The darkness that enveloped the vast expanse dispersed at once, replaced by a blinding majestic light that illuminated that whole room of darkness.
Upon its descent, the vast environment plunged into a series of changes and chaos.
The materials unique inside the abyssal darkness withered, and the desolate land showed signs of depletion.
Bam—
Tremors spread like raging winds, and cracks appeared, circling the figure of Neil.
Rumble.
After some time, the light intensified and turned into varying hues, until it became like the aurora.
Shooosh—
The wind blew violently—whispering like an impending catastrophe.
The box that was sealed loosened, revealing blood-soaked flesh inside. It was instantly enveloped by the aurora: the blood immediately evaporated and was absorbed by the lights.
And then.
The lights vanished in an instant, as if they were never there. It was shocking and surprising as the darkness almost instantaneously swallowed its lost territory in glutton.
Thud.
A plop echoed like lost whispers, instantly vanishing like the turn of seasons.
"The secluded realm of endless abyss."
He muttered unknowingly, his voice visible a losing paleness.
It was Chrove, a naked, newly born him.
[Ding!]
-1x revival insignia.
You have one left.
...
The ethereal voice undistinguishable of gender echoed inside his head; he sighed. To think that it really works...
The secluded realm of endless abyss...
Why did that come out of my mouth all so suddenly? Perhaps... Grand Twilight Demon?
He guessed in his mind.
The Will of the demon which he captured was still resting on his stomach.
It was incredibly stubborn and have only been tamed after some proper beating; the Will have maintained its silence since then, never appearing like a vanished ghost.
Could it be... My disciple actually entered the secluded realm!?
His face turned solemn as whispers echoing of death slowly engulfed his senses—the secluded realm of endless abyss is such a place.
It can be a fortune or a curse.
Chrove's gaze turned to Neil, whose body was a mess; his breathing was ragged—slowly dying.
Beside the naked figure of Chrove lay two vials of potion; however, one had already shattered.
His hand was like a river; the motion was smooth as he swiftly moved his hand, grabbing fabrics of clothes inside the Void Space.
Chrove wasted no time and quickly put the content of the last remaining vial of potion into Neil's mouth.
At first, nothing happened.
But Chrome, with his sharp senses, he immediately noticed that the breathing of his 'disciple' is turning back to normal at a rather slow pace.
The problem has been dealt with temporarily, but to think that I will be able to come back here without having to ascend and die a rough death...
My disciple is way too lucky.
As he mumbled, his face turned into a twisted smile.
In his mind, a round of thoughts are clashing.
The final thing he saw before his death this time was beautiful—it was by no means an attack worthy of his acknowledgement.
But Chrove, after all, was a vigilant man.
He diced off a part of his flesh and 'tasked' his dear disciple to carry it and keep it safe.
He even gave him his pouch, which came with a sword and two vials of potion, and a box sealed where his flesh and blood resided.
It was incredibly risky, as he intended to repair his rusted sword quickly and have his disciple embark on his first mission, all while having the possibility of being besieged by the sect he robbed.
But fate really toys around people, he suffered misfortune, while his disciple gained a 'fruitous encounter'.
His fortune is technically my fortune... right?