The New Era Arrives: Giant World

Chapter 213 Fierce Battle Against the Mysterious Overlord

The Queen's sister, accompanied by a strange, insulated clone, quietly arrived at a desolate, ruin-like land. This land appeared lifeless, as if forgotten by time. However, hidden here was an ancient and powerful force—the Power of Trash.

The Queen's sister and her bizarre, insulated clone used their unique abilities to gather the scattered debris across the land, bit by bit. As if drawn by some gravitational force, this debris gathered together, forming a dazzling ball of energy. As the debris continued to accumulate, the energy ball grew larger and larger, eventually condensing into a massive crystal.

The Queen's sister carefully picked up the crystal, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She knew this was the key to the source of Fe. She gently stroked the crystal's surface, feeling the powerful energy contained within. Then, she placed the crystal on the ground before her, and with a gentle push, it slowly sank into the ground and disappeared.

Immediately afterward, an ancient-looking portal appeared before them, emanating an ancient aura. Without hesitation, the Queen and her uncanny clone stepped through the portal, instantly vanishing from their original positions. After passing through the portal, they found themselves in complete darkness, but could vaguely make out an ancient palace ahead.

The palace looked very old, its walls bearing the marks of time. Yet, despite this, it still exuded an aura of majesty and solemnity. The Queen's sister and her eerie, insulated alter ego entered the palace, carefully observing its exterior. She noticed two indistinct characters carved above the palace: "Fei Palace."

These two simple words, like a magical incantation, instantly ignited the burning curiosity within the Queen's sister and the eerie, immune clone. At this moment, the Queen's sister and the eerie, immune clone were consumed by a strong desire to uncover the unknown secrets hidden behind this palace, and what intricate connections it had with the being named Fei.

The Queen's sister took a deep breath, as if drawing all her courage into her chest, then resolutely lifted her foot and stepped over the high threshold into the ancient and historic Fe Palace. Upon entering the palace, an indescribable, ancient aura washed over them like a tidal wave, enveloping them both. The Queen's sister and her mysterious, immune clone dared not be careless in the slightest, each step taken with extreme caution, as if the slightest misstep would trigger a deadly trap.

Just then, a melodious and beautiful sound suddenly reached their ears. The music was like celestial music, ethereal and otherworldly, as if it had traveled from another distant world. The two unconsciously followed the sound and soon arrived at a tightly closed door. Strangely, however, the door was not completely closed; it was slightly ajar, revealing a faint and soft light.

After a moment's hesitation, the Queen's sister gently pushed open the door. In an instant, the sight before them left them speechless with astonishment—on a magnificent, resplendent throne sat a blurry figure. The dim light made it impossible to discern its true face.

As the two were still in shock, a deep and magnetic voice slowly rang out: "Welcome to the Fei Palace." This voice seemed to carry an invisible pressure, inspiring awe in both of them. Then, the figure seated on the throne continued, "I am the master of this place."

Upon hearing this, the Queen's sister and the eerie, insulated clone's gazes met instantly, like two bolts of lightning. In that instant, it seemed as if a silent message was rapidly transmitted between them. Deep within their eyes, a look of intense vigilance flashed, like two cheetahs sensing impending danger.

The Queen's sister took a deep breath, trying to calm her wildly beating heart. She slightly raised her chin and asked in as composed a tone as possible, "Who are you? Why are you here?" As soon as she finished speaking, a cold laugh echoed throughout the hall.

The figure, hidden in the darkness, let out a cold snort, a sound as chilling as shattering ice. He coldly replied, "Hmph! Ignorant creatures? I'll tell you then and there. I am the undisputed absolute ruler of this magnificent palace, controlling all life and death, rise and fall, glory and disgrace here! Moreover, I am the source of that incomparably powerful, terrifying force!"

"The source of the power of garbage?" The Queen's sister was suddenly jolted. This name was not unfamiliar to her. She had once stumbled upon fragments about the power of garbage in ancient texts. It was said to be a very ancient power, possessing the ability to destroy the world and overturn the balance of the entire world. Thinking of this, the Queen's sister couldn't help but gasp.

At this moment, the mysterious figure slowly rose from the throne, a symbol of supreme power. With his movement, the surrounding air seemed to thicken, and an invisible pressure spread outwards like a tide. Gradually, his figure became clearer in the dim light.

The Queen's sister and her eerie, insulated clone stared wide-eyed, finally seeing the person before them clearly. He wore a magnificent robe woven from gold and silver threads, its sleeves billowing in the wind like flowing clouds and waterfalls; a golden mask inlaid with dazzling gems completely concealed his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with a cold light, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts; he exuded an unparalleled aura of majesty.