Mystical Journey

After Divine God Palace Master’s Sun God King‘s mysterious disappearance, all the hideout masters automatically retreated into the underground.

The underground had been cleared out by Hellgate in secret ages ago, regardless of the occupants’ species. They had all been exterminated by Hellgate’s strong plague, the top-tiered experts had been secretly eradicated after Hellgate’s breakthrough, and mankind’s strongest organization: Elder’s Hall had been annihilated.

It could be said that the underground had been emptied out under the leadership of Divine God Palace Master, and the lords of the hideouts have avoided the fight over resources with the humans on the surface. Instead, they began excavating the underground and formed an independent force to be reckoned with.

All that was left on top were some mutant creatures and low-level creatures that had no intelligence. These creatures were all creatures that were considered to be trash in the eyes of the hideout leaders.

As the time passed, the aftermath of the destruction of the Door to Heaven began to show.

No matter if it was totem users, or even mutant creatures, all the totem powers and totem’s light began to deteriorate rapidly. The speed at which it deteriorated was similar to unplugging the sinkhole in a pool, it formed a large whirlpool that leaked all the unnatural powers.

This war at the Door of Heaven had been coined the term "Battle of Heavens" by historians of many countries. Harp players and the musicians have all made songs out of this war, and songs and poems were uncountable, for a time after the war broke out, an inexplicable literary revolution happened.

The corresponding opera, drama, and novels have also come into being.

Whereas the three top-tiered experts have never appeared anymore after the war broke out, people had been exaggerating the myths due to the very same reason, and they became the symbols of the world’s strongest existence.

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As the time passed quickly.

50 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Monolith City which fell into ruins was now full of greenery and flowers. The crumbled walls were now densely packed with moss.

Those who came to admire its history could not help but to be mesmerized and prolong their stay, which spurred a lot of franchised hotel businesses.

Due to the aftereffects of the way, Monolith City was full of irregularly sized cracks and rumbles and was no longer suitable to be rebuilt as a capital. Conversely, a large number of tourists have been attracted to visit this ruins of the great war, whereas the plains outside the city were developed to be a tourism-centric city called the Monolith Town.

In the town was a white square, and in the middle of it was the memorial of the people’s heroes. It was erected in memory of the three King-level experts’ noble life stories which have almost become a myth at this point, as well as the countless innocent lives of civilians and totem users lost in this war.

The evening light dyed the entire square yellow.

On the side of a flower bush, a bearded tour guide is enthusiastically introducing the accounts of the things that happened 50 years ago to the tourists.

"... the peace and serenity that we enjoy today were largely attributed to the aftermath of the Battle of the Heavens. Sun God King, Cthulhu King, Northern King, the three King-Level experts have fought here, for their own principles, the ten of thousands of subordinates and subjects behind them, they chose to risk their lives to stop Hellgate from annihilating the entire world. That war shook the heaven and earth, even the thousand-year-old Monolith City which was the capital trembled in fear from that war. The heavens howled and the earth was covered in scars; that immense power was absurd, like a legend. According to the account of one lucky survivor’s memories, the situation then was....."

"Who would believe it.. Haha.." some of the tourists began laughing softly, the laughter was deeply hurtful towards tour guides. As it contained a large amount of disbelief, sarcasm, and a suspicion that couldn’t be refuted.

"It is now the technological era, totems? Could this pseudoscience reach this level?" someone continued saying

"I guess the heroes were memorialized, things like totems, I have tried a few activation methods, but there weren’t many effects, aside from strengthening your body. Whereas the Secret Techniques excavated from the ruins were not bad, the combat techniques were all very practical."

"Is it? I had just realized too, previously I have been learning Secret Technique from a teacher, it was apparently a family heirloom, it was indeed very practical."

"How does a Secret Technique look like in real life? I have only read about them in novels."

The group of tourists have now taken an independent topic as the core of the discussion and were socializing.

This caused the tour guide in front of them to speechlessly shake his head this is not the first batch that was like this. To disbelieve the Battle of the Heavens, have been the common consensus among the tourists of recent years.

They originally had some hesitation but when they reached the actual ruins, they immediately stopped believing it completely.

There wasn’t any other reason, but the ruins looked too terrifying.

Monolith City was a large capital with a population size over a million people and at the same time, they had a strong defensive reserve troop, to say that a war with only a few people had formed this horrifying scene, nobody would have believed it.

Totems? Totem Users?

Even if such a thing really existed in the history, it could barely compete against the increasingly powerful guns, bombs and cannons. It would probably be a legacy that is directly made obsolete by these technologies that grew stronger.

Moody among the tourist group believed it, that this battleground was the aftermath of a few people’s doing. Everyone else believed that this tragic scene was the result of the explosion of countless explosives. It was undeniable that the three King-Level figures had a part in this war, but those armies and subordinates were the actual heroes that should be respected.

This was especially so in the recent years when the affected armies’ descendants’ living conditions were exposed, and many countries began introspecting it.

As the tour guides were in deep thoughts, he brought the tourists around the ruins of Monolith City according to his routine. Now that East Continent has tens of countries of varying size, almost all of the tourists came over to look at the historical site and achievements, the locals that were born and raised in the town could actually make a relaxing, decent living out of being a tour guide.

"Caddy! Valerie and the rest have already finished their class, are you done yet?" A middle-aged man shouted from afar as he stood in front of a bar, waving towards the tour guide. That’s the man whom he used to play cards with, Jack, both their sons were studying in the same boarding school. Coincidentally, it was weekends today, so he should be fetching the child home.

"Almost done!" The tour guide replied. "Give me a minute!"

"Alright!"

The tour guide brought the tourists to the final spot of the day, and then hurriedly met up with the middle-aged man.

As the day fell into dusk, it was getting late.

"Hey! Little Beck! How’s life in school?"

"It was good. I can take care of myself." A young boy, aged 11 with silver hair and of gangly height replied.

The father and son walked out amidst the packed crowd which was leaving school, and they walked home while holding hands.

"Is mom alright?" Beck had a vibe of a young clan leader, with his little bag and his milky white skin, as he raised his eyebrows and asked.

"She has to work overtime today, perhaps she will be going home late, as there was a dinner party that needed planning. But Old Beck and Lady Cyan will be coming today, they said that they want to visit their favorite grandson. I guess Lady is already in the kitchen working on your favorite cookie." the tour guide laughed.

"Really? I meant to say since before, that that type of cookie is really too sweet."

"But that’s the tender loving care of your grandmother."

"But if it’s too sweet, it’s not good for the teeth, isn’t that what you said?"

"Um...."

"I guess I should learn how to politely refuse." Little Beck thought deeply while touching his chin.

The father and son discussed along the way and played all the way home.

The grandfather with a full head of grey hair, Old Beck was reading the newspaper, whereas Lady Cyan was indeed in the kitchen. This young-hearted lady in red attire came rushing out with a large smile on her face and gave Little Beck a smooch after hugging him.

"Oh, my dear Little Beck I really hope you never grow up, and stay this cute eternally."

"Please refrain from using adjectives like cute to describe your grandson, it is insulting to my character." Little Beck, whose full name was Jack Beck struggled.

"Alright, alright, stop messing around." The grandpa who sat on the sofa put down his newspaper, he looked at that brat with a stern face. " Looks like it’s been a while since we had messaging contacts, your thoughts have been misled. Sleep with me tonight, I shall correct your recent thought process."

"By using your experiences? That’s great! There’re more great stories!" Little Beck threw his bag aside and cheered loudly.

"Those are not stories!" Grandpa’s face turned stern.

"Yes yes, those are true accounts, it is your precious adventure, containing countless life’s wisdom!" Little Beck immediately followed suit.

"Speaking of which, dad, every time you told this brat a story, it always felt so real..." the tour guide was asking softly beside him.

"Those were your geezer’s personal experience! At that time, there weren’t any cannons or missiles, totem users were the true force to be reckoned with. Haven’t you been repeating the Battle of the Heavens daily? Why would you still ask such childish questions?" the old man’s face turned serious.

"Alright, alright, Beckstone you’re always this emotional about this topic, those things were of the past, the history, speak less and take care of that heart of yours." Lady Cyan Berlina was advising with laughter on the side.

"What did you say when you proposed to me? Didn’t you fell heads over heels over my immense strength and cool aura..." Beckstone looked at his old partner’s warming smile, he suddenly felt guilty and gradually spoke softly.

"Looks like someone has been getting too much pocket money.. Hahaha...." Berlina still had that warm homely face.

"Be fearless!" Little Beck suddenly shouted.

"Correct! Be fearless!!" the duo then started sprinting away.

Beckstone circled around while pulling his grandson, but he was internally reminiscing the times of fire and fury.

There’s nobody who had it clearer than him.. The Battle of the Heavens among the three kings were indeed from the history.

Even though the aftermath of the destruction of Heaven’s Door had led to the nearly complete annihilation of the totem users, the world could no longer see the existence of totem’s power and totem’s light. But only the elderly who survived that era could truly understand the near-mythical era had actually happened.

Following the weakening of the totem’s power, the immense power of Form 5 he was once proud of have now been reduced to a regular Form 1 totem users’ totem’s power, which could only be used to conjure up some small tactics like a trick.

Furthermore, people who had no totem’s power were completely unable to perceive the existence of the said tactics and tricks..

Beckstone had a premonition that the Heaven’s Door had been some sort of a living object, as after it recognized the immense threat of the totem’s power, it began consciously altering the world and let this power slowly go extinct.

" I wonder how the enemies are doing now...." without him knowing, he began thinking about the past again.

"Grandpa, quick, show me some new tricks!" little Beck called out mysteriously.

The world would have changed in the end...