Cursed Immortality - Chapter 795: The Legendary Key of Aquarius! (1)

In the Path of Legend, there lay a deadly mountain range, a land where even the bravest souls trembled to tread.

The jagged peaks stretched across the horizon like the teeth of a slumbering giant, each one piercing the heavens, towering far above the clouds. The air in this cursed place shimmered with an otherworldly energy, charged with a power that made the skin crawl. The sky above was a perpetual twilight, neither day nor night as if the sun itself dared not fully rise nor set over such a cursed domain.

From the highest peaks, arcs of purple lightning crackled incessantly, leaping from crag to crag in a chaotic, unrelenting dance of raw energy.

The bolts split the air with deafening roars, their brilliance illuminating the dark skies with flashes so intense that they left afterimages burned into the retinas of those who dared to gaze upon them. It was as if the lightning were alive, imbued with a malevolent sentience, hunting intruders with a relentless fury.

The ground beneath the mountains was a desolate wasteland, scorched and blackened by countless lightning strikes.

The earth was littered with charred remains—trees reduced to ash, rocks melted into twisted forms, and the skeletal remains of those who had been foolish or desperate enough to venture too close. The very air reeked of ozone and burnt earth, a heavy, acrid scent that clung to the lungs and stung the eyes.

But as deadly as the purple lightning was, it was not the only peril that awaited within this accursed range. From the shadows of jagged rocks and the yawning mouths of hidden caves, there hide the lightning beasts—creatures born of the storm itself.

Their bodies crackled with volatile energy; every inch of their form a conduit for the storm’s wrath. Their eyes glowed with a menacing violet light, a stark warning to any who crossed their path. The beasts moved with a terrifying speed, their forms flickering like phantoms, impossible to see until it was too late.

Each beast was a living nightmare, a creature of claws and fangs wreathed in an aura of electrical energy that could sear the flesh from bone in the blink of an eye. To encounter one of these monsters was to dance on the edge of oblivion, with death a near certainty.

Yet, despite the sheer ferocity of this land, there were those who dared to enter its deadly confines.

At this moment, five powerful figures, each shrouded in a protective barrier of potent magic, were in pursuit of a lone figure ahead of them.

This lone figure was tall and imposing, a crimson shield floating above his head, deflecting the barrage of purple lightning bolts with ease. His steps were swift and purposeful, yet there was a deliberate nature to his movements as if he were leading his pursuers deeper into the mountain range.

The five figures behind him were desperate, their focus entirely on capturing the fleeing man. They seemed to pay little heed to the deadly environment around them, their powerful barriers holding off the onslaught of lightning.

But as they ventured further into the mountains, the landscape grew ever more treacherous. The air buzzed with increasing intensity, and the ground beneath them began to tremble as if the very mountain was alive, sensing their presence.

Suddenly, the terrain shifted. The group stumbled upon a deep canyon that cut through the heart of the mountain range, its depths shrouded in darkness.

The canyon seemed to yawn open before them, a black void that seemed to stretch endlessly downward. The sides of the canyon were steep and jagged, making retreat impossible.

Without hesitation, the lone figure leaped into the canyon, disappearing into the shadows below. The five pursuers hesitated for only a moment before following, their desperation overriding their caution.

As they descended, the air grew thicker with the scent of ozone, and the sound of crackling electricity filled their ears. The walls of the canyon were lined with veins of purple energy, pulsing and throbbing like the lifeblood of the mountain itself.

The lightning beasts that had been patrolling the mountain slopes above now circled the canyon’s rim, their eyes glowing with malevolent hunger. Sensing prey, they began to converge on the intruders with terrifying speed.

The six figures landed at the bottom of the canyon, their barriers flickering as they absorbed the impact.

They were now surrounded on all sides, the lightning beasts closing in, their growls resonating with the low rumble of distant thunder. The beasts moved as one, descending upon the group with a fury that mirrored the storm above.

But these were no ordinary travelers. Each of the six figures unleashed their own magic in response, creating a dazzling display of power that lit up the canyon.

The air was filled with the crackling of energy as spells clashed with the beasts’ attacks. For a moment, it seemed as though the beasts might overwhelm them, but the figures moved with precision, their combined strength pushing back the onslaught.

As the last of the beasts was vanquished, the canyon fell silent, save for the distant rumble of thunder from above. The six figures now stood facing each other in the shadowed depths of the canyon, the tension between them palpable.

Their barriers were flickering, weakened by the battle, but their resolve remained unbroken.

The man with the crimson shield lowered it, his eyes narrowing as he regarded his pursuers. “So, you’ve finally caught up,” he said, his voice echoing off the canyon walls. “But did you really think it would be that easy to take it from me?”

One of the pursuers, a woman with a barrier that glowed with a faint golden light, stepped forward, her tone icy. “I admit you’ve successfully lured us here, but in the end, you have underestimated us! You might be the heir of the Thunder Galaxy King but don’t forget; I’m also the Myriad Galaxy Guardian’s heir! You cannot escape this time. Surrender now, and sign a soul contract with me, and I’ll spare your life!”

The man chuckled, the sound devoid of humor. “Tsk, tsk, should I feel honored or insulted that the princess of the little Myriad Galaxy Guardian wants to enslave me? Did your confidence come from these toy boys of yours? You’re too full of yourself—and I despise that trait the most!”

Without another word, the man turned and sprinted deeper into the canyon, his speed leaving the others little choice but to follow. The canyon twisted and turned, its walls narrowing and widening in unpredictable patterns. The air grew colder, and the sound of the storm above seemed to fade, replaced by an eerie silence that pressed in on all sides.

Finally, the canyon opened up into a wide chamber, its ceiling lost in darkness. The walls were lined with strange, glowing runes that pulsed with ancient energy. In the center of the chamber stood a massive stone altar, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and change under the flickering light.

The man with the crimson shield came to a stop before the altar, turning to face his pursuers once more. “This is the end of the line,” he said, his voice cold and resolute. “Only one of us will leave this place alive.”

“Don’t be afraid; he’s just a dying man trying to play mind tricks!” the woman coldly replied, though she was secretly vigilant. The place was too strange, yet she couldn’t help but feel excitement at the thought of hidden treasures within.

The five pursuers spread out, forming a loose circle around the man. Their barriers flared to life once more, each one glowing with a different hue. The air between them crackled with tension, the promise of violence hanging heavy in the air.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, with a roar that echoed through the chamber, the battle began!