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A faint gray-black mist swirled and rolled, forming an invisible barrier at the edge of the world. Although it did not appear to be very thick, it was able to block all sight and investigation.

Thor examined the thick fog woven from negative energy and shadows, and the inexplicable connection in his mind pointed precisely in this direction.

Without further hesitation, he lunged forward, feeling as if he had pierced through a barrier, and the world before him began to change.

This is a valley surrounded by the Balinock Mountains, where dark clouds linger year-round, the days are cold and short, and dusk falls hastily.

The vast, dense forest covered the entire mountainside, and a cold wind swept through the woods, carrying with it a deathly stillness and a bone-chilling cold.

An old, ancient road runs through the valley, connecting three crumbling human settlements. Cold rivers and lakes meander through it, and the ruins on the riverbanks are submerged in swamps, where vengeful spirits linger.

Looking up, atop the cliffs of the valley, Ravenlock Castle, forged from black stone, stands proudly, overlooking the entire cursed land.

This terrifying demiplane isn't very large, only about 10,000 square kilometers, equivalent to a prefecture-level city in Thor's previous life, and much smaller than the small plane he occupied.

Therefore, being high in the sky, with his sharp eyes and powerful senses, he could see almost everything in the entire Fear Demiplane.

Apart from Raven's Fortress, which was isolated by layers of negative energy, nothing could escape his sight.

However, Thor did not see the target he was looking for. The entire demiplane was filled with a group of filthy, putrid undead and a few numb humans.

It is said that when the Valley of Balovia fell into the Shadow Realm, all its inhabitants were also taken to this gloomy and corrupt plane.

When this demiplane was twisted by the dark forces from the Fallen Netherworld, fear shrouded everything in a mist, and no poor soul who fell into it could escape unless the dark forces were willing to let go.

The same is true of the native inhabitants of Balovia, and several thousand of them still live in this terrifying demiplane.

Children born here are unfortunate; they grow up in fear from childhood and are taught to place reverence for Streld above all else and to serve him for life.

They would grow food, make furniture, brew wine, and weave clothes for the vampire, while they themselves would only receive a meager amount of daily necessities to sustain their own survival.

Even insignificant little items had to be hidden deep inside the house, and he himself had to wear worn-out, simple clothes to avoid attracting the attention of Strad or his spies.

The residents here have almost never experienced hope and joy, so the people of Balovia have learned to be content with the status quo and have become numb.

But what is even more despairing is that even death cannot end this miserable life, because the souls of the dead, just like the living, are trapped in this narrow demiplane, unable to move forward and be reborn.

They are either resurrected by some means and turned into undead creature slaves, or they can only drift in this terrifying demiplane, waiting for a suitable body.

The souls inside cannot leave, and external spiritual energy cannot enter either, so nine out of ten children born here are soulless.

Although this may not seem to affect their daily lives, without a soul, they are born without the ability to feel any emotions other than fear. They cannot cry, laugh, love, pity, hatred, or anger; they are merely submissive puppets.

The souls of the dead, trapped in this small plane of existence, have been reincarnated for so long that many beings with similar appearances have appeared.

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Thor's burning gaze swept across the entire Demiplane of Terror inch by inch, and the further he went, the deeper his violence and anger became.

The connection in his bloodline clearly pointed to this terrifying demiplane, but no matter how he investigated, he could not find any trace of the hybrid red dragon, which could only mean that he had been tricked.

The enormous dragon claw tightened involuntarily, squeezing the ghoul in its palm with a crackling sound, its bones breaking inch by inch. It desperately tried to scream, but the air in its lungs had already been squeezed out, and it was instantly crushed into a lump of mud.

Immediately afterwards, scorching flames rose from his palm, frantically burning the filthy, rotting flesh. Under extreme temperature and pressure, the ashes produced by the burning had no time to dissipate before being forcibly aggregated, gradually forming a scalding crystal.

Some vampires noticed the intruders and transformed into countless bats, flying over from the distant castle.

Standing atop a dark cloud formed of negative energy, they transformed back into human forms with ashen skin and ugly faces, and coldly shouted at the black mist that enveloped Thor.

"Who dares to trespass into the Barrowia Valley? You will..."

The enraged red dragon had no time to waste words with these filthy bats. With a sweep of its molten gold pupils, two crimson streaks shot out from its body, instantly piercing and igniting the bodies of the low-ranking vampires, turning them to ashes amidst their wails.

Thor completely forgot about the Raven Queen and the demigods of the Fallen Underworld.

If we continue to search by following our senses bit by bit as we are now, it will probably take an unknown amount of time.

The raging dragon curse that enveloped him instantly dissipated like morning mist, revealing his massive and majestic body.

The crimson-gold scales were radiating a dazzling light, and the thermonuclear organs inside the body were operating at high speed, constantly fissioning and even fusion of the heavy metals stored in the stomach.

The distant fire elemental plane seemed to be summoned as well, and a crimson ring of fire condensed above his head.

With boundless light and endless heat, after a thousand years, the residents of Palovia once again saw the "red sun."

