Cursed Immortality

Chapter 1195: The One Who Fled (4)

At this moment, deep beneath the elemental crust, far from the balanced harmony of the surface world and unaware of the arrival of terrifying beings, Night Guardian King Nell moved with unhurried steps.

There was no urgency, tension, or fear in his expression anymore; only cold calculation and quiet satisfaction, as he saw it, his escape had been flawless and untraceable.

After all, he had severed causality, erased spatial continuity, shifted coordinates across moving vectors, and finally anchored himself within a location that could not be reached without permission.

If this wasn’t safety, then nothing in the universe was, at least that’s what Nell believed right now.

At that moment, inside the hidden base, Nell raised his hand calmly, and a small, dark runic key appeared between his fingers, its surface engraved with impossibly fine inscriptions that shifted subtly like living code.

Without hesitation, he walked toward the far-left corner of the underground chamber and pressed the key into the seemingly solid wall.

’Click...’

The moment the key touched the surface, the wall rippled like disturbed water, and runes spread outward in silent waves before the entire section of stone slowly dissolved, revealing a narrow passage hidden behind layers of reality itself.

Nell stepped inside without pause, and the instant he crossed the threshold, the wall reformed behind him, sealing perfectly, leaving no seam, no fluctuation, not even the faintest conceptual residue.

At the same moment, the entire underground base flickered, and invisible formations awakened, layer upon layer of defensive arrays igniting silently across the structure, embedding themselves in space and matter.

These formations consisted of sealing arrays, distortion fields, law disruption barriers, and so forth...

Even a Quasi-Myth, if they somehow discovered this place, would not be able to break through in a short time.

On the other hand, behind the hidden door, Nell descended a long spiral staircase carved from dark crystalline stone that faintly absorbed ambient light.

Each step echoed softly, the sound swallowed almost immediately by the dense layers of isolation arrays surrounding the passage.

Moreover, the deeper he went, the colder the air became, and that cold wasn’t just physical, but it could also affect souls as if this place rejected the natural flow of life itself.

Finally, the staircase ended, and a vast underground chamber unfolded before him, which seemed like a laboratory or a high-tier, meticulously constructed magical research facility.

Because there were top-tier instruments hovering mid-air, rotating slowly as they processed streams of data in luminous threads. Complex runic consoles lined the walls, projecting layered diagrams of anatomy, energy flow, and even law structures. This kind of facility couldn’t even be found in the Alchemy Guild headquarters!

At the center of the facility, rows upon rows of massive glass containers stood in silent formation, and each chamber was filled with a translucent, faintly glowing liquid.

Inside the glass containers, the bodies of beings from different races floated, some humanoid, some monstrous.

One thing common among them was that all of them were suspended in unnatural stillness, with their eyes closed, and expressions empty. As for whether they were asleep or something far worse, only one person here could truly tell.

Nell’s gaze passed over them without emotion until it stopped at the very center of the chamber, where two towering glass containers stood slightly apart from the others.

Inside them, two figures floated.

One was broad and towering, with two large tusks carved upward like crescent blades; his dark-green obsidian skin was traced with tribal runes that now flickered weakly beneath the crimson liquid.

The other was a tall, refined humanoid, his skin covered in runic scales, their intricate patterns dim and unstable, as if struggling to maintain coherence.

They were unmistakably the Myth of Earth, and the Myth of Myriad Cry. Both of them were once imposing and powerful Quasi-Myths, but now, here, they were suspended like specimens, completely powerless, silent, and contained.

But there weren’t just specimens and magic instruments here, for standing before these two chambers was a woman in a long white coat.

Her figure was slender yet elegant, her skin pale like frost-kissed marble. Long strands of icy silver-blue hair cascaded down her back, shimmering faintly as if crystallized at the edges.

Her ears were elongated and delicate, with faint frost-like patterns trailing along their surface. Even the air around her carried a subtle chill, as tiny motes of crystalline light drifted and vanished near her presence.

At this moment, she was calmly recording something on a floating runic interface, her expression focused, almost detached, as if the two Quasi-Myths before her were nothing more than experimental data.

Not far from her, another woman sat before a wide arc of floating screens.

Her appearance contrasted sharply. Her hair flowed like strands of liquid lightning, faint arcs of electricity dancing between the locks as they drifted weightlessly behind her.

Her eyes glowed faintly, pupils crackling with restrained energy, reflecting the countless streams of data flickering across the screens before her. The air around her subtly vibrated, as if unable to remain completely stable under her presence.

Her fingers moved rapidly, manipulating layers of magical spectrum analysis, tracking fluctuations that normal beings wouldn’t even perceive.

At that exact moment, the hidden door behind Nell sealed completely, and both women froze as the crackling of energy paused, and the recording rune flickered.

Slowly but sharply, both turned, and their expressions shifted almost at the same time with surprise and a hint of sharp realization.

Because Nell was not supposed to be here without notice, for it wasn’t his style, and they instantly thought of the worst possibilities that could have caused his sudden arrival.

The woman in the lab coat was the first to speak, her voice calm yet edged with seriousness, ”Let me guess, something happened?”

The second woman’s glowing eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned back from the screens, electricity faintly snapping in the air, stating in a rude tone, ”Or have you finally decided to stop playing around, old man!”