"Atris, why are you back again? Didn't I just send you to that world in Ansoor a few years ago? Are you in such a hurry to return because Ansoor has already conquered that world?"
In a grand hall suspended in the endless dark void, a graceful golden dragon suddenly appeared. Her radiant light dispelled the surrounding darkness, and as she appeared, a spirit in the form of a Titan youth materialized within the hall, casting a curious glance at her.
"No, Ansoor has only just gained a foothold. I came back because that guy got annoyed with me for meddling too much," the golden dragoness huffed indignantly at the mention of her husband. In the world assigned to him by the Titan race, she had intervened in Ansoor's battles multiple times, but once he had secured his position, he found her interference bothersome. So, in a fit of pique, she had simply returned.
"So now you're eagerly running off to help him again? You two really do have a close relationship!"
"Who said I'm going to help that guy? I'm here to help my child."
"Your child?"
"Yes, his name is Muria. You should have records of him in your database. He likely traveled to the world assigned to him through you, didn't he?"
"Yes, I recall him. The little one with an aura different from normal Titans—he's the Titan-Dragon hybrid I heard about recently," the spirit of the Transmission Hall remembered, recalling the young Titan who had come to him not long ago, wielding a stone axe.
"Exactly. I'm here to help my son conquer the world. Now, go ahead and transport my son's legion over. These are the ones," the dragoness pointed forward, and a projection appeared between her and the spirit of the Transmission Hall. In the light screen was a well-organized void fleet, gleaming with metallic luster under the sunlight, quietly waiting.
"Atris, this is going too far. Other Titans only request the transport of a single companion or some powerful friends, but you're asking me to transport an entire fleet. That's blatant cheating! No, absolutely not."
Seeing the fleet, the spirit of the Transmission Hall shook his head vigorously, refusing outright. "The world assigned to newly promoted Fourth-Rank Titans is meant to test them. They must conquer it through their own efforts, without relying on external forces. This is a strict rule, and you can't break it."
"Why not? This fleet was developed by my son himself. It's a part of his power. The other Titans don't have fleets because they're too useless. They don't measure up to my son. If they were capable, they could have developed fleets too."
Upon hearing the spirit's refusal, the dragoness bristled and began firing shots, even targeting her husband and all the pure-blooded Titans. Atris argued her case passionately, citing various examples to prove that what she was asking didn't violate the rules of the Titan race. Eventually, she managed to persuade the spirit of the Transmission Hall.
Still somewhat skeptical, the spirit looked at the projection of the disciplined void fleet and hesitated. "Are you sure this fleet was really developed by your son, the Titan hybrid named Muria?"
"Of course! If you don't believe me, you can investigate for yourself. They've been with my son long enough to be imbued with his aura. Many of them have even been transformed by the radiation from his bloodline."
"Alright, according to the rules, I shouldn't refuse. I'll transport them for you."
"Make sure to increase the precision of the teleportation. Ideally, lock onto my son and drop them right on his head."
"That might actually hit him," the spirit warned.
"No problem. He's already a Legendary Titan; getting hit a few times won't harm him. He won't die from it," Atris dismissed the concern casually. Legendary Titans were notoriously difficult to kill unless they brought it upon themselves.
"Alright!" The spirit pointed a finger, and a seven-colored beam of light enveloped the dragoness, tearing through space and time, carrying her into the dimensional rift.
Meanwhile, the void fleet waiting above the Titan Islands was also enveloped by a torrent of rainbow light, which forcefully dragged it into the Transmission Hall before sending it through the dimensional rift as well.
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In the Yinhuang World, on the borders of the Nine Phoenix Dynasty, Muria, who had recently conquered three more tribes after subduing the Yanlun Tribe, felt an unsettling chill on his neck. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to fall from the sky and hit him.
"What is going on? Why do I feel like something is going to fall and hit me?" Muria wondered as he looked up at the sky. In truth, since his arrival in this world, everything had gone remarkably smoothly, almost as if it had all been planned out.
For example, in this region, the Nine Phoenix Dynasty had very little control. The nearest large city was over ten thousand miles away. Essentially, he could cause as much chaos as he wanted here, and the rulers of the Nine Phoenix Dynasty would remain oblivious.
For the newly-arrived Muria, this was an ideal situation. If he had landed directly in the Nine Phoenix Dynasty's capital, he would likely be on his way home by now.
However, the location of his descent had nothing to do with the Titan race's Transmission Hall. It only handled the transport to this world; where he landed was entirely up to chance.
But Muria didn't believe his appearance here was purely due to luck. He suspected there was some external force at play. After all, everything in this world seemed unusually favorable toward him.
The most significant evidence was that he could exert his full power here, something unimaginable in other worlds. Typically, when a being from another world entered a different realm, they would face various restrictions due to differing rules.
It's a simple concept, like how a mermaid's strength would diminish on land because of the environmental change, even though their inherent power remains unchanged. It's just that the surrounding environment doesn't allow them to fully utilize it.
As Muria's premonition of being struck grew stronger, he glanced down at the Yanlun Tribe. After subduing three more Yinhuang tribes, he had ordered them to migrate to the Yanlun Tribe.
With nearly ten thousand people from the four tribes gathered together, the original houses and caves of the Yanlun Tribe were insufficient for everyone. Under Muria's command, the Yinhuang people began cutting through mountains, leveling land, and flattening hills to build a city.
But the feeling that he was about to be hit intensified. Muria decided it was best to leave. If something were to fall and cause the sense of threat he felt, it would likely devastate the entire area. That would destroy everything he had worked so hard to accumulate in this world.
Muria left the area and wandered through the borders of Yinhuang until he found a desolate wilderness with few inhabitants. Upon arrival, he released a bit of his aura, scaring away all the beasts living in the hills.
Just as he cleared the area, a rainbow-colored beam shot down from the sky, aiming straight for his head. Its power was enough to make even Muria's expression change slightly as his instincts screamed a warning. Without hesitation, he teleported to avoid the beam.
Boom! The rainbow beam struck the spot where he had been standing, vaporizing the hill beneath it and leaving a massive crater as if a meteor had hit.
But that was just the beginning. After the first rainbow beam, another descended, still targeting Muria. He dodged again, looking increasingly frustrated.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The violent explosions echoed through the hills as Muria quickly dodged the relentless rainbow beams. Each time, a new crater formed where he had stood, gradually transforming the once hilly landscape into a vast, cracked basin.
As the barrage continued, Muria began to understand what these beams were. To his surprise, they were his void warships, which he had essentially mortgaged to acquire. These ships, which should have arrived through a lengthy void journey from beyond the world, were now appearing in the most bizarre manner.
"What is going on?" Muria asked in frustration as he surveyed the landscape, now littered with craters. In each crater, an intact void warship lay silently. Black-gray smoke billowed from the craters, turning the sky over the area hazy.
"Surprised, Little Muria?" came a voice filled with excitement from the first crater. Muria looked over and saw a golden-haired girl flying toward him, landing comfortably on his shoulder as if she belonged there.
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