Chapter 362
Once their meal drew to a close, Sien brought them to a world three links away for their next rift. It would have been pretty typical if she hadn’t literally brought them, no ship involved. Instead, she’d used some kind of smoke-cloud skill to cart them directly through Chaotic Space with barely a bump. Allie complained it was too slow and not luxurious, but it was still faster than any comparable Tier ship would have been.
When they asked about the method she was using, they only got intentionally cryptic answers about the realm of dreams and its unlimited reach.
Unlike her favorite rift, the rift they were about to delve was famous.
Well. Relatively. He knew about it, and a number of non-aperology hobbyists would be familiar with it, but none of the other Empire Ascenders had heard about it before he mentioned it. It was known as the Rift of Challenging Heavens, and pushed the limits of what was thought to be possible in a rift.
The simple entrance to the rift was already incredibly elaborate, with white marble and gold trim found in abundance, thanks to the sect that owned it adopting some of its visual motifs.
There were a few groups on standby that seemed ready to delve the rift should a team not show up, but their slightly irritated expressions were replaced with servile smiles the moment they saw who was escorting them to the rift.
Matt almost wished that Sien wasn’t there. He would have loved to see the Tier 28’s expressions once they realized the weak Tier 26’s could kick their asses to the local star and back without breaking too much of a sweat.
Or maybe they would be the ones to get their asses kicked. One of the women in the second group gave Matt a dangerous feeling, and he returned her stare with one of his own. Her right arm was ghostly and had an ethereal aura which caught all of their attention.
“I wonder if she’d let me borrow that arm?” Allie's comment surprisingly pulled a laugh out of Matt, which broke the tension he had been feeling.