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Chapter Three Hundred Ninety-Seven:
"Secret passage?"
Freya raised an eyebrow and walked over to Ron, looking at the seemingly bottomless tunnel.
A gust of cold wind blew from inside, indicating that the air was flowing well within.
"Yes," Ron nodded. "Although this secret passage is a bit roundabout, it's much safer than those things up ahead, and I've been through this passage many times without any issues."
"Alright then, you're the guide, so it's your call," Freya agreed.
The two had a world-class contract ensuring their safety, and generally, no one would dare to violate it.
Moreover, she wasn't particularly interested in knowing about the things Ron mentioned up ahead.
Freya had seen too many bizarre occurrences here.
If she guessed correctly, the Crimson Forest Trace must have once been an ancient battlefield; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many inexplicable phenomena.
In fact, Freya felt that the overlapping world of Crimson Forest Trace was on the edge of the Wizarding World, nearing a state of separation.
Upon hearing Freya's agreement, Ron stepped into the tunnel first.
Freya quickly followed suit.
As soon as they entered the tunnel, the square cover automatically closed behind them, plunging the passage into darkness.
"Bang!"
A crisp sound echoed as a burst of orange-yellow flames was summoned by Freya.
The orange-yellow light illuminated the surroundings as the two of them descended the stone steps, spiraling downward.
After walking for five or six minutes, the stone steps disappeared, and they arrived at a massive cavern.
Stalactites hung from the ceiling, while a wide underground river flowed beside them.
The river produced a gentle gurgling sound, and within it, there were faintly glowing alien creatures.
Freya gazed into the distance along the river, feeling a cold wind blowing through the dark cavern. It didn't seem to be a straight path, and she wondered how Ron had discovered this place.
As they walked, Ron suddenly spoke up.
"Extinguish the flames. There are occasionally creatures in this river that attack people, and try to keep quiet."
Without a word, Freya casually waved her hand, and the flames in front of them were instantly extinguished.
With her King Cobra-like eyes, she possessed night vision abilities; summoning flames was simply an adjustment for her.
As the flames went out, the only sounds in the cavern were their soft footsteps and the flowing water of the river nearby.
Since entering this cavern, Freya had felt a peculiar sensation, as if something deep within was softly calling out to her.
This sensation is very mysterious, as if it originates from deep within her, urging her to seek something.
Freya knows that this is a result of her Royal Serpent Bloodline.
She had felt this sensation before entering the Crimson Forest Trace, but it had always been vague and unnoticeable.
Now, however, it is becoming increasingly clear.
'It must be because I am getting closer,' Freya thought calmly.
In the memories of her inheritance, the appearance of the King Cobra has occurred many times, but each time there has only been one.
The King Cobra is not a creature that evolved naturally; it embodies the World Rule. The Bloodline of the King Cobra contains the truths of the Wizarding World.
Although Freya's essence is not that of a true King Cobra, as a bearer of the inheritance, as long as she possesses the King Cobra's Bloodline, the World Rule will thrive within her.
However, this phenomenon can only be manifested by wizards who have condensed their Second Form in the memories of inheritance.
Throughout history, there have been many bearers of the King Cobra Legacy, but most have only reached the first form and stopped there, with the specific reasons remaining unclear.
There are indeed Ancient Wizards who have condensed their Second Form and reached the true level of kings, but there are no records of this in the inheritance, so Freya has never known about it.
Nonetheless, her purpose for coming here is to seek answers.
Otherwise, merely achieving the first form would be too lowly.
Although it was difficult for most wizards to reach, it was too lowly for Freya.
The end of the Winds of Oblivion in the Blood Eagle Territory only reached the level of a Dawn Wizard. If she did not find an answer this time, she might give up on the Blood Eagle Territory and choose to traverse through various worlds in search of the power that would allow her to realize her ideals.
In her calm thoughts, a hint of determination flickered in Freya's eyes.
