tear open a layer of the magic array, revealing a breathtaking suspension ladder condensed from zero-gravity fragments outside the Sky Tower.

On one side was the Sky Tower; on the other was the Suspended City. The suspension ladder was no more than a meter wide with no safety measures whatsoever, with billowy white clouds drifting beneath their feet...

"I have no interest in any rewards, old man, but what about that evil gaze? These little ones won't be able to endure it."

"The gaze of the Sinister Eye has an interval. Reach the summit within an hour," Seghart replied.

"Since the magic array is safe, I won't need to go up."

Soran breathed a sigh of relief. What made Seghart a headache was his blind loyalty, but what was comforting now was also his blind loyalty.

"I'm scared..."

Luna's pretty face turned pale. She wasn't afraid of heights, but the narrow passage combined with the howling cold wind made one's heart shudder.

"I'll carry you."

Yelin patted his shoulder, putting on the appearance of a thoughtful team leader.

"No way. If you make one misstep, two of us die..."

"Then I'm leaving? Aren't you tempted by the Apostle's reward? Don't you want to see the source of that evil gaze? Are you still a great Priestess? Do you have any ambition at all?"

While Yelin spouted sarcastic "taunts," Siera and MayLoo had already taken the lead and stepped onto the suspension ladder.

Siera wanted to become stronger herself and could not miss any potential opportunity, while MayLoo knew that Bakal was an Apostle, a mortal enemy of the Great Will, and someone who had participated in that ancient war.

"I'll trouble you then..."

Hesitating, Luna ultimately decided to go up and take a look; there was no reason to let the source of the evil gaze go uninvestigated.

Supported by Isabella, Vahn actually didn't leave, but instead staggered over to the entrance of the Suspended City as well.

His eyes flickered slightly. His injuries were lighter than anyone expected; Seghart's impact energy had caused almost no actual damage.

If he stepped into the Suspended City, relying on his remaining half-blade-master strength...

"Get lost! I didn't kill you only because it's not yet time to tear faces with that woman."

Seghart abruptly materialized in front of Vahn, the lightsaber in his palm growing increasingly dazzling as he pointed it with utmost disdain at Vahn's right hand—specifically, that peculiar ring.