A Comprehensive Network: An Endless Adventure Begins as a Wanderer

Chapter 122 Demons Descend from the Sky, Seal in Danger!

After a long astral journey, Istow finally saw the plane where the mortals resided.

It floats in a remote corner of the astral plane, enveloped in a layer of grayish-white light.

That is the wall of the world, the last line of defense for this plane.

Through the light membrane, Istow can see the continents, oceans, and clouds inside the plane.

The continent has mountains, rivers, cities and villages, and looks no different from most material planes.

But if you look closely, it's different.

Istow narrowed his eyes.

This world is very ancient.

That was once glorious, but now it has faded into obscurity.

The spiritual energy is scarce, the energy is depleted, the gods have departed, and the extraordinary has fallen into silence.

Such planes are not uncommon in the astral plane.

Istow breathed a sigh of relief.

In a decaying plane, even the strongest world barrier can't be that strong.

He had the Frost Arrow bestowed upon him by his father as a trump card; if all else failed, he could forcibly break through the barrier.

However, he wouldn't do that unless absolutely necessary.

The thought of the price Istow paid to his father for this one-time-use, unsealing artifact made his heart bleed.

However, for the sake of caution and his legendary status, Istow believed it was still worthwhile.

So he didn't rush to take action.

The Ice Demon's caution led him to first circle the plane, carefully observing the structure of the World Wall.

The ancient world wall has many cracks, but most of them are surface damage and do not affect the overall defense.

This indicates that a powerful being once reinforced this plane, and it is sufficient evidence of its past prosperity.

Istow frowned. With his own strength, he probably couldn't force his way into this plane.

Therefore, he needed to find a loophole for him to smuggle himself out.

Istow searched for a long time and finally found a barely perceptible crack at the edge of the World Wall, near the Shadow Realm.

Istow tentatively probed the rift with his magic.

The rift was deeper than he had imagined, penetrating directly through the outer layer of the World Wall and leading into the interior of the plane.

He grinned and sneered, as if he could already see the moment of his legendary rise.

Then came the patricide, the usurpation of power, and the ascension to the throne of Grand Duke.

Istow quickly collected his thoughts. Without hesitation, he transformed into a dark blue streak of light and disappeared into the rift.

In his view, the seat didn't react in the slightest to his undisguised demonic aura.

It's no longer a concern.

The wall of the world closed behind him, like a door that would never be opened again.

Then Istow saw an infinitely high shadow—

Istow found himself standing on a gray, black wasteland.

The sky was crimson, devoid of sun, moon, and stars, with only distorted bands of light slowly moving across the celestial canopy, like some enormous creature swimming beneath translucent skin.

The ground was cracked black rock, with dark red light surging from the cracks.

The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and decay, and scattered around were a few monsters from different dimensions.

This is not the prime material plane.

This is a prison!

Istow's pupils suddenly contracted.

His senses spread out in all directions like a tide, quickly reaching the edge of this space.

A flowing barrier of shadows isolates this wasteland from the outside world. The barrier is inscribed with countless runes, each of which emits a faint, eerie light.

Those runes did not belong to any system he was familiar with, but Istow could sense their power.

Seal, suppress, imprison!

Damn!

hateful!

This is a trap!

This is a trap left over from ancient times in this plane, a trap specifically designed to suppress intruders from other planes!

Istow took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The Ice Demon's rationality told him that panicking was pointless; the most important thing now was to find a way to get out of here.

He used his magic to carefully examine the structure of the seal, searching for its weak points.

Then Istow discovered something that sent chills down his spine.

This seal was not prepared for him.

Or rather, it was prepared for those more powerful beings.

Those beings capable of destroying an entire plane, those beings even his father had to look up to—

The seal's structure was despair-inducingly complex, layer upon layer, interlocking, each layer entwined with different laws of power.

In Istow's view, the only reason he was still alive was because the world had been in decay for too long, and the sealing mechanism was still slowly activating.

He wasn't even sure if his soul would return to the Ninth Hell after he died here.

Istow gritted his teeth; he didn't want to wait for this slow but inevitable death.

He took the Frost Arrow from his bosom.

A dark blue light flowed inside the arrow as Istow raised it above his head, aiming it at the sealing barrier.

This is his last trump card.

For the sake of a replica of this artifact, he incurred a debt to his father that he might never be able to repay in his lifetime.

But now he can't even be sure if this artifact will work on the seal.

But he had no other choice.

"Break it!"

Istow roared and frantically poured all his magic power into the arrow.

The Frost Arrow began to emit a cold, eerie blue light.

The light grew brighter and brighter, the surrounding temperature plummeted, the cracked rocks on the wasteland shattered in the extreme cold, and the crimson light was swallowed by the icy blue.

The scattered monsters shivered in the extreme cold and instinctively fled into the distance.

The arrow whistled through the air, leaving a long, icy-blue trail, and slammed into the seal.

An icy blue light spread across the surface of the seal.

The runes flickered violently in the light, and cracks spread across the seal.

The entire space was shaking.

Istow was overjoyed.

efficient!

He could feel the power of the seal weakening, and the runes wrapped in the power of the laws shattered layer by layer, falling down like dominoes.

Beneath its outer, abundant seal lies a nearly depleted energy core!

As expected! This world has been in decline for far too long!

Even a seal of such grand scale and status cannot withstand the erosion of time!

Otherwise, the seal wouldn't have been shaken by just one strike from a divine artifact!

However, to Istow's expectant gaze, Frost Arrow's energy was exhausted.

The arrow fell from mid-air, its surface covered with cracks, and the dark blue light inside had completely disappeared.

It then shattered into a pile of ice crystal fragments.

Although the seal of the shadow was severely damaged, it still remained intact.

Istow's face was covered in frost.

He was just one step away.

He was just one step away from getting out.

Istow took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He first examined his demonic body.

Ice-blue blood seeped from the fine wounds, and his magic was almost completely depleted.

This is a side effect of forcibly activating Frost Arrow.

But I'm still alive, and that's enough.

The strangulation mechanism of the seal was not activated.

Istow didn't know if it was because the seal was weakened and lacked power, or because of some other more complex reason.

But in any case, he is still alive, and that is the greatest fortune.

He closed his eyes.

Although the Ice Demon's self-healing ability is not as good as that of those high-ranking demons, it is still considered quite excellent among extraordinary races.

Based on his self-healing speed, it should take him a few days to recover to a fighting condition.

As for the seal—

Istow opened his eyes and re-examined the cracked, shadowy barrier.

It will probably take a few years for the seal to break down on its own.

"very good----"

He muttered a few words through gritted teeth, then closed his eyes again.

What the devil has in abundance is patience to wait.

After two days of rest, Cheng Yi's exhaustion was finally relieved.

Just as he opened the multi-battle interface, preparing to select a suitable battle—

A series of scarlet notifications came into his view.

[Network notification: Dimensional consciousness fluctuation detected!]

[Network alert: Abnormal fluctuations detected in the dimensional realm "Shadow Realm"!]