Is that a Wisp? Chapter 1148 – Silly Wisp, Get Rekt

“Everyone here has a Spiritual Incarnation…” Krune muttered, clearly able to feel their strengths that had long since exceeded the levels of the usual Nascent God Realm cultivators. It was apparent with a single glance that they were all users of Spiritual Incarnations. 

“What actually is this place?” he asked. 

“This is an artificial city created just to act as a stop for those preparing to enter the infant supercontinent,” Lady Strombisu replied. 

“There are a group of Primal God Realm cultivators here that open up the entrance into the place once every year.”

“Why are they doing that?” Krune felt confused. “Won’t they have to expend a lot of their power to do this every year?”

“Yes, opening an entrance is definitely a daunting process.” She nodded, “However, the rewards are worth the effort. The council here would take 10 percent of whatever you bring out. Thanks to this, the Primal Gods are actually making a profit.”

She then whispered, transmitting the contents to him through Divine Sense, “So, if you find any good treasures, hide them within the Triple Beast Ring. When they ask you to show it, only bring out the tiger. This way, you won’t have to part with anything of value. Others can’t do this since they’re incapable of hiding any secrets from a Primal God. However, since the Triple Beast Ring is something I created, they would be fooled.” 

“Alright, just follow me for now. Don’t speak a word. I’ll make you my representative, so that’ll save you a lot of hassle,” Lady Strombisu said, snapping her finger upon seeing Krune nod. Immediately, they appeared on a paved altar, noticing twelve pillars surrounding it. 

Seated on each was an ethereal being, their figures a cluster of laws that caused cultivators a headache to even look at. So, everyone that arrived here would only look at the foot of the pillars and not gaze at the entities seated atop. 

The moment they appeared at the place, one of the Primal Gods spoke, “Strombisu, you’ve brought in another child?”

“You should give up.”

“Don’t send such talents to their deaths.”

“Just stop this vain pursuit. The treasures you seek are too hard to bring for anyone below an immortal.”

“I have confidence in this child here,” Lady Strombisu said, pointing at Krune. “If even he fails, then I’ll give up.”

“Suit yourself then,” One of the Primal Gods said before looking at Krune. “Child, are you willing to brave the risks necessary to bring the treasures Strombisu had asked?”

“Of course.” Krune nodded as if it was a matter of fact. 

“Alright, we’ll send you first then. We have just opened a portal a month ago.” The Primal God looked at Strombisu, nodding. “Since she’s in a hurry, waiting for next year is not an option.”

After a round of discussions, one of the Primal Gods told Krune, “Transporting you will be fine, but since you’re a demon beast, you should return to your natural form. Otherwise, there might be some problems while transporting you in this way.”

“Sure.” Krune nodded casually, returning to his wisp form when there were bouts of exclaim from the Primal Gods.

However, their shouts were so minuscule that Krune didn’t even notice any reaction or hear anything. Of course, as a fellow Primal God, Lady Strombisu heard them.

“A True Spirit.”

“How did she manage to find one?”

“But, this True Spirit seems to have suffered some injuries. Maybe that’s the reason why she’s able to bring him to help her.”

‘A True Spirit,’ Lady Strombisu thought, silently observing Krune. ‘To think he was from such a legendary race.’

Immediately, she became more confident of Krune being able to bring out the treasures she sought. 

A minute later, all the Primal Gods finished gathering their power, blasting it onto Krune before causing him to vanish. On the mist walls spanning beyond the city, there was a tiny hole that formed for an instant before recovering. 

Krune watched himself fly through a mystical space that was covered by mist. But suddenly, he was alarmed when he noticed a familiar existence flashing near him, shouting in response, “L-Little Cally?”

“Hahaha! Did you miss me? It is I, your favorite Little Cally.” Little Cally’s voice resounded. “I couldn’t influence you like before since a fragment of me became a part of your Spiritual Incarnation.”

“But no worries, I found the perfect opportunity to screw you over now.” Little Cally laughed jovially, feeling like it was at peace upon seeing Krune’s expression of worry as if he had consumed a pile of horse shit. 

“I was working on…some stuff in this infant supercontinent. After all, I knew all along that you would eventually arrive here to heal your defects.” Little Cally’s voice slowly vanished as it left a few parting words. “Well…have fun, Krune!”

“Screw you!” Krune screamed as he suddenly noticed the power that was transmitting him into the infant supercontinent vanish before he was sent flying in a completely different direction. 

Moreover, since he was currently in his Wisp form, a mysterious power enveloped him, suddenly causing his ethereal form to retreat into his Wisp Core before he was sent hurling through the mist. 

Krune watched the mist clear up before he was enamored by the scene. 

There, huge landmasses were covered by swirling colors as they jammed, twisted, and turned into each other, creating and destroying countless new landscapes. The remainder of the space was a void of sorts where nothing existed. 

At times, the laws at a place would concentrate before flaring up, destroying anything in place. 

Among them, the mysterious energy wrapping around him caused him to fly towards a massive floating island that resembled a tiny continent. It seemed to have stabilized to a certain extent, and hence only its edges changed substances.

The core of the place was pretty stable, with the occasional energy waves. 

Situated in its center was a large mural, one inscribed with countless images. Though, upon seeing them, Krune scowled, for all the scenes inscribed on it were his memories. “Damn you!”

Before he knew it, his Wisp Core slammed into the mural, being embedded into the eye of the structure, gently shining a mysterious light onto the surroundings. 

A couple of seconds later, countless humanoid creatures rushed out and prostrated before the mural, praying with a zealous expression. The tone of reverence was evident in their emotions, with their eyes welling up with tears of joy, gratitude, and devotion.

“Silly wisp, get fucked!”