Chapter 259 – Do You Know Him? The Mission, Hundred-eyed Nether Crow

A magnificent and luxurious palace… a throne… armor… lofty and imposing…

Fragments of numerous broken memories, like seashells washed ashore by the waves, densely presented themselves before Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan felt as if he had turned into the “King.”

Seated atop a high throne, countless shadowy figures knelt at his feet, with people repeatedly coming up to kiss his feet.

This unprecedented experience felt both strange and novel to him.

But he quickly came to his senses.

“Oh… these are the memories of the King of Ancient Brent.”

These are fragments of the Ancient Brent Kingdom sovereign’s memories, and they form the final piece of the main storyline of the Wailing Ruins.

The ultimate truth of this disaster was about to reveal itself to him.

The King of Ancient Brent was absolutely the person from whom Lu Yuan had absorbed the most memories of their past life.

Occasionally, there would even be some perspectives from others.

These parts of the memory most likely belonged to those three Saints of the Ancient Brent Kingdom who had willingly “sacrificed” themselves previously.

The fiercest battle was now over.

With the urgency weighing on his nerves gone, Lu Yuan calmed himself.

It was as if he had accidentally found an old, dusty book in the attic, brushed away the cobwebs, placed it on his lap, and slowly began to read.

Of course, as always.

The scenes related to the Holy Light Sect in this memory were almost entirely erased.

Lu Yuan still couldn’t see the appearance and visage of the goddess of the Holy Light Sect.

However, he did learn an unexpected detail—the name of the “King of Ancient Brent” was Jocklus.

“Why do these people retain only their memories of life, but not their memories after being assimilated by death energy?”

Lu Yuan suddenly thought of this point.

In fact, these parts of the memory were more important to him.

He was not very interested in the original appearance and origins of the Holy Light Sect; he was much more intrigued by the crow deity that orchestrated all of this.

“Memories of life linger in decayed shells, while afterlife memories return to the underworld with the soul…”

This sentence inexplicably popped into Lu Yuan’s mind, prompting him to murmur, “Is that how it is?”

He continued to browse through the memories.

The tattered old book was quickly flipped to its last page…

Inside the palace of blood and fire.

An old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a luxurious white and golden robe, glared angrily at “him.”

“Jocklus! You have forsaken the Holy Light!”

“Swish!”

In the flickering torchlight, a cold gleam flashed by.

A wrinkled head, filled with disbelief, tumbled to the ground.

A bloodstained long sword was slightly lowered.

“Lu Yuan,” looking at the head at his feet, softly said, “It is the Holy Light that has forsaken us…”

Turning around, he saw five figures looking at him with complex expressions.

“Your Majesty, how shall we resist next?”

One of them asked in a low voice.

“Resist?”

“Lu Yuan” let out a self-deprecating chuckle, casually sheathing his long sword, and exhaled deeply, “Surrender.”

The five were stunned.

“Lu Yuan” paid no attention to their gazes, instead, he looked into the distance.

It was night.

But in “Lu Yuan’s” line of sight, the horizon was covered by a darkness that was even deeper and more profound than the night, steadily spreading toward them.

In that darkness, the outline of a gigantic figure seemed to be gradually emerging.

“Lu Yuan” stared at the approaching darkness, a hint of distraction in his eyes, and murmured, “When the meteorite fell, we received no guidance from the gods we worshipped. They have abandoned us, abandoned all the people of Brent. Our piety and faith mean nothing to them…”

“Change our allegiance. Perhaps…”

“Lu Yuan” suddenly laughed, took a step forward, moving closer to the cascading darkness.

“One day, we might have a chance to stand before them and ask why all this happened?”

With a desperate sense of madness, “Lu Yuan” laughed wildly, spread his arms wide, as if to embrace the darkness that loomed so closely, threatening to devour everything.

He shouted loudly, “Praise… death!”

“Boom!”

The last image in the memory was the scene of the King of Ancient Brent being completely engulfed by the death energy black tide.

In the final few seconds before being swallowed, Lu Yuan’s eyes were wide open, trying to discern the massive shadow concealed within the death energy black tide.

The creature born from the black meteorite, which ultimately turned Ancient Brent into a realm of death and decay… what exactly does it look like?

Lu Yuan strained to see.

He tried to pierce through the layers of black fog and shadows, hoping to discern the true form within.

Finally…

Lu Yuan saw it.

He saw an eye, a giant eye, the eye of a colossal crow.

But quickly,

His heart skipped a beat.

It wasn’t just one…

There were many.

Many, many enormous crow eyes appeared within the shadow above, coldly staring at him.

…

“Whew—whew—”

Song Cong and Su Zhaohui were sprinting through the desolate, silent wilderness.

Their speeds were astonishing, like two fleas, covering vast distances with each leap.

Suddenly, one of the “fleas” stopped.

“Damn it!”

Su Zhaohui couldn’t help but curse, panting as he spoke to Song Cong by his side, “I’ve decided, with the opening of this legendary level secret realm, I’m going in with you…”

Song Cong glanced at him, “Weren’t you planning to retire?”

“Retire my ass!”

Su Zhaohui muttered dejectedly, “Not being able to fly is so frustrating; I need to break through to SS too! Running on two legs can’t compare to flying… We can’t even see a shadow of anyone. I don’t even know why we’re running aimlessly.”

Song Cong remained silent for a moment, just about to speak.

