Chapter 312: CCCXII. World Devourer
Magic Power flowed slowly through Celeste’s palm into Liszt’s limbs, and if it was too hasty, it would have counter-effects. He could only slowly regain vitality.
This was emergency treatment, and Celeste did not know to what extent it would work. In extreme cold, many tissues might have already necrosed, and even if revived, he would be but a half-paralyzed invalid, unable to flexibly move his limbs, and might even need amputation later.
Fortunately, Liszt had a special constitution. As the warm current flowed in, an alien black-red smoke etched the surface of his skin, and his lips gradually regained some color.
Atop the stone throne, Garscek was brainstorming, searching her mind for the so-called Demon God Da Gun.
About nine hundred years ago, she arrived here to rest, borrowing the convergence of the Heavenly Sphere from Flying Dragon Ridge, not expecting to oversleep for decades, by which time the otherworldly gate had already closed.
She captured these distant memories, yet no related images emerged. Though they felt vaguely familiar, she paid them no heed. A thousand and eight hundred years prior, this place was sealed from heavens and earth by a Nameless Warrior, preventing anything from entering unless under extremely special circumstances—not even a True God could enter, and to her, a lower member of the Demon Clan was trivial, her ancestors had consumed too many such.
Before coming here, she knew nothing of Holy Spirits, only having faintly heard of them through a friend from the high ridges—the Dragon Lord was a supreme being, even among Ancient Dragons, standing at the apex.
Ancient Dragons were said to be half-life, half-mineral, the minerals here more like some transcendent essence.
And the mineral part of the Dragon Lord transcended thought and concept, incomprehensible, stepping out of time, existing both within and beyond eternal infinity, outside the logic of cause and effect.
But this was likely false—just a legendary tale even among the ridges, taken as entertainment.
Under Celeste’s treatment, Liszt’s condition improved; his teeth no longer chattered, and his hands slowly regained strength, his vision clearer.