Chapter 359: The True Identity of the Legendary Lich

Chapter 359: The True Identity of the Legendary Lich

Levi gazed upon Savina.

He withdrew his sight, turning his eyes to the table before him.

Levi shook his head, saying, "You overestimate me far too greatly. Since the Tear of the Goddess resides within the Holy Temple of Light, how could I possibly possess the capability to obtain it?"

"Your news amounts to nothing more than silence."

Savina offered a cunning smile.

"Hehe, I sought you out, naturally, for there is a method to acquire the Tear of the Goddess."

"Oh, is that so?" Levi spoke indifferently.

Savina looked at Levi, questioning, "Do you not believe me?"

Levi kept silent.

He was contemplating deeper matters.

Was the Legendary Lich truly utilizing his hands to assemble the materials required for Impure Earth Reincarnation?

Then, regarding this drop of the Tear of the Goddess, he truly could not take it.

Savina noticed Levi did not reply.

She said resentfully, "Hmph!"

"Do you not hold the most venomous substance in the world within your grasp? Hand it to me, I shall release it into Storm City, and when the time comes to resolve the poison, the Church of Light will certainly produce the Tear of the Goddess."

After Savina finished speaking, she discovered Levi staring at her, his eyes exceedingly cold.

His gaze resembled ice frozen for ten thousand years.

"What are you doing?" Savina trembled all over and hurriedly asked.

The chill in Levi's eyes dissipated; he shook his head with a bitter smile.

Matters would inevitably progress to that stage after all.

Levi had gathered numerous clues.

Various clues all pointed toward a result difficult to accept.

Torasta was the Legendary Lich.

The Legendary Lich was Torasta's true form.

The Poison Dragon Pouch was something Torasta instructed him to retrieve.

Why would Savina, separated by ten thousand miles, know of this matter?

Linking with previous clues, Levi had already confirmed the conjecture within his heart.

Evidence remained abundant.

Torasta was a Dream Weaver, and the Legendary Lich was also a Dream Weaver.

The Golden Bone Ring and the True Law Ring shared the same origin.

The Legendary Lich's attitude toward him had always been peculiar, utterly unlike an adversarial relationship.

Although Levi had suspected it long ago, upon truly learning of this matter, he still could not accept it.

He slumped weakly against the chair.

Staring vacantly at the ceiling.

He did not know if sending him to the Tower of Elements was also part of the plan.

Perhaps it was.

Upon knowing the truth.

Levi generated an illusion that he was a puppet in Torasta's hands.

Every action of his own lay within Torasta's prediction and control.

This sensation made him feel exceedingly uncomfortable.

Savina observed Levi in this state, feeling somewhat uneasy.

She felt Levi was like a volcano poised to erupt in silence at this moment.

The final calm before the storm arrived.

She sat in the chair, daring not to utter a sound, daring not to urge Levi to consent to accepting the plan.

Only after a long while did Levi look at her once more.

He said, "You depart, I will not agree."

The venom of the Poison Dragon Pouch scattered within Storm City, perhaps it could compel the Church of Light to produce the Tear of the Goddess to cure the poison.

Yet, that would cause the death of countless souls.

Levi was not the sort of person who used any means, cold and ruthless.

Witnessing this, Savina rose and let out a sigh.

"As expected, you are just as Master described."

"However, whether to act or not is not up to you," Savina stated.

Levi's eyes hardened, staring at her fixedly.

"What do you mean?"

Savina smiled slyly, "You shall know shortly."

Levi frowned, reaching out to seize Savina, forcing her to reveal the outcome.

Savina's figure vanished directly within the dream.

Levi glanced sharply beyond the dream bubble.

Seeking the traces of the Legendary Lich.

There was no gain whatsoever.

Should he not wish to expose himself, only Dream Weavers of equal rank could locate him.

Levi gazed at the Great Dream Wanderer Art. [Great Dream Wanderer Art (Third Stage)] 3245/10000

The Great Dream Wanderer Art had not leveled up for quite some time.

A pressing sense arose within Levi's heart.

To oppose Dream Weavers, one must possess the power of Dream Weavers.

The Great Dream Wanderer Art was the sole hope.

Prior to this, Levi exited the dream world.

Returning to the real world.

Levi swiftly inspected the space ring, finding the box holding the Poison Dragon Pouch within the ring had already vanished.

His pupils contracted sharply.

"How did he accomplish this?"

Leo swept his gaze around, finding no trace whatsoever.

He understood.

Savine had sought him out merely to cover for the thief of the Poison Dragon Pouch.

Leo could not fathom how that individual managed such a deed.

First, he was within the Realm of Resounding Heaven.

This was among the safest places within the Elemental Tower.

Back when the undead assailed the Floating City, Purple-Class students within the Realm of Resounding Heaven could cultivate in peace, disregarding outside affairs.

Furthermore, the entry and exit points of the Realm of Resounding Heaven lay within the Elemental Tower.

Even a legendary lich could not slip past everyone in the Elemental Tower to enter the Realm of Resounding Heaven unseen.

Unless, that person was a student of the Purple Class.

Second, the Spatial Ring had been imbued with a special mental lock by him.

Like an encrypted vault.

No one could undo the mental lock he left without destroying the vault itself.

Should anyone tamper with the mental lock, Leo would surely sense it.

Yet he felt nothing at all.

The items within the Spatial Ring had vanished into thin air.

Moreover, he remained within the isolated space of the Magic Hall.

For anyone to enter the room, Leo's permission was mandatory, else it would directly activate the alarm system of the Magic Hall within the Realm of Resounding Heaven.

Yet, nothing transpired.

Leo was utterly bewildered.

Following the bewilderment, fear and anxiety welled up in Leo's heart.

If the Poison Dragon Pouch truly slew countless souls in Storm City, then he could not absolve himself of guilt.

It was he who had brought the Poison Dragon Pouch to the Elemental Tower.

Even if it was lost, he bore the responsibility.

Leo did not wish for such a calamity to unfold.

A notion surged within his mind.

He must prevent Savine from poisoning Storm City!

Otherwise, he would dwell for the remainder of his life under the scourge of conscience.

Bang!

Leo drove his fist into the wall, leaving a deep indentation.

"Damn it, I sensed it long ago, why did I not respond sooner!"

Leo regretted somewhat having listened to Torasta and brought the Poison Dragon Pouch to the Elemental Tower.

After the self-reproach.

Leo immediately sprang into action.

He departed the Elemental Tower, teleporting towards Storm City.

Seeking the High Priest of the Light Temple in Storm City, Lancelot.

When Leo teleported and arrived at Storm City.

He found Storm City under siege by the undead.

Only then did he recall that Storm City had been in a state of war for over a month.

The war had raged for a considerable duration.

Leo had just manifested upon the teleportation array.

From above, a vast torrent of arrows descended.

Iron arrows from the Storm City garrison, bone arrows from the undead archers.

These arrows were not aimed at him.

Leo was merely caught in the crossfire.

He ignored them, for these things could not harm him.

Leo quickly reached the foot of the city walls.

Storm City had activated its defensive magic formation, making it impossible to leap directly over the walls.

Leo saw a squad dispatched to hunt the undead returning to the city, so he hurriedly trailed behind them.

(End of Chapter)