Chapter 270: Golden Three-Headed Dragon
It was only at this moment that Leon finally realized the Crystal Balance was far more powerful than he had ever imagined.
Leon even suspected that the true power of the Crystal Balance was on par with an Essence Relic.
Yes, to Leon, the Crystal Balance was just that formidable. To call it a set of Essence Relics, or even a fully realized Heaven-tier magical artifact, was hardly an exaggeration.
Unbelievable...
Following the manipulation method he'd learned earlier, Leon guided the Crystal Balance, and this stretch of the Plane Path surged into the void with almost no resistance.
At the same time, the space around him began to twist violently...
Then, the distorted space started to combine in a complex pattern. The whole process lasted about five seconds. Suddenly, Leon felt a weight lift from his body—the bizarre magical force that had been assaulting him in the endless void vanished in an instant, as if everything before had been nothing but a hallucination.
Of course, Leon knew he couldn't possibly be hallucinating.
He came from the apocalypse thirty thousand years in the future. His senses for magical changes and fluctuations were razor sharp. The only reason he could no longer feel the strange magical invasion was because, under the Crystal Balance’s control, the Plane Path’s space had been completely warped. All the bizarre magical forces were cut off by the twisted space, leaving him untouched.
You have to remember, this is the Apocalypse Plane...
The level of power here far surpasses anyone’s imagination. Even though something seems to have gone wrong with the Apocalypse Plane—leaving it as dead as dust—it’s still a place where the magical forces are leagues above Northend. Even a remnant of magic here could kill a Title Archmage with ease. Yet, under the Crystal Balance’s control, the Plane Path completely blocked out the Apocalypse Plane’s magical assault.
Just this alone is something no ordinary Soulbound Relic or even an Essence Relic could ever achieve...
"But the Crystal Balance is supposed to be just a Soulbound Relic set. Even combined, it should only be at the Essence Relic level..." Leon had firsthand experience with the Crystal Balance’s power, making him the most qualified to judge it.
In his previous fierce battle against Fran, who wielded the Crystal Balance, Leon had relied on his upper-tier Flame Spirit to snatch victory. Later, he used the Mana Array to suppress the Crystal Balance’s avatar. Each time, the power he felt was only at the Essence Relic level...
It was nothing like the terror he was feeling now...
Could it be that the Crystal Balance is special—only when combined with the Plane Path does it unleash this terrifying power?
Thinking about it, that actually makes sense...
The Crystal Balance only seemed to reveal its true might after he stepped onto the Plane Path...
But then again, that doesn’t quite add up. Who would create such a bizarre magical artifact?
What was the purpose behind it all...?
While Leon was lost in thought, the Plane Path drifted slowly through the endless void...
The Plane Path, only a few dozen meters across, floated through the void like a drifting meteor—slow and steady. But Leon, who truly understood what was happening, knew that the Plane Path’s speed, though steady, was anything but slow...
It looked as if it was just drifting there, barely covering a kilometer a minute. In reality, the Plane Path moved by warping and folding space—covering thousands of miles in a heartbeat.
Endless void. Endless darkness...
The entire Apocalypse Plane was utterly dead. Standing there, Leon couldn’t sense a trace of life—not even time or space seemed to flow. In this dead plane, the Plane Path Leon guided was the only place where any hint of vitality remained.
No light. No sound. Just a silence as absolute as death...
At first, the Plane Path was full of life. Salomon was endlessly curious, asking questions about everything. William Merlin kept seeking advice, hoping Leon would teach him a higher-level Meditation Codex. As for the Dragonblood Orc, he spent the whole journey complaining—grumbling about Leon dragging him into such a dangerous adventure.
Sylas West and Fran didn’t say much, but along the way, they couldn’t help showing looks of curiosity, taking in this strange new world...
Yet...
Hour after hour slipped by, and everyone grew quieter. No matter where you looked, it was endless darkness—no light, no sound. The boundless solitude weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts...
Restlessness crept in. Salomon paced around, William Merlin threw himself into studying the Crimson Heart, Hubert was almost in tears, and Fran got into a fierce argument with Sylas West—a fight that ended with a slap from Sylas.
But Leon seemed oblivious to it all. Whether it was Salomon’s pacing, William Merlin’s frantic research, or Sylas and Fran’s heated quarrel, none of it existed in Leon’s eyes. From start to finish, he stood there in absolute stillness—like a stone statue.
The journey felt endless...
After who knows how long, the restless group gradually quieted down again...
But this time, the silence felt numb. No one spoke a word. Everyone just lay there, eyes vacant and unfocused, staring into the endless void.
Traveling through the infinite void, the worst part was the nearly eternal loneliness...
Everything was monotonous and repetitive. Whenever you opened your eyes, all you saw was the same unchanging darkness—nothing else. No end in sight, no boundaries. Time and space lost all meaning in this journey; even a single second stretched out like a year. This torment could drive anyone without iron will instantly mad.
Everyone here, even Hubert—the lowest ranked among them—had exceptional willpower. Few could compare. Yet now, their eyes were glazed and vacant, teetering on the edge of collapse...
It looked like no one had spoken a word, but this silent muteness was the most dangerous of all.
Maybe, in the next moment, someone would scream—and then descend into madness...
Yet...
Leon still didn’t say a word, standing there like a stone statue, as if none of it concerned him...
Hour after hour passed, and everyone’s gaze grew even more vacant. Hubert, the weakest among them, was showing signs of dilated pupils...
"Look out, there’s something ahead!" At that moment, Leon—who’d been like a statue—suddenly spoke.
Leon’s voice was soft—if you weren’t listening closely, you’d barely catch what he said.
But in that instant, everyone stood up as one. Their dazed, vacant eyes cleared in a flash. The Dragonblood Orc was so eager he jumped to Leon’s side: "Something? What is it? Where?"
"We’re almost there." Leon didn’t turn around. One hand gripped the Crystal Balance staff, the other slipped into his pocket, clutching the Death Tome...
With magic infused, the Limit Spell engraved on the Death Tome was already activated. If anything happened, that ultimate spell would unleash terrifying power instantly.
This was Leon’s greatest trump card—his final fallback.
In the past, Leon rarely resorted to using the Death Tome early, because he knew that once his greatest trump card was played, if he fell behind, there’d be no chance for a comeback.
But now, Leon couldn’t afford to care about that anymore...
No one understood the Apocalypse Plane better than Leon. It was the most legendary plane in all of Northend’s long history, its stories and myths deeply ingrained in Leon’s heart.
For a place like this, you could never be too cautious.
"It’s here!" In the endless void, a glimmer of light finally appeared...
Then, that glimmer