At this moment, very few people could hear the roar coming from inside the Elemental World.
The temple suddenly shook violently, and the little fairy Lute fell to the ground. The back of his head hit the base of the twelfth obsidian pillar. He groaned and saw stars.
"Who's messing with me!" He didn't care about the big bump on the back of his head. He rolled on the ground and pulled out the Sword of Flame with a backhand. But the solemn hall was still empty. The obsidian floor was bright enough to reflect one's reflection. It was dark in front of him, and only dust was floating in the air.
The fourteen pillars seemed to be supporting the sky. The trapezoidal roof of the temple was hundreds of meters above the ground. It was engraved with the four main elements of Air, Fire, Water, and Earth.
"Who's there?" Lute shouted again, but the Blessed of Fordes was annoyed to find that no one seemed to be against him. There was no doubt that he had fallen on the ground earlier.
"Who's there?"
"Who's there?"
"Who's there …"
The empty echoes echoed in the depths of the pitch-black hall. His two delicate flame-like eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle together. He muttered doubtfully, "Strange, why is the Temple of Elements resonating? Could it be that I'm having an illusion?"
Lute pursed his lips and looked around again. Then he got up and put away the Sword of Flame. He continued to walk into the depths of the temple vigilantly.
The Temple of Elements was the cornerstone of this world. How could it be so easily shaken? He just thought that he had hallucinated, or that there was something in the dark temple playing tricks on him.
Some ancient consciousnesses liked to stay in this kind of empty sanctum. It might be a lingering memory of the past, or it might be a ghost that had lost itself. But apart from being fond of pranks, most of them did not do any harm.
But the little prince of the fire fairy still felt a little uneasy.
He thought that if he had known, he would have gone back when Brando disappeared and looked for Malourcha and the fox. He thought that although these miscellaneous people couldn't help much, they could at least give him courage.
This thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly abandoned it.
"I don't need anyone to give me courage."
He muttered to himself.
Brando had been missing for more than an hour, but Lu Te was not worried. He knew that Brando must be passing the Chong Shan Tournament, and he had no doubt that Brando would succeed.
Because he was the one chosen by the will of the Golden Flame, the one blessed by the Flaming Blade.
"I'll try to get to Himilud's Holy Temple before Mr. Bran comes out and help him pave the way. I want to see how many Holy Swords the Flame Blade's adorer can get —"
"No matter what, I will be the only one in a thousand years who is fortunate enough to witness this scene."
Lu Te muttered as he looked around. The Holy Sanctum, which was immersed in darkness, was unfamiliar to him. After all, it was his first time stepping on the shiny obsidian bricks of the Holy Sanctum.
On the other hand, they were also very familiar with it, because it was engraved in the memories of every subject of Forsyth.
This was the Holy Sanctum of Storm, a sanctum built on the foundation of the Wind Elemental Plane. Its master had long been gone in this era, and its believers had not set foot on this pilgrimage for thousands of years. But this did not prevent the sanctity and inviolability of the Holy Sanctum in the hearts of the elementals.
But this was not the peak of Himilud's throne. Lu Te understood that the peak of the mountains was where the coronation was. If Brando passed the trial, he would definitely appear there.
But not everyone could pass through the Holy Sanctum of Storm to reach the peak of the throne.
As Lu Te walked, he searched for the deepest knowledge and memories buried in the fairy bloodline.
Soon, he stopped and his eyes lit up.
"Here it is …"
On the smooth floor in front of him, bright silver metal was poured into the grooves on the obsidian floor, drawing a huge magic circle.
The Fire Fairy Little Prince did not hesitate to fly to one of the runes. The rune seemed to be injected with some kind of magic, and in an instant, it lit up in the darkness.
"The next one is the Rune of Flame," he read aloud, ready to fly up and jump on the rune. But it was at this time that something strange suddenly happened.
But it turned out that everything he had encountered before was not an illusion.
The second wave of resonance came a few minutes later as scheduled.
At that time, Lu Te had just gained a foothold on the second rune. Suddenly, the whole Holy Sanctum trembled, as if a power that mortals were destined to look up to shrouded the entire Holy Sanctum of Himilud. The Fire Fairy Little Prince only felt that the stone pillars and the vault around him were shaking, making a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache.
The Holy Sanctum seemed to collapse at any time.
Fortunately, he had expected it, so he was not thrown to the ground a second time. But this time, Lu Te was finally convinced that it was not the Holy Sanctum of Elements, but the whole Himilud's throne that was shaking.
Crack, crack.
