Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 178 Reshaping the Abyss of Evil, Forging the Sun Disc, and Building a Spatial Channel
Soraka continued deeper into the Abyss of Death, where the aura of death grew increasingly intense.

The pitch-black mist churned, and countless spirits wandered within it. Eerie green flames flickered in their empty eye sockets, yet they dared not approach her even a fraction of a second.

Wherever it passed, death dissipated and filth dissolved.

Finally, she arrived at the very heart of the Abyss of Evil—a majestic altar standing tall in the endless darkness.

The altar is shaped like an ice crown, sharp and cold, as if it were carved from ten thousand years of ice, yet it also has an eerie dark red luster.

The stone steps below were enormous, each step reaching several meters high. They were clearly not designed for mortals, but left behind by some ancient and powerful being.

Soraka did not climb the steps, but instead gently lifted her foot. A galaxy spread beneath her feet, and amidst the flowing silver light, she instantly ascended to the top of the altar.

At the top of the altar stood a blood-red throne.

It is crystal clear, with sharp edges like a knife, and its surface flows with a scarlet luster, as if it were formed from the blood of countless living beings.

On the throne sat a figure clad in black armor, his face obscured, only a chilling aura of death emanating from him.

Soraka stared at the figure, her gaze calm as still water.

She slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips touching the black armor.

In an instant, a terrifying devouring force erupted, like the gaping maw of an abyss, frantically tearing at her life force, attempting to drag her into eternal death. However, Soraka merely sighed softly, starlight blooming in her palm, pure stellar power pouring out like a torrent, colliding fiercely with the power of death.

"laugh--"

A piercing corrosive sound rang out, and the dark aura of death retreated step by step under the starlight, eventually being completely suppressed.

Soraka slightly spread her fingers, and countless starlight intertwined in her palm, transforming into a complex and ancient sealing array. As the runes flowed, the entire armor was completely imprisoned, no longer able to emit even the slightest trace of death energy.

She withdrew her hand, her gaze sweeping across the area ruled by death.

Countless undead creatures lingered in the distance, their empty eye sockets reflecting her image, yet they dared not approach. Soraka shook her head slightly and murmured, "Such immense power, yet it only gives birth to these decaying things, what a pity."

As she finished speaking, she slowly raised her arms, and starlight shone brightly around her.

Life, healing, and the power of the galaxy surged within her, eventually transforming into a vast torrent that swept outwards in all directions.

Silver light washed over every inch of the Abyss like a tide, purifying the dark death aura and revitalizing the decaying earth.

In the parched soil, tender green shoots of grass sprouted; withered ancient trees grew new branches and blossomed with dazzling flowers; even the wandering spirits, under the starlight, lost their ferocity and transformed into specks of light, dissipating into the world.

In just a few minutes, the originally gloomy and terrifying Abyss of Evil was transformed into a vibrant and peaceful land.

The sky was no longer gray, but a clear blue, and a gentle breeze carried the fragrance of flowers and grass.

Soraka stood atop the altar, gazing at this newly born land, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"This is decent."

Then Soraka lightly raised her fingertips, and a dazzling starlight burst forth from them, instantly illuminating the entire outer perimeter of the ancient capital.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried a supreme pressure that froze all living beings within a hundred miles for a moment—birds hovered in mid-air, demons stood frozen in place, and even the howling wind stopped at that moment.

In that instant when everything seemed to freeze, her gaze pierced through space and locked onto Qin Xiaonan in the crowd.

With a gentle wave of her hand, a ray of starlight, like silk, wrapped around her and flew away.

The scene before Qin Xiaonan's eyes suddenly changed, and she was now inside the Abyss of Fiends. In that instant, she pulled Qin Xiaonan into the "Abyss of Fiends".

Upon arriving, Qin Xiaonan did not hesitate. Her eyes suddenly turned into a dazzling golden yellow, and an ancient and majestic aura awakened within her—the power of the Desert Emperor Azir!
The intense power of the sun gathers in the palm of your hand.

A miniature version of the sun disk rapidly took shape beneath his feet, with golden and red patterns spreading across the ground, quickly forming a magnificent magic array.

As the last rune lit up, a surge of immense light erupted, tearing a dazzling trail of light through the gloomy sky of the Abyss of Fiends.

Immediately afterwards, this solar power resonated strangely with the space that Soraka had transformed.

Where the golden light passed, the originally stable space rippled like water, and a rotating vortex of light slowly took shape at the intersection of the two.

Meanwhile, deep within the Shurima Empire on the African continent, the giant solar disk suddenly emitted a deep hum.

The thick layer of yellow sand covering the surface of the plate slid off in a soft rustling sound.

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, the entire disc began to tremble violently.

The runes on the disc seemed to come alive, lighting up one after another.

First, there are the simplest geometric patterns at the edges, then the most complex hieroglyphs in the center, and finally the sun emblem at the very core of the entire disk—they all radiate dazzling light in turn, as if responding to a mysterious call from the distant East.

Azir stood before the disc base, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

“The passage is stable,” Azir said in a deep voice, his tone filled with long-awaited anticipation.

He stared at the spatial vortex that was gradually taking shape above the disc, with tiny fragments of space constantly peeling off its edges, only to be repaired again by the power of the sun.

The Silverwing Ant Queen, standing to the side, bowed slightly, crossing her forelegs in greeting: "Congratulations, Your Majesty."

Azir did not respond immediately.

He raised his hand, and a wisp of golden sand flowed through his fingers, tracing a wondrous path under the pull of the vortex.

A moment later, he withdrew his hand, the golden mask turning to the Silverwing Ant Queen: "Go and take a look."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Before she finished speaking, her figure had already transformed into a silver streak of light and plunged straight into the swirling spatial vortex.

Meanwhile, in the vortex on the "Abyss of Evil" side, a tall, slender figure stepped gracefully out from the light screen.

With its silver carapace and translucent wings trembling gently behind it, each step it takes creates subtle ripples in space—this is the supreme being who rules the Sahara Ant Clan, the Silver-Winged Ant Queen!

The Silverwing Ant Queen used this passage to travel directly from the African continent to this place.

As expected of the Ancient King's masterpiece, Sha Yuan contains powerful spatial energy, directly helping Qin Xiaonan open the spatial passage he had always wanted to build.

Qin Xiaonan was overjoyed at that moment.

This means that Azir's Shurima Empire can leverage the mobility of the Sha'a to wage war against any faction at any time.

(End of this chapter)