Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 506: Journey Across Continents (4)

Third Person’s POV

Yet outwardly, her colossal dragon body continued to move exactly as it had before, her enormous head turning slowly and methodically as though she were still searching for his traces without success.

Her lake sized eyes swept across the fractured battlefield with deliberate slowness, and the infernal flames that had been pouring endlessly from her jaws began to weaken gradually, thinning into fading embers that scattered into nothingness.

Even her immense aura seemed to lose its earlier oppressive sharpness, becoming slightly unstable, as if her strength had been strained from the prolonged confrontation.

To any observer, it appeared as though she had lost his trail, or so the dark emperor believed, as he did not notice the truth hidden beneath that flawless illusion.

He did not notice that the space around Nyx had begun to compress subtly, reacting instinctively to her overwhelming control over the spatial element.

He did not notice that her awareness had extended far beyond the physical battlefield, slipping silently into the deeper layers of existence where only the most profound distortions could be perceived.

She had already found him.

Far beyond the visible realm, hidden within the fragile boundary separating the material world from the Shadow Realm, a minute spatial tear existed.

It flickered weakly in an unstable and fragile state, as the natural laws of reality struggled to repair its damaged structure.

The thin fracture pulsed faintly, its edges distorting as its creator escaped deeper through its depths, and Nyx saw that clearly.

A faint, cold smirk appeared along the edges of her massive draconic jaws, carrying a quiet certainty that did not belong to prey.

She did not hesitate as her enormous wings folded inward slightly, the vast membranes compressing as her colossal form prepared to move across dimensions.

In the very next instant, her massive body blurred and vanished completely, not through physical speed alone, but through absolute spatial authority.

She did not move through space.

Instead, she jumped across space.

The region she had occupied collapsed inward violently, forming a massive spatial distortion that imploded upon itself as her colossal existence forcibly traversed the boundary between worlds.

The fracture she created swallowed her entirely, carrying her from the material world into the forbidden depths of the Shadow Realm, though it did not create a spatial tear like the dark emperor had created, leading to his discovery by Nyx.

Darkness ruled this realm in its purest form.

It was not merely the absence of light, but the presence of a strange essence that was older and more mysterious than simple elemental changes.

The Shadow Realm stretched endlessly in all directions, its vast landscape formed from jagged obsidian plains and floating fragments of broken reality that drifted silently through the void.

Rivers of black mist flowed between those fractured landmasses, moving like living veins as they pulsed faintly with corrupted dark energy.

The mist carried whispers of forgotten beings and ancient deaths that were remnants of existences that had long been erased.

Here, Dajjal moved swiftly.

His form was no longer concealed beneath manifestations or illusions, and he appeared in his true form as a tall, gaunt figure cloaked in layered darkness.

A simple crown of lightless black metal rested upon his head, its surface absorbing the faint ambient glow of the Shadow Realm.

His coal black eyes scanned his surroundings carefully with a sharp and vigilant glint.

His breathing remained steady, yet a faint tension lingered within his expression as an unfamiliar unease gnawed at the edges of his thoughts.

His escape had been flawless and had been executed with precision refined over centuries, and yet the persistent feeling of danger refused to leave him.

Acting upon his trusted instincts, he moved even deeper into the Shadow Realm and retreated toward regions where even Heaven Connection Realm experts of foreign elemental attributes would lose themselves forever.

With each step he took, his body merged more completely with the surrounding shadows, his existence thinning as he became harder to perceive.

Soon, he reached a thin, nearly invisible dark film floating silently in space.

He stepped through it, and the environment shifted immediately.

He had entered a separate realm, one he had personally carved and concealed within the depths of the Shadow Realm itself.

Its location was known only to him, and countless layers of spatial maze formations concealed its entrance, bending the surrounding structure of the Shadow Realm itself in subtle and deceptive ways.

These formations did not merely hide the entrance visually but distorted one’s perception, misdirected spatial awareness, and scattered any probing presence into false directions, ensuring that even the most persistent intruder would wander endlessly without ever reaching its true location.

Here, he was safe, or at least, that was what he allowed himself to believe.

As that thought settled into his ancient and calculating mind, a faint sigh escaped his lips, as the tension that had gripped him since the collapse of his domain finally began to loosen its hold.

His shoulders relaxed slightly beneath his layered cloak of darkness, and his coal-black eyes dimmed just enough to betray his relief.

Strangely, this brush with danger stirred something within him.

It was a feeling of long-forgotten exhilaration.

It had been an incomprehensible amount of time since he had last been pushed to such a precarious state, where even his survival had hung in the balance of uncertainty.

That sensation was obviously unwelcome to his logical mind, yet it was intoxicating in its intensity as it coursed faintly through his ancient soul, reminding him of an era when survival itself had been a battle fought with every breath.

But that moment of relief did not last.

In the very next instant, space behind him cracked violently.

A space fracture spread outward instantly, shattering the fabric of the realm as though it were nothing more than fragile glass unable to withstand the force pressing against it.

A massive tear formed within the endless darkness, stretching across space itself as crushing spatial pressure erupted outward in silent dominance.