Chapter 92: BEAST KINGDOM AGAIN
Chen Yu stood at the edge of the demonic teleportation array, Nyzelia silently at his side. He took a last look up at the swirling, storm-tossed sky of the Demon Kingdom—black clouds streaked with infernal crimson—before closing his eyes, channeling void energy into the runes at his feet. His thoughts drifted briefly to his companions still training inside the time barrier; they needed this time undisturbed. There was no point in returning to the mansion now.
He turned to Nyzelia, her eyes shining like polished obsidian under the hellish sky. "Ready?" he asked.
Nyzelia lifted a perfect brow, silver earrings glinting with each tilt of her head. "Ready for what, Master Chen Yu?" she asked coolly, her voice carrying the timeless cadence of someone who had watched empires rise and fall.
A small smirk tugged at the corners of Chen Yu’s lips. "To see something different."
He activated the teleportation rune, and in a heartbeat, they vanished from the Demon Kingdom, reappearing on the outskirts of the Beast Kingdom—Neo-Terra’s untamed cradle of life, where mountains clawed the clouds and forests sprawled like emerald seas over endless horizons.
The air here was thick with the mingled scents of earth, wildflowers, and the primal musk of great predators. Somewhere beyond the ridgelines, a roar rumbled like distant thunder. Here, the sky burned with a savage, golden light—alive with the raw pulse of a world newly reborn.
Nyzelia’s eyes widened as she inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of pure, untainted air. She stepped forward onto a sunlit cliff, the breeze lifting strands of her ink-dark hair. "This..." she whispered, voice hushed, "is magnificent."
Chen Yu nodded, feeling the wildness seep into his bones. "It’s beautiful—and dangerous. Keep your senses sharp." His gaze scanned the valleys below, but the tension in his shoulders eased as the living chorus of insects and birds surrounded them. He felt more alive here than he had in months.
They started down a narrow trail carved into the cliffside, their boots crunching on loose stone. Birds with plumage like polished gems watched them from tangled branches. Vines glowed faintly when kissed by sunlight, and a horned hare as large as a panther bolted across their path in a flash of white fur.