The two had been walking in the cave for a long time. According to the Crystal Clock in her pouch, it was now eight o'clock in the evening.
The underground river beside them grew wider, until the path they walked on was only about two meters wide.
After walking for a while longer, they stopped in front of a stone wall covered with indentations, deciding to rest there for the night.
At that moment, large dark shadows occasionally surged from the dark river, with spiny dorsal fins breaking the surface as they slowly swam away.
After setting up the tent, Freya quietly walked to the riverbank and looked down.
Those shadows seemed to be black eel-like creatures, their eyes glowing with a faint White Light halo, resembling two white lanterns at the bottom of the river.
In Freya's perception, these creatures carried a hint of ancient Bloodline Aura, as if they were species left over from ancient times.
After staying by the river for a while, Freya noticed a straggling black eel that was relatively smaller. Suddenly, she reached out her hand.
Splash—
The sound of water splashing came, but it quickly returned to calm.
Freya walked back to the tent holding a half-meter-long eel in one hand.
She used a dagger to simply remove the scales and entrails, then sliced it into thin pieces and placed them on a white porcelain plate.
After sprinkling some seasoning, she picked up a piece with a fork; it had a spicy flavor and the meat was very chewy.
At that moment, Ron was nestled in a concave stone wall, holding his two long swords, seemingly resting.
Freya glanced at the silent guide, finished her meal quickly, and entered the tent, waiting for the phenomenon brought about by the overlapping of worlds.
She didn't know if Ron was experiencing the same thing as her, but ever since they left that wilderness, entering that strange world every night had become routine for Freya.
However, as time passed, the feeling of world overlap had not appeared at all.
Inside the tent, Freya suddenly opened her eyes wide and frowned slightly.
The familiar top of the tent was above her, and outside she could hear the sound of flowing water without any signs of abnormality.
"Hmm? What's going on?" she furrowed her brow.
The entire Crimson Forest Trace had already been confirmed by Freya to be affected by world overlap, but now...
After thinking for a moment, she got up and walked out of the tent.
The darkness of the cave was not much different from the white outside. Freya sensed her surroundings slightly; it seemed there was nothing else besides the creatures in the river.
After a moment of contemplation, she took out some golden powder from her waist pouch and held it in her hand, then murmured a spell.
The powder quickly slipped through her fingers, as if being lifted by something, and flew in all directions.
Freya then slightly closed her eyes. With the aid of the dust, her spiritual perception became incredibly vivid, as if nothing could escape her gaze.
After standing still for a while, she suddenly opened her eyes. A faint golden halo flickered in her deep blue pupils.
Freya glanced to her left and right before walking towards a hidden corner of the cave, where she kicked forcefully with her foot.
Bang!
A dull sound echoed as a large spiderweb crack appeared on the stone wall.
Seeing the spiderweb cracks, Freya frowned slightly.
"This level of sturdiness is indeed problematic."
Although she hadn't used all her strength, the result shouldn't have been so simple.
After a pause, she pulled out a Black Dagger from her waist and flicked it with her hand.
Ding!
A circle of transparent ripples spread around the dagger, and then Freya plunged the dagger forcefully into the stone wall and suddenly yanked it back.
A hissing sound echoed as large chunks of stone fell away, creating a half-meter-long crack in the rock wall. To her surprise, a faint red mark appeared within the crack.
The mark resembled flowing red magma, yet it emitted no heat whatsoever.
Looking at the exposed red mark, Freya paused slightly, sensing a familiar Bloodline Aura emanating from it.
"What is this?"
She reached out to touch the red mark.
Suddenly, her golden hair inexplicably transformed into a deep green color, and her lower body subtly shifted into its first form.
This bizarre phenomenon caused Freya's expression to grow serious.
She attempted to scrape off a bit of the red powder with her dagger and placed it in her hand.
Strangely, the powder slowly began to merge into Freya's palm without any rejection from her body.
Seeing this, Freya's expression changed slightly as she gazed in shock at the red mark within the crack.
