At this moment…
Within the chaotic turbulence, a gigantic figure emerged. Though its features remained indistinct, a terrifying aura pulsed outwards, unrestrained and overwhelming.
"God of Light…" a deep, muffled voice resonated.
The figure gradually materialized, revealing itself to be a colossal creature of taboo. As it appeared, the surrounding space began to fracture, its immense power sweeping across everything in its vicinity.
"Go back," a soft reprimand echoed.
Ke Lan extended a finger, and a beam of brilliant light pierced through the void, striking the monstrous creature's forehead. A resounding boom echoed as the light blossomed, splitting the creature's head open. Its massive body then tore apart, dissipating into nothingness.
Tens of thousands of years had passed.
Ke Lan had long since matured. She was no longer the naive, ignorant young girl of the past, but a powerful force capable of single-handedly suppressing chaos.
She stood there, like a statue.
Yet everyone knew she was alive, ever-present, a bulwark against immense danger.
Many powerful beings existed within this void. However, their current situation was precarious. Stationed here for so long, enduring countless battles, the prolonged conflict had taken its toll.
They looked towards the distant figure, majestic and powerful, having progressed far beyond them.
"Lord of the Abyss, what is the origin of this God of Light? She has guarded this place for over a hundred thousand years, yet has never revealed anything about herself," an elder inquired. He was a powerful being from a vast world, having reached the pinnacle of power within his realm. He had believed his path to further growth was closed.
Until one day…
He sensed the emergence of a great terror.
Stepping out of his world, he followed the ominous aura, eventually arriving here and discovering the source. He realized there was still a long road ahead, that the pinnacle wasn't truly the end, and the possibility of surpassing his current limits existed.
Archimonde replied, "She hasn't spoken, so don't ask."
"Alas, time is merciless, flowing far too quickly. This place is perilous, and recent times have been strange. The activity of the taboo beasts has increased. Could something major be about to happen?" another powerful being remarked.
"One of the taboo beasts we slew previously claimed that the Lord of Taboo has awakened from slumber. Perhaps this is the reason."
"The Lord of Taboo!!!"
Just then…
"Uncle Arch," a voice called out.
Archimonde approached Ke Lan. "What is it?"
"I sense a malevolent power rapidly growing. The Lord of Taboo must have awakened. I intend to advance and intercept them," Ke Lan stated.
Archimonde responded, "I will accompany you."
"No, Uncle Arch, your strength is no match for them," Ke Lan said. Though her words sounded blunt, they were truthful.
Indeed, this was the reality. Archimonde's long life wasn't due to immense power, but rather his race's unique characteristics, which allowed him to remain by Ke Lan's side for so long.
"That's unacceptable. Your father entrusted me with your care. I cannot allow you to go alone."
At the mention of Lin Fan, Ke Lan's eyes flickered. She deeply missed her father, but the passage of time had gradually eroded her hope, to the point where she no longer dwelled on such thoughts, considering them impossible.
"It's alright."
Now was not the time for such discussions. She truly sensed a malevolent force brewing.
Meanwhile…
Within the chaotic space…
Countless taboo beasts lay prostrate, trembling with an indescribable fear. Many cautiously raised their heads, glancing towards the pitch-black darkness.
Suddenly…
A terrifying aura erupted.
A pair of crimson eyes glowed within the darkness.
"I am disappointed in you."
Instantly…
The taboo beasts were consumed by terror.
"Lord of Taboo, it's not that we haven't been diligent, but a hateful being blocks our path. It has been this way for tens of thousands of years."
"Indeed, it truly isn't our fault."
"We have fought desperately, losing many brethren, yet we haven't been able to break through. There's truly nothing we can do."
The taboo beasts pleaded, offering various excuses. They simply wanted the Lord of Taboo to understand that the fault lay not with them, but with their adversaries.
After a long silence…
A voice emerged from the darkness.
"Truly?"
The taboo beasts nodded vigorously. "Truly, it's all true. We would never lie."
Looking closely…
Among the taboo beasts, one was noticeably smaller than the others. It was none other than the Star Devouring Crocodile.
He had returned seeking his benefactor's aid in his revenge. However, upon his arrival, he was met with conflict. Powerful beings blocked their path, and fierce battles had already erupted.
Given his current state, joining the fray would be suicidal.
Thus, he remained hidden, prioritizing discretion.
"Hmm, I believe you. It seems I misjudged earlier. How long have I slumbered?" the Lord of Taboo inquired.
Despite the intimidating red eyes in the darkness, the voice was gentle, lacking any hint of cruelty. The taboo beasts, fearing annihilation for their failures, were relieved.
It seemed they had overthought the situation.
They breathed a collective sigh of relief, thinking that a true powerhouse possessed great demeanor and tolerance, as evidenced by this incident.
"It has been tens of thousands of years. We have battled those beings for just as long, losing many of our kind."
Upon hearing this, the Lord of Taboo exclaimed, "What?"
"Tens of thousands of years? How could I have slumbered for so long? I was merely feeling a bit drowsy."
"This is bad."
He muttered to himself as the taboo beasts listened intently, holding their breath and cowering in place.
Then…
The crimson eyes in the darkness vanished, and a small figure emerged – a short, unremarkable yellow dog with sparse fur, as if it were shedding.
Upon seeing this ordinary-looking dog, the taboo beasts showed no hint of disdain.
Instead, they expressed fear and reverence.
This was the true terror, powerful beyond measure.
Those who had witnessed the Lord of Taboo's might closed their eyes, recalling the devastating scenes seared into their memories, a fear now ingrained as instinct.
"Follow me."
The Lord of Taboo, with a leisurely gait, walked forward.
As for the powerful beings they spoke of…
He held them in no regard.
He only desired to find the master who had abandoned him, to ask why he had been left behind. Did his cries of "me, me" not convey the pain and reluctance in his heart?