Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1044 - 749: Immortal’s Clock

A flame ignites in the room.

But the burning flame emits neither light nor heat, upon closer inspection, one can discern the souls dancing within the fire.

As Tristramy reached the altar, the surrounding stone pillars were already covered in somber white flame, withered hands on the stone platform groped the engravings on it.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she had exerted all her strength, and then the stone platform opened to both sides, a silvery white brazier slowly rose.

A crack opened on Tristramy’s forehead, and a glowing Gold Coin squeezed out, but unlike before, this time a viscous liquid seemed to coat its surface.

Tristramy’s expression was particularly hideous.

"Ah... ah..."

She let out a series of suppressed low growls, and with a metallic clang, the Gold Coin fell as all the surrounding flames converged upon it.

"Let me see, what secret are you hiding?"

Tristramy’s eyes became cloudy, and at the same time, under the burning of the pale flame, the Gold Coin gradually melted.

A scene emerged before her eyes.

Mountains and forests, a delicate manor, a peaceful life.

Tristramy memorized the faces one by one, with some doubt showing on her face. But soon, as time flowed, the past traced in the scene became more and more detailed, drawing closer to the original starting point.

Rumble!

Like the creation of the world, she saw a mist-shrouded world, and then a figure appeared out of nowhere.

That ordinary body contained unimaginable power, the collision of rules disturbed the Mist, and the suppression of the world ensued.

Tristramy’s face was nearly transparent, a sign of severe overexertion of Soul Power, but at this crucial moment, she naturally wouldn’t give up easily.

A beast-like roar escaped her throat, her left eye suddenly exploded, shattered Soul Shards transformed into a stream of light and injected into the pale flame.

At this moment, the melting speed of the Gold Coin slightly slowed, allowing her to find more details in the scene before her.

"So that’s it... this is how it is!"

"That body originally belonged to you!"

Crack!

The flame extinguished, the Gold Coin that was almost melted returned to normal, but clearly, the ritual Tristramy conducted consumed a substantial amount of energy from the Gold Coin.

Its glow was noticeably dimmed.

"Very well, since that body is not ownerless, I have enough reason to persuade those folks."

"For their goals, even if it means sparking a world war, it’s worth it."

Taking deep breaths, gradually calming the weakness inside, Tristramy straightened her body, and at this moment, her left eye was a hollow void.

To manipulate the threads of fate, one must always prepare for backlash.

Leaving the room, Tristramy ascended the steps, soon reaching the top of the solitary cliff.

As she neared, the surrounding scenery changed, a modest palace slowly emerged, entering it, the vast hall held only a single bronze bell.

Each symbol on the bell traversed as if a living entity.

The Gold Coin-shaped mark flashed and disappeared, simultaneously activating the symbols on the bell.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The entire bell shook violently, but strangely, no sound emitted.

The Immortal’s Clock.

The world of the Soul Realm is vast and boundless, each Immortal dwells in solitude, and more importantly, except for a limited few, most Immortals choose to enter slumber.

Such existences, not to mention waking them, even finding them is a luxury to forget.

But at this moment, Tristramy rang this ancient bell, precisely the tool for communication among the Immortals.

Yet her action was so radical, when ringing the bell, she nearly exerted maximum force, this sound enough to affect most Immortals.

It could forcibly wake them from slumber.

Crack, crack, crack!

After violent shaking, fine cracks appeared on the surface of the bell, accompanied by a series of crisp sounds, shattered fragments splattered everywhere.

"To be honest, I wish I hadn’t heard the sound of your ringing."

A slightly complaining voice rang out, and at the side of the hall, surrounding the bell, a vague figure slowly appeared.

"Free some of your energy from the whirlpool of reality power struggle, soon you will be glad you heard an omen from fate."

"Oh...."

The initially responding voice hummed nonchalantly, most people kept a respectful distance from Tristramy.

After all, no one likes a person who frequently talks about fate.

"When life is too long, one needs to find an outlet, don’t tell me, haven’t you also supported a girl?"

"What’s her name again?"

"Forget it, not important, but it seems we have similar hobbies."

"Heh, different, our purposes are different."

"Olivia is my new attempt, you all will understand one day."

Tristramy retorted.

"What’s different?"

At this moment, another voice sounded.

At this point, the energy in the hall stabilized, the previously emerging phantom solidified gradually, naturally, what appeared here couldn’t be the true forms of other Immortals.

It was merely a part of their consciousness summoned by the bell.

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