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Chapter 1004 - 872: Supreme Offensive
What exactly is this silver sun?
Why does this silver sun suddenly come towards the Mist World?
Why does this silver sun want to be an enemy of the Mist World?
These various questions.
Only a few people know, and besides the Mist, the first to know is Kane.
Why Kane was the first among the explorers to know is not because he wanted to, but because he was targeted.
It was because at the time when the Mist was about to envelop the entire Mist World, the last strong light flashed out by the silver sun.
This strong light did not target anyone specifically but rather targeted all those who saw the light and disrespected its presence.
Among all the explorers present at the time, Kane was the most disrespectful to it.
He was the epitome of an exemplar.
The disrespect did not lie in any act Kane did against the silver sun at the time, or cursing it inwardly.
But rather Kane’s past actions.
Because the connection between this silver sun and Kane can be traced back to the first dungeon he entered.
From the moment Kane embarked on the explorer’s path, he formed a connection with this silver sun.
Yes, this silver sun is the creator of the Golden Bridge.
It once invaded the Platinum Country, causing it to fall into eternal darkness.
Essentially, it was the main reason why the world where Platinum Country was located shattered.
The former King of Platinum and the former Golden Bridge Church spoke of it as the supreme entity.
Its real name or rather its true title.
Is the supreme entity - Deep Light, Dark Sun.
That’s why at the time, Kane was unconsciously targeted by that silver light, bleeding from seven orifices and collapsing on the ground.
He thwarted Deep Light’s plans, destroying its tools for extracting power from other worlds.
At that moment, even his soul began to scatter.
This was just from being targeted by one strong light.
If one of the Seven Kings hadn’t noticed his situation and appeared beside him for emergency treatment.
Otherwise, Kane might have died there on the spot.
Since then, Kane lay in bed for a whole year before fully recovering.
And since that year began, the entire Mist World underwent significant changes.
To combat the tendrils of Deep Light trying to penetrate into the Mist World, the Mist gathered most of the world’s power for resistance.
And allowed the Mist World to fully contract defensively.
Combined, they finally reached a stalemate.
But these came at a cost.
Outside the Mist, after one or two years, there were no longer new world fragments for them to explore, even dead ones alike.
From ten years ago to now, the Mist World hasn’t produced any new dungeons.
Because the stock provided by those colored explorers from outside the Mist had been depleted over ten years.
And Deep Light hasn’t stopped making other moves.
He sent countless minions to invade the entire Mist World.
Being an entity more powerful than the Mist, and one that invades worlds, extracting their power for itself, its minions are numerous beyond count.
Fortunately, there was defense beyond the Mist, and the farthest peripheral defenses remained intact, still fulfilling their defensive role.
But now the entire periphery has become a battlefield and isn’t solely theirs.
The minions of the supreme entity are far stronger than expected, having occupied the stronghold at the Mist’s outermost edges after more than 20 years of attacks.
The reason for their success lies in suppressing explorers within their home ground.
It was due to the fact that more than ten years ago, the attacks from these minions who had fought them for ten years suddenly began to cause an infection, which had only one effect.
That is, to make their synesthesia experience fatigue.
At that time, though it was their battleground, the result made both sides suffer.
Under such infection, they had to return to rest more frequently.
The longer they fought these minions, the more injuries they suffered, the more their synesthesia became fatigued.
Even the colorful Mist Lords couldn’t avoid it.
Initially able to reside in the Mist for long, they too had to return due to injuries from prolonged fighting and infection.
This made the frontline forever less than its prime, always with gaps.
Over time, they had to retreat inward.
But thankfully, once they adapted and acclimated, they held their ground, only allowing the enemy to occupy the outermost ring.
Yet the pressure hasn’t subsided.
Thinking of this, Kane withdrew his thoughts and sat up straight again.
"Why haven’t the Mist Council people arrived yet?"
Kreya asked, unable to contain herself while sipping tea in front of her.
Just as she finished speaking, the crisp sound of a knock on the door echoed from outside the hall.
Everyone turned to look.
They saw an elderly man with white hair and brows, and a beard woven into twelve braided strands on his chin.
A huge wooden magic staff floated behind him.
It was Gordon.
Beside him was a Moon’s Child, who after sending him here, nodded towards them before leaving.
It was then that Gordon walked in, looking at them and saying, "Pardon me, Your Majesty Kane."
"Oh, no, no, President Gordon, there’s no need for formalities between us, we’re quite familiar."