Jin An stood quietly in place, watching Kizaru and the others gradually disappear from view, until they vanished at the end of the battlefield.
The wind swept across his face, carrying a heavy smell of gunpowder and a chill.
His gaze slightly deepened, and as he turned, his clothes fluttered lightly, his figure gradually dissipating into the air like a wisp of green smoke.
"Now it's time to go see that Lord..." he murmured to himself, his voice low and tinged with a hint of amusement.
Immediately afterward, his figure completely disappeared into the void, leaving behind only a slight fluctuation of airflow.
In a state of concealment, Jin An moved swiftly through the high skies of Mary Geoise like a ghost.
He was as light as a swallow and as fast as lightning, each step landing without a sound, as if he had become one with the heavens and earth.
Looking down from above, the magnificent buildings of Pangaea Castle gradually came into view, with layers of palaces, ancient stone steps, and that heavy gate, exuding a sense of historical weight and mystery.
"Imu..." Jin An silently recited this name in his heart, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
He had already noticed some clues from the Five Elders' performance; their concerns were clearly focused on a certain place within the city, and the only one who could make these high-ranking officials feel fear was probably that mastermind hidden behind the scenes.
Jin An no longer hesitated, his figure slipped down like a faint shadow, quietly approaching the outskirts of Pangaea Castle.
Sneaking along the way, he could feel the changes in the surrounding atmosphere. The guards' defenses were extremely tight, and even the air was filled with a sense of murderous intent.
However, these were nothing to him. He slipped into the shadows like water, reducing his presence to a minimum, and went straight through one heavily guarded area after another.
"They've put so much effort into defense," he sneered inwardly, "It seems Imu really doesn't want to be disturbed."
As he went deeper, Jin An's vigilance continued to increase.
He could feel a deep and ancient pressure coming from the depths of Pangaea Castle, as if something was lurking in the darkness, exuding an unsettling power.
He quietly landed on a high platform, his eyes scanning the movements within the city as sharply as an eagle's.
"Even coming here again, Pangaea Castle is still so magnificent..."
At the end of his sight, a huge and ancient palace stood quietly, surrounded by layers of mist, looming indistinctly.
The aura emanating from the palace was deep and dangerous, like a sleeping beast waiting for anyone who dared to disturb it.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Jin An's mouth, "Well then, next let me see, what exactly are you hiding..."
He activated his movement technique again, approaching the palace silently.
As he approached, he could faintly hear whispers and echoes coming from inside, like some ancient language swirling in the air.
Jin An's heart stirred slightly, his pace slowed down, hiding in the shadows while listening carefully.
Those voices were faint, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, as if they were performing some kind of secret ritual.
"Looks like it's not simple..." He concentrated for a moment, his eyes becoming sharper, "However, I really like this kind of lively scene."
He held his breath for a moment, gathering his strength, ready to infiltrate the unknown depths at any time and uncover the many mysteries hidden behind that Lord and Pangaea Castle.
......
In the deep shadows, Imu's figure was almost one with the darkness.
She stood in front of a huge device, the machine was several meters high, covered with ancient inscriptions and strange pipes, and its core was constantly flashing with dazzling light, as if it contained unspeakable energy.
"Rumble..."
A low hum emanated from inside the machine, like a sleeping beast breathing, and the entire space trembled slightly due to its operation.
Imu's eyes never left the machine, her eyes were full of indifference and sternness, as if all this was just a part of her plan.
Her fingers lightly touched a control panel on the machine, the energy fluctuations changed accordingly, a flash of strong light passed by, projecting a strange glow, reflecting on her pale face.
Her eyes were as calm as stagnant water, without any emotional fluctuations, as if this machine snatched from the Lunarians was just an ordinary tool.
"This era will eventually end... Whether it is those ambitious careerists or self-proclaimed righteous hypocrites, none can escape the arrangement of fate."
Imu's voice was as low as a whisper, echoing in the darkness.
She slowly raised a hand, as if controlling some supreme power.
With her movements, the energy flow inside the machine became faster and faster, and the mechanical humming gradually became high-pitched, like a volcano about to erupt.
Behind her, several pipelines seemed to run through the entire Pangaea Castle, continuously transporting this unknown energy to every corner.
Even in the shadows, Imu's figure appeared particularly lonely and cold, and the innate majesty was daunting.
She stood there, like a creator weaving the threads of fate, overlooking those small and useless existences in her eyes.
Suddenly, her ears twitched slightly, and her brows furrowed slightly, as if she had noticed a strange aura.
Imu's eyes turned to one side, there was no figure flashing in the darkness, but her intuition was reminding her that some uninvited guest was approaching.
She snorted disdainfully and smiled coldly, "Stupid worms, do you think you can peep into the secret realm of God with some tricks?"
Her fingers flicked lightly, and a barrier-like light immediately appeared on the machine, enveloping her and the machine, isolating any perception from the outside world.
At the same time, her hand slowly reached towards her waist, and an ancient and mysterious item was taken out of her clothes. It was a crystal as black as ink, with dense runes engraved on it, faintly flashing with a weak light.
"If you dare to come, let me see, what can you do." Her voice was like ice, her tone full of endless contempt and coldness.
At this moment, Imu's unwavering eyes still stared at the machine, still indifferent.
But her fingers tightened slightly, as if she was holding not only the mysterious crystal, but the lifeline of the entire world.
As the humming of the machine became more and more violent, the energy emitted in the air became more and more intense, as if the fate of the entire Pangaea Castle was involved in this unknown vortex of conspiracy.
And at the other end of the darkness, a figure is quietly approaching...