Chapter 392 Light Illuminates All Things

No creature that enters the Fear Demiplane can leave easily; even Strad was permanently trapped in the Valley of Balovia.

Thor wasn't sure if the interference with his senses was the work of that old bastard Tiamat, but its purpose was certainly to trap him temporarily and buy time.

It is said that only the most skilled spellcasters can escape this terrifying demiplane. Although he is not completely ignorant of magic, his abilities are entirely instinctive and have nothing to do with skill.

Then we have no choice but to resort to drastic measures: kill the master of this demiplane, burn everything to ashes, and without the support of shadows and negative energy, this place will naturally crumble.

The dazzling light pierced the fog like thousands of sharp swords, falling on the pale faces of the residents of Balovia and reflecting deeply into their numb pupils.

A glimmer of light flashed in their lifeless eyes. They looked up at the sky, carefully stretching out their hands to feel the warmth they had never experienced before.

How beautiful! Is that golden-red dragon the legendary sun?

The gray mist that permeated the entire demiplane slowly dissipated under the bright light emanating from Thor, as if it too feared the divine power he displayed.

The vengeful spirits wandering in the dense forests and swamps melted away like ice and snow, and their remaining souls were absorbed by the wheel in Thor's mind, thus freeing them from eternal torment.

The enormous red dragon transformed into the blazing sun and flew straight toward the castle atop the cliff.

The scorching heat continuously baked the surrounding gray-white rocks and cliffs, and billowing negative energy rose up like black smoke, leaving a glaring orange-red trail in this monotonous world.

The entire Fear Demiplane trembled violently at that moment, and the sleeping Strad was suddenly awakened from his coffin.

He stormed out of the basement in a rage, the servants he encountered screaming in terror. When he reached the castle balcony, he saw flames raging down like a celestial river pouring down from the sky.

The powerful magic combined with the high temperature from the thermonuclear organ caused Thor's breath to turn completely into a dazzling blue-white color. However, this flame was not like ordinary high-temperature plasma; instead, it was as sticky as glue.

The terrifying impact enveloped the entire castle, rapidly eroding and disintegrating the defensive barrier formed by shadows and negative energy.

Several low-ranking vampire servants were unfortunately touched by the flames, and their entire bodies were burned away in the blink of an eye, as if they had never existed.

Even the Ravencrest Castle, which Stradt spent a thousand years building, is like ice and snow in a furnace, melting and evaporating at an extremely fast pace.

This vampire lord, who had lived for thousands of years, had never seen such a terrifying sight, and a sense of retreat arose in his heart.

But this is his stronghold, so where can he retreat to? He has no choice but to take a gamble.

A black mist rose on his pale face, and he suddenly flung open the scarlet cloak behind him. A pitch-black barrier rose abruptly like the night sky, attempting to forcibly isolate Thor's dragon breath.

Even if he was the first vampire, how could he compare to a true dragon that was over 110 meters long? The two were not even in the same league, whether in terms of size or the magic power stored in their bodies.

The instant the pitch-black night met the torrent of flames, Strad felt an immense pressure crash down upon him, his upright body suddenly slumped, and he knelt down on one knee.

The surrounding temperature rose sharply, and the wooden furniture began to spontaneously combust. Many of the bloodline servants turned into human torches in their panicked escape.

Three female vampires rushed in from the hall below. They were the vampire brides of Streld. Their once beautiful faces were now covered with blisters, their fangs were exposed, and they looked extremely ferocious.

"What happened?"

"No! I don't want to die!"

"Master, save me!"

The mournful cries continued to ring out. Strad knew that his Ravencrest Castle was doomed. His body suddenly transformed into a streak of blood-red light, wrapped around his servants, and broke out of the encirclement.

But that scorching dragon breath is a forbidden power for all undead creatures.

The moment his body touched the flames, the magic power on his body drained away rapidly like water being released from a dam. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he sacrificed most of his servants in the bloody light before barely breaking through the sea of ​​fire that enveloped the castle.

In the next instant, Ravencrest Castle, deprived of its magical support, completely melted away before Strad's eyes. The once magnificent black stone fortress vanished, leaving only streams of orange-red lava flowing slowly down the cliff face.

Thor naturally saw that an insect had escaped his breath, but he paid no attention. The crimson halo above his head slowly rotated, and the fiery arsenal spread out in all directions.

The crimson sun shone with endless light, which enveloped the entire Demiplane of Terror.

The fog built upon the shadows of fear and negative energy melted away like ice and snow, and the gloomy sky vanished, revealing a clear and azure sky.

"Do not!!!"

"It's too bright!"

"My eyes!!"

The intense light shone down on the dark gray mountains and dense forests, and countless wandering undead creatures let out painful howls.

Wisps of black smoke rose from the broken skeleton and illusory soul, either shattering and collapsing with a crash, or dissipating into the void as if evaporated.

Even the first vampire, Strad, was thrown into a panic at this moment. The fear of sunlight was already etched deep into the souls of all undead creatures.

He wanted to step forward and stop them, but the dazzling light blinded him, and his exposed skin burned. He could only cover his entire body tightly with his large cloak.

If he were facing an ordinary sun, he could use spells like Dark Sky Curtain or Cloud Spell to shield himself. But against this man-made blazing sun, these simple spells were almost useless.

However, as the master of this terrifying demiplane, Strad was not without resistance. He flashed into the still dark forest below and desperately mobilized the negative energy and shadow power of the entire terrifying demiplane.

The entire land seemed to transform into a giant octopus, with countless thick, black tentacles bursting out of the earth and enveloping the "sun" in the sky from all directions.

This combined counterattack from legendary vampires and the entire demiplane was nothing more than a death throes in the eyes of the powerful red dragon.

The scorching heat and rolling flames swept away the darkness between heaven and earth, and the dimensional magic network that had been covered by the shadow magic network was once again detected by Thor's perception.

The red dragon's body was like a star of immense mass, pressing down on the surrounding space and creating its own unique gravitational force within the dimensional magic network.

Endless primal magic spontaneously converged upon him, compressing and condensing above his head, transforming into a teardrop-like point of light that slowly dripped downwards.

Chapter 393: Red Emperor Cangxing

In the world of Monster Hunter, Safi'jiiva is the only forbidden monster with a clear reproductive behavior, and many people even suspected that it was an extraterrestrial creature.

After all, it feeds on the world's primordial power and possesses a perpetually moving super organ. The combination of these two characteristics makes it seem like a terrifying creature that relies on its perpetually moving organ to traverse the vast universe, searching for suitable planets to feed and lay eggs.

When it finds the perfect place to lay its eggs, it will gather a massive amount of energy in its body along with its genetic information, sink it into the ground, and transform it into an egg-shaped cocoon.

The genetic information within the cocoon will rely on this abundant energy to develop into a newborn Xeno'jiiva. The larvae will continue to absorb the power of the planet's origin, undergo several molts, and finally transform into a brand new Safi'jiiva.

But what if the descending energy eggs do not carry genetic information and are merely a means of condensing and releasing energy...

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The pale blue tear-like light watched as it fell at a steady pace, yet with an unstoppable momentum, slowly seeping into the depths of the terrifying demiplane.

Time seemed to stand still, the gray mist floating in the air froze, and the shadowy tentacles spreading from the ground were frozen in place as if a program had crashed.

Just as birds and beasts sense an impending earthquake, a suffocating sense of impending doom suddenly overwhelmed the minds of all living beings in Palovia.

Strad felt his heart, which had been stagnant for a thousand years, clench violently. He hurriedly looked around, but could not pinpoint the source of this unease.

Until several beams of clear blue light, wrapped in a hazy white light and edged with silvery stars, pierced through the distant earth and spread rapidly in all directions.

The beam of light traveled at an astonishing speed; it was just over ten miles away one moment, and it was already in front of us the next instant.

Like a surging stream of light from the entire starry sea, it completely sealed off all of Strad's escape routes, leaving only a dazzling radiance in the world; the endless primal magic here transformed into a vigorous life force sufficient to nurture forbidden ancient dragons, surging and churning, washing away all filth and evil along the way.

Faced with such boundless and immense energy, towering shadow tentacles snapped as easily as weeds; even the first generation of vampires were insignificant and laughable before this power, melting away little by little into the vast stream of light, filled with hatred and despair.

A point of pure white light rose from the ground and spread continuously, echoing the crimson sun hanging high in the sky. The brilliant light cleansed the world of its filth and gradually restored the world to its original state.

The ancient dragon life force that Thor transformed into was not particularly destructive to physical matter; it produced neither earth-shattering explosions nor sweeping gales.

But this pure light of life is the natural nemesis of all negative energy and shadow power, instantly filling every inch of the terrifying demiplane.

The souls and spirits that had wandered into this place over millions of years, as well as the evil creatures formed by negative energy and shadows, were all reduced to ashes in an instant, like snowflakes thrown into a furnace.

The remaining fragments of the soul were drawn in by an invisible force and poured into the wheel in Thor's mind.

The power of the Fallen Netherworld, deeply rooted in this demiplane, was being forcibly stripped away and pushed outwards, as if being washed by a high-pressure water jet.

The Valley of Balova, which was once separated from the Prime Material Plane, slowly floated up after losing the pull of the Fallen Netherworld, showing a strong tendency to return to the Prime Material Plane.

A continuous shower of azure stars fell from the sky, and Thor, hovering high in the air, felt unusually tired.

The Netherworld Dragon monster template within him was not yet fully mature, so he prematurely activated the Crimson Emperor Azure Star, draining a large amount of magic power from his body in a short moment.

Fortunately, the magic network continuously supplied him with energy, and a steady stream of primal magic flowed into his body, causing his energy reserves to recover rapidly at a visible speed.

He looked down at the completely purified land below, but had no intention of lingering.

After the shadows and negative energy were completely banished, the rules that imprisoned living beings and blocked their way out of this plane also collapsed, and could no longer trap anyone.