Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

One second, two seconds...

One minute, two minutes...

The expected pain did not occur; the downward momentum stopped, as if I had fallen into a ball of cotton.

A chilling aura spread from head to toe, and Lorne, finding that he could actually move his body, opened his eyes in confusion.

I am currently standing next to a bronze pillar, and I have somehow passed through the eternally frozen coffin unharmed.

Several ghostly spirits, each bearing a familiar face, swirled around him.

It's you guys! Overwhelmed with joy at surviving the ordeal, Lorne got up from the ground in disbelief.

He recognized the faces of these spirits; they were the children who had been tied to the execution platform with him when he first arrived in this world.

The little boy was being burned alive, tied to a bronze pillar, right before his eyes.

To his surprise, there were two other faces. After killing Andrew, the two should have also embarked on a journey of escape, but unexpectedly, they still couldn't escape the clutches of the old man in black robes.

With a jumble of complex thoughts swirling within him, Lorne looked at them with a heavy heart and a questioning gaze.

How did these souls manage to save themselves from the clutches of the fallen lich?

Just as incredulous as Lorne was Aislin, who was suspended in the sky.

"Family? Hasn't your consciousness disappeared?" Aislin couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes. Logically speaking, the Eternal Coffin had unleashed an invisible domain effect, and anything that entered its range would gradually perish.

Strangely enough, the boy passed through the area covered by the domain unharmed and landed safely underground.

The only explanation is that the fallen lich, an incarnation of Vermiran, within the Frozen Coffin briefly controlled the application and cancellation of the domain effect.

That's impossible!

After the previous battle, Aislin was certain that Vermilan's consciousness had completely dissipated; otherwise, with the entire negative energy of the abyss and the help of the undead source species, he would not have resorted to such a defensive tactic.

He himself could not possibly gain any advantage over the former "Child of the Dead".

This is unusual in every respect.

However, these were clearly not the issues to consider at the moment. Aislin stared angrily at the figure on the ground.

The communication device is still on this kid. If he gets the message out and the wizards of the Black Tower arrive, this undead source seed will be gone for good.

The fireflies that made up Aislin's body suddenly lit up, but they were countless times weaker than before, and the glow was so soft that it seemed as if it could be swallowed up by the surrounding darkness at any moment.

Compared to all the negative energy gathering from all around, this glimmer of light was like a pathetic joke.

A crack was torn in the darkness, and the fireflies transformed from Aislin, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, silently disappeared into the domain extended by the eternally frozen coffin below.

The three souls quickly returned to the bronze pillar. Lorne looked up with some worry and immediately took out a communication device from the moonlight bag.

As spiritual energy entered, the square core reflected the handsome young man's face like a mirror.

"I am Lorne, one of the apprentices participating in this recruitment. I have several very important matters to report: First, at the Wall Manor where Vermilan perished..."

"Stop!" A roar seemed to come from the invisible fireflies.

Time seemed to stretch out for a moment.

From the moment the fireflies disappeared into the invisible realm, one, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand... all the fireflies in the abyss gathered together, as if they had received an order at the same time and launched a general attack on the eternally frozen coffin.

Aislin knew he could no longer hold back anything; once Lorne passed on the message, the Source Seed would have no chance.

Thousands of fireflies overlapped and intertwined, instantly weaving a vast and inescapable net that enveloped the eternally frozen coffin.

The invisible realm extending from the eternally frozen coffin was like an absolute deathly silence, where light, sound, and even time tended to stagnate and vanish.

The fireflies at the edge of the life-giving network did not explode or flicker when they touched that desolate realm; they were simply "erased" completely.

The fireflies were extinguished at a much faster rate than the influx of the spiritual network's light.

The eerie green light stubbornly pushed forward, attempting to incorporate "death" itself into its life cycle.

Wherever the domain extends, the invisible connections between fireflies begin to break and dissolve, and the integrity of the spirit network is being continuously deconstructed.

"Fumilan, you're already so thoroughly dead, why are you still trying to get in my way!"

A massive, solemn figure slowly emerged from the fireflies, completely covering the sky, its pupils brimming with boundless vitality.

The entire spiritual network then resonated powerfully.

Then, an expression of disbelief appeared on the enormous face in the sky.

The ice coffin, suspended in mid-air, made a cracking sound, and cracks instantly covered the entire frozen coffin before it shattered with a loud crash.

The robes, as black as night, fluttered without wind, while billowing gray smoke rose, and two points of blue light in the mist resembled the eyes of a beast suddenly gleaming during a hunt.

A deathly stillness swirled towards the stark white skeleton that had broken out of the coffin, and a magnanimous figure was faintly visible in the gray mist.

His handsome face carried a hint of arrogance, as if he were looking down on everything. Half-hidden in the gray fog, he exuded mystery.

"Femilan?"

The enormous, translucent figure on the horizon, composed of countless fireflies, began to shake violently and gradually became unstable.

Cracks appeared in the life-giving network, which continued to widen, and the connections between the fireflies broke.

Meanwhile, Lorne's recording was nearing its end.

"..."

"...The situation is critical. The Black Tower needs to dispatch adults capable of handling this incident to Wall Manor as soon as possible!"

Recording complete. Mental connection interrupted. The recorded image on the communication device fluctuated and then faded downwards... Transmission complete.

The remaining fireflies in the sky ceased their attacks and instead huddled together in a sorry state, barely managing to form the shape of Aislin.

His semi-transparent figure emanated an unstable aura, clearly indicating that he was in a state of extreme weakness.

"Damn it..." Aislin glared at Lorne, who was under the protection of the fallen lich, with an incredibly vicious look. "You'd better stay holed up inside the Black Sun Tower for the rest of your life!"

After saying those words, he didn't dare to stop for a moment and transformed into a firefly, shooting into the sky.

The news has spread that, in his extremely weakened state, if a wizard of the same level as the Black Tower were to arrive, he might be left here forever.

I can't stay here any longer! I thought to myself as I sped up.

After Aislin left, the abyss gradually returned to calm.

Lorne also breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing weakly to the ground, and couldn't help but sigh.

It's good to be alive!