At that moment, seven or eight figures appeared in the distant sky, swiftly flying towards them.

The two of them were stunned, exchanged a quick glance, and then rushed to meet them.

As they drew near, Han Xun and several Flying Bear Generals became visible.

“Lord.”

The two hastily saluted, catching a glimpse of what seemed like a person held in Han Xun’s arms.

Due to the angle, they couldn’t see clearly and didn’t dare to look closely.

“Hmm.”

Seeing the two stopping, Han Xun turned and gave a few quick orders to the Flying Bear Generals behind him.

The generals soon dispersed in various directions, presumably to conduct searches and rescues.

Song Cong and Su Zhaohui listened to Han Xun’s instructions to the Flying Bear Generals, growing increasingly astonished.

Finally, when he was done, they couldn’t hold back any longer and bravely asked, “Lord… the evil energy riot in the Wailing Ruins restricted area…”

“It has been quelled.”

Han Xun could see what they were eager to ask, so he responded plainly and directly.

“So quickly?”

Even though they had anticipated it, getting a definite answer still left them in shock.

A Big Shot at the Fei Xiong level was indeed formidable.

An SSS-level evil energy riot had been resolved. They hadn’t even reached the battlefield yet… and the matter was already over.

Incredible, truly incredible.

“Truly, Lord Han is unparalleled! Old Song, I’ve always said, when Lord Han takes action, a mere evil energy riot is nothing; Lord Han can suppress it with a single move…”

Su Zhaohui quickly flattered him, while giving Song Cong continuous meaningful glances, hinting that he shouldn’t miss this prime opportunity for flattery.

Reading Su Zhaohui’s signals, Song Cong was deliberating how to complement his words when Han Xun spoke.

“Enough.”

Han Xun said calmly, “It wasn’t I who quelled the riot; it was someone else. By the time I arrived, everything was already over…”

“For someone to independently suppress an SSS-level evil energy riot, they must be just as formidable as you, Lord Han!”

Su Zhaohui continued to flatter earnestly.

Song Cong remained silent, secretly studying the person held in Han Xun’s arms.

For some reason, even from just the back and a side profile, the person seemed increasingly familiar to him.

Perhaps noticing Song Cong’s gaze or seeing the Golden Bear emblem on their left chests,

Han Xun’s cold eyes flickered slightly. His form, as imposing as an iceberg, descended from mid-air.

“Both of you are from the Golden Bears; see if you recognize this person.”

Han Xun landed in front of them and spoke calmly.

Song Cong and Su Zhaohui curiously looked at the person in Han Xun’s arms.

One glance left them both stunned.

Then, their faces lit up with immense joy as they exchanged glances.

“Is it Lu Yuan?!”

The two had come into the secret realm with the specific aim of finding Lu Yuan.

Seeing him safe and sound lifted a huge weight off their hearts.

Su Zhaohui was already daydreaming about the imminent “sky-high wealth” they were about to gain.

“Do you recognize him?” Han Xun asked, somewhat surprised.

He hadn’t expected that by casually asking, he would indeed find someone who knew the person.

“Yes!”

Song Cong and Su Zhaohui, faces beaming with joy, were about to convey Lu Yuan’s identity to Han Xun and express their gratitude for his rescue.

Lord Han was truly remarkable—a Fei Xiong level Big Shot, who not only rescued someone effortlessly but also personally brought him back…

Before they could say anything, Han Xun’s next casual remark left them both stunned.

“It was this person who quelled the evil energy riot.”

Lu Yuan… quelled an SSS-level evil energy riot…

???

Countless question marks popped up in Song Cong and Su Zhaohui’s minds. Their joyful expressions froze, their figures stiffened, as if collectively struck by some petrifying curse.

…

Lu Yuan was still immersed in the unfinished sequence of memories.

But this time… it shifted to a different perspective.

A meteorite pierced the sky, crashing with a “boom” into a field.

Where it landed, it left a massive crater.

In the center of the crater lay a colossal black egg.

Thousands of crows gathered, as black aura billowed from the egg, spreading in all directions.

Quickly, the egg cracked.

From it emerged a grotesque crow with seven or eight eyes on its head.

The deformed crow was born, and the flock of crows around it appeared to worship it like a king.

The crow flapped its wings and spewed even more black death energy from its mouth.

It seemed as if its body was connected to the underworld, with an endless supply of death energy pouring out.

As it continued to spew, its body kept growing.

In just one day, it grew to the size of a Village.

The number of eyes on its face increased to a hundred.

The crow began flying toward the rising sun.

Along its path, Villages and Cities alike were engulfed by the death energy, turning countless living beings into slaves of the underworld.

The crow’s size continued to grow, and it sprouted more eyes, each larger than the last.

Eventually, with just a slight extension of its wings, the entire Ancient Brent Kingdom was shrouded in its shadow.

The light of the sun, moon, and stars abandoned this land, which had utterly become a domain of the underworld.

The giant crow, now adorned with nine hundred ninety-nine eyes, seemed to have fulfilled its purpose of descent. It began to turn back in the direction it came from.

It spread its wings, its jet-black feathers blending seamlessly with the night, taking away the last remnants of life and light from this world.

It flew higher and higher, rising ever upward.

Just as it was about to break free from the world’s barrier and head for the eternal and unknown realm of death,

suddenly, an arrow formed from pure white light quietly emerged from the void, crossing endless space toward the giant crow…