"Same source Bloodline, King Cobra?"
Suddenly, she recalled the vision she had seen earlier in the void. The two massive Black Mountains were coiled with long, slender red marks at their peaks.
The red marks radiated outward as if extending to a certain place.
"Or could those two massive mountain ranges be the body of the King Cobra?"
Freya slightly raised her head to look at the nearby hard stone wall, trying to find something.
However, apart from the red marks inside, there was nothing special about the cave's stone walls.
After a pause, she picked up a stone that had fallen to the ground. She gently squeezed it.
With a crack, the stone split in half, revealing patterns inside.
Seeing the patterns, a faint green glow flickered in Freya's eyes.
"Indeed, over the course of time, a powerful body eventually turns into something akin to a fossil, but its Bloodline remains, forming this natural phenomenon. No wonder it's called the Crimson Forest Trace. The end of these red marks is probably the final resting place of the King Cobra."
She discarded the stone in her hand and gazed deeper into the cave.
Moreover, due to the influence of these Bloodlines, signs of overlapping worlds did not appear here.
Suddenly, a faint sound echoed beside her; Ron had arrived behind Freya without her noticing.
He sheathed his two long swords back at his waist and glanced at the exposed red marks nearby.
"It seems you no longer need me, right?"
"Well, more or less."
Freya turned around, her lower body slowly twisting until it completely transformed into the form of a serpent.
Feeling the powerful Bloodline Aura emanating from Freya, Ron raised his head and looked her up and down, the two points of red light in his helmet flickering slightly.
"Is this your true form? Quite beautiful. In that case, I'll be on my way since you've already determined the path ahead."
Without a word, Freya simply nodded silently.
He was right; after fully transforming into her true form, the sensation that had been in her heart became increasingly clear. This sensation, along with the Bloodline red mark left by the King Cobra, would guide her direction.
With Freya's confirmation, suddenly, a piece of translucent parchment that looked ancient began to materialize in the air between them.
The parchment was covered in dense text, and at the end was a Goat Mark and a Crossed Sword Emblem.
With a 'crack,' the parchment slowly shattered.
Freya felt as if something had vanished from her body; she knew this was the completion of the World Contract.
Seeing the parchment dissipate, Ron turned around without looking back and walked away in the original direction.
Watching his figure completely disappear into the darkness, Freya paused for a moment before turning her body and swimming in the opposite direction.
Two weeks later.
Under the deep blue sky.
The deep green grassland is dotted with large circular ponds.
Strange-looking giant creatures occasionally walk by the edges of the ponds, while some birds swiftly dart overhead.
A gentle breeze sweeps through the area, carrying a hint of freshness.
Among these numerous ponds, faint red veins can be seen hidden beneath the ground.
These veins intertwine and cross each other.
In the distance of this wetland, a massive mountain range surrounds the area, forming a concave valley shape.
"Hiss"
With a subtle sound, Freya's figure slowly appears in this valley wetland.
Her green hair dances in the wind, and her green eyes narrow slightly.
Through the breeze here, she seems to catch a faint whiff of seawater's salty scent.
The memories of the King Cobra Legacy gradually overlapped with this land.
Freya's gaze swept across the vibrant landscape, then turned towards the distant, seemingly folded Black Mountains.
"Is this Stardust Prairie? So little remains?"
This was the body of the King Cobra, and the significance of the Forest King allowed it to return here in its final moments, building a mountain with its body to continue guarding this land.
The red veins beneath her seemed to tremble slightly at Freya's arrival, like the Heart of the King Cobra.
"Now that I've found this place, I hope it won't disappoint me."
As she softly murmured to herself, Freya swam into a nearby pond. The eyes of the King Cobra allowed her to clearly see the massive Blood Cocoon entwined within those veins.
After a moment's pause, she jumped into the pond with a splash.
The water splashed in ripples before returning to calmness.
The green water parted under Freya's control as her serpent tail propelled her body toward the bottom of the pond. (To be continued.)
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