Upon the door were inscribed mysterious patterns and arcane symbols, which had not been opened for untold ages. However, the occasional flashes of light from the symbols indicated that the primordial force arrays were still in operation.
A vampire viscount approached the door first, carefully examining the surroundings before returning to the group. He respectfully addressed a stern-faced demonic with deference, “Master Maers, I have checked the surroundings, and there are no other arrays present. Only the seal on the door itself is active.”
Maers’ downturned lips twitched slightly, and he grunted, acknowledging the report.
The viscount was but a step away from being called “Your Excellency,” yet in the eyes of Master Maers, he did not even merit a spoken response.
Maers slowly advanced, and suddenly, his form blurred, appearing in mid-air before the massive door, hovering there, intently observing the arcane symbols and patterns.
Throughout this process, there was no detectable fluctuation of primordial force. Even Maers’ current levitation seemed as if supported by an invisible platform rather than the power of primordial force. The viscounts and even the count looked at Maers with fear, their expressions strained with deep-seated dread they could not hide.
After what felt like an eternity, Maers let out a heavy sigh, marveling, “Truly the work of a master, a master! Saadis, my friend, what do you think?”
Only then did another elder demonic speak, slowly saying, “If we had not already obtained the method to open it, it might take us centuries to break through this door. The legend of Anduia being a master of symbols and primordial force arrays seems to be true.”
The vampires visibly relaxed, their faces showing joy. These two ancient demomics, both masters of symbols and primordial force arrays, had served the Eternal Night Council for a time that may have exceeded the age of the ancestors of the vampires present. Their affirmation meant that this mission was at least half successful, and they had found the right place.
Moreover, Anduia was a great lord of the vampires, and the wealth he left behind would benefit the vampires the most. The emergence of the Black Wing King’s treasure might boost the strength of the entire vampire faction within the Eternal Night camp.
Saadis approached a young vampire girl in the middle of the group, his face devoid of arrogance, speaking respectfully, “Your Highness Ye Tong, from here, it depends on you. Your bloodline is the only key to opening the door.”
Ye Tong removed her hood, revealing a flawless, breathtakingly beautiful face, instantly brightening the hall. If one had to find a flaw, it was that her expression was too cold and haughty, as if she disregarded everyone around her.
This was a subtle arrogance, a natural authority, but no darkling objected. In the society of dark races, the hierarchy based on bloodline and power was extremely strict. A superior could kill an inferior without punishment, as long as they possessed overwhelming power.
When Ye Tong removed her hood, the weaker vampires immediately bowed their heads, not daring to meet her gaze. Even the viscounts’ eyes dared not linger, but even so, their hearts raced, feeling a sense of uncontrollable surge of blood.
When Ye Tong had concealed her aura, there was no trace of primordial force, as if she were a newborn vampire still under the protection of her elders. At present, her power was only at the ninth level, not yet reaching the warrior standard required for a viscount. But when she no longer hid her aura, even the vampire count involuntarily took a step back, slightly increasing the distance between them.
The vampires felt the pressure of the ancestral bloodline, but in the eyes of Maers and Saadis, an invisible force field continuously spread around Ye Tong, with faint symbols floating and flickering within.
The two demonic masters simultaneously displayed admiration, recognizing the powerful symbol array. This was the power of a top-tier bloodline, a nearly perfect original strain. Before even reaching the rank of warrior, she could instinctively use the power of symbols, a feat many warriors never achieved in their lifetimes.
Thus, in the eyes of Maers and Saadis, Ye Tong was not just a young vampire who had yet to cross the threshold of a warrior, but a future prince of the Eternal Night Council.
This was the reverence for bloodlines in the various races of the Eternal Night camp.
Ye Tong stepped forward, approaching the bronze gate, then rose into the air, standing beside Maers.
In front of her, a gigantic eye was engraved on the bronze door, its pupil made up of an incredibly complex array. Countless lines of the array each held their own power, something the vampires had experienced firsthand. Those below the rank of viscount had felt dizzy and some even fell to the ground after a brief look. Now, none but the count dared to look directly at the giant eye.
Ye Tong’s eyes gradually shifted from blood red to golden, the golden light growing more substantial and intricate. If one had enhanced vision, they would see countless golden threads repeatedly intertwining, replicating segments of the array in the giant eye on the door.
Maers finally showed emotion, unmasked shock, and a hidden jealousy.
This was the power of blood, this was innate talent. The Dark Source was inherently unfair, granting some beings immense power upon birth, destined to stand above all others. Yet, this very unfairness instilled a deep reverence in the darklings, who sought its favor with all their hearts.
Once the primordial force array in Ye Tong’s eyes took shape, she extended her left hand, drawing a line with her fingernail, causing blood to flow freely.
Ye Tong recited ancient symbols, each syllable brimming with power. She did not understand the meaning of these symbols, but once her eyes successfully replicated the array on the bronze door, the incantation naturally appeared in her mind.
This was the command to open the bronze door, and behind it lay their goal.
Ye Tong slowly approached the bronze door, placing her bloodied left hand on the pupil of the giant eye. Blood lines immediately spread along the pattern of the array, gradually covering the entire eye.
Blood continued to flow from Ye Tong’s hand, her face becoming paler, her aura rapidly weakening. Suddenly, she fell from mid-air, swayed, and collapsed to the ground.
As the web of blood lines completely covered the giant eye, it seemed to come alive. The gleaming pupil almost began to move, and the whole eye blinked.
In an instant, everyone felt as if the eye was looking at them!
This eerie scene filled the two demonic masters with joy. Saadis stopped the count, who wanted to rush to help Ye Tong, and waited.
They did not wait long. The giant eye shattered, turning into countless irregular, blood-colored fragments, spreading along the primordial force lines. The entire door began to vibrate and rumble, tilting backward, revealing the world beyond.
Beyond the door lay a vast, expansive space, stretching hundreds of meters from floor to ceiling, supported by massive stone pillars too large for several grown men to encircle.
A chasm lay just beyond the door. Looking down, one could see a river at the bottom emitting a blue luminescence. However, the more powerful the vampire, the greater their fear upon seeing the river.
As the bronze door fell, it spanned the chasm, forming a natural bridge.
Ye Tong slowly rose, her aura now extremely weak. The count rushed over, offering two top-grade blood crystals, clear and radiant like rubies. Ye Tong swallowed one, and her deathly pale face slowly regained color.
A thin mist enveloped the opposite side of the chasm, seemingly not dense, yet obscuring everything. Whether the bridge or the high ceiling, once extending to the other side, vanished from their senses. Even the probes of the two demonic masters were blocked, but Ye Tong’s eyes saw through the mist with ease.
She pointed to the distance, saying, “There, a city lies.”
Maers, surprised and delighted, exclaimed, “Could it be the fabled Chosen City?”
Saadis also said, “A city built by ancient darklings skilled in symbols! Could it be true that Anduia found the Chosen City?”
“Let us go and see. I cannot wait!” Maers said eagerly.
Saadis turned to the count, “Go back and inform His Excellency the Blade of Slaughter. Tell him we have found and successfully opened the Gate of the Weaving Eye. Ask him to send reinforcements immediately!”
The count hesitated, “Master, my family ordered me to protect Your Highness Ye Tong, never leaving her side.”
Maers sneered, “We two old men can protect the princess. We don’t need a mere count.”
The count tried to protest, but Saadis suddenly hummed deeply. Using some secret method, the count’s face paled, his aura weakening, and he was injured.
Ye Tong said, “You go and notify the Blade of Slaughter. I will be safe in Lord Anduia’s domain.”
Reluctantly, the count departed.
Ye Tong glanced at Saadis, saying coldly, “The Clan Mother will speak with the Lord of Dark Speech about this matter.”
The Lord of Dark Speech was the direct superior of the two demonic masters. Hearing this, Saadis’ cheek twitched, and he finally gritted his teeth, bowing slightly to Ye Tong, “Your Highness, I meant no offense. I only wish to inform the Blade of Slaughter as soon as possible. After all, Lord Anduia’s power is too great, and his arrangements may not be within our capacity to break.”
Seeing Saadis submit, Ye Tong huffed, ignoring the two demomics, and walked towards the opposite side of the chasm.
As she stepped onto the land, she suddenly grunted and collapsed to the ground.
The two demonic masters rushed to help Ye Tong, shocked.
Ye Tong’s face was pale, her eyes staring blankly upward, as if her soul had left. Maers and Saadis called out several times before she responded.
Her eyes focused, slowly taking in her surroundings, and finally, her gaze lingered on Maers and Saadis, her eyes gradually regaining their light.
“Your Highness, what happened?” Maers asked urgently. Even with their status, this was no small scare. They did not want the Countess of Monroe to be harmed right after dismissing the count.
Ye Tong slowly stood, saying, “Nothing, I lost too much blood opening the door. I’ll be fine after a short rest.”
The group crossed the chasm and set up camp. Ye Tong sat alone in her tent, hugging her knees, staring vacantly at the ground before her feet.
She had not told Maers the truth.
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