In Lu Te's eyes, the side walls and pillars of the Holy Sanctum cracked, and the cracks spread like a spider web from the walls in an instant. The sand and mud on the vault above his head rustled on the ground.
"The Holy Sanctum of Elements is going to collapse?"
Lu Te's eyes widened, and an unlikely possibility flashed through his mind.
But how could this be possible? The Holy Sanctum of Storms was the cornerstone of the mountain where the storms stopped. Even if the entire Elemental Barrier collapsed completely, the Holy Sanctum would still stand.
He shook his head, and just as he was about to throw the absurd idea out of his mind, he happened to see an obsidian pillar suddenly break in the middle.
It fell down with a roar, and the pillar fell from mid-air and hit the ground heavily. After a cracking sound, the bricks on the ground stood up like pieces of paper, forming a fist-like crack.
Lu Te was stunned for a moment, and even the cracks on the ground extended to his feet without him noticing.
The cornerstone of the Elemental World was shaking?
There was only one voice in his mind that echoed over and over again.
At the foot of Himilud's throne.
White Mist, Andesha, Malourcha, and Fiyas, who was on his back, watched as the majestic mountain began to crumble from the foot of the mountain. The sacred path to the heavens formed by tens of thousands of stone steps was falling apart, turning into countless stones that fell into the void.
In fact, it was not just the Holy Sanctum.
The entire Elemental World was collapsing in front of them.
What a terrifying picture it was. The mountains and rivers were broken, revealing the Dust World that was empty below the mountain where the storms stopped. Some of the broken mountains were sinking, rolling into the endless void with countless gravel, while some of the mountains were rising, floating above everyone's heads.
The entire world seemed to have lost its distinction of up, down, left, and right in an instant. The blue sky disappeared and was replaced by a gray space that surrounded the world. The entire Wind Elemental Plane was torn apart, whirling and flying in all directions.
The fragment that they were on happened to be one of the larger rock fragments in the mountains. It was connected to the Holy Sanctum of Himilud, and together with the collapsing Holy Sanctum, it flew to another mountain range not far away.
Facing this terrifying scene, the unprepared people were completely stunned. White Mist was still fine and could still maintain her calm, but Fiyas was already screaming and jumping on Malourcha's back.
"Help! It's the end of the world! "
"Oh my god!"
"Lady Martha must have abandoned us!"
The little fairy kept screaming.
Until White Mist covered her mouth with her claws, then raised her head and said to Malourcha, "The foundation of the Elemental World has been shaken. Someone is extracting its power. I think it's most likely the Dragon Queen. She's a madwoman who wants to destroy our world!"
"Wuwuwu!" The little fairy stared at her with wide eyes.
"Then what should we do, Lady White Mist?" Malourcha had already experienced life and death once, so he appeared much calmer. He only turned his head and asked.
"Wait-"
"Wait?"
"Yes, stay calm. Our only chance is to wait. Right now, Brando is the only variable in the entire plan. We can only wait for him to pass the trial and come out." White Mist answered calmly.
"Wuwuwu!" Fiyas protested.
Unfortunately, no one recognized her. Malourcha frowned and answered, "Perhaps Miss Tata and the Sage have other plans. If the Lord encounters any trouble in the trial, should we inform them?"
"No, they can't help us." White Mist shook her head. "Once the elemental barrier collapses, our world will be directly exposed to the chaos. We can't do anything. The only thing we can do is pray."
As she spoke, she suddenly felt something. She turned around and saw Andesha's figure disappear behind a broken rock.
White Mist was stunned, then shook her head gently.
At this time, she couldn't care less about what the other party wanted to do.
… …
A huge whirlpool appeared above the shallow sea.
When it first formed, the whirlpool swept across the Sea of Fog and the Sea of Bones. When its spiral arm swept across the White Cape, it crushed the most spectacular and iconic scene in the shallow sea.
The final doomsday seemed to have descended upon this world.
Countless natives of the shallow sea fled from their homes in all kinds of boats. Their goal was the inner sea of the shallow sea. From there, they would pass through the inner elemental barrier and enter the world of Wohnde.
But not everyone could be so lucky.
More and more ships were swept into the whirlpool and could no longer escape. The whirlpool above the shallow sea expanded by a thousand times in an instant. It quickly formed a huge storm that spanned across the entire water elemental plane.
Dark clouds began to cover the entire shallow sea.
Dazzling lightning crisscrossed above the sea. On average, there were dozens of lightning bolts between the clouds every few seconds. A flare flickered on the surface of the sea, as if the scene before the end of the world.
But it also symbolized the end of a world.
The water fairies looked at this scene in panic.
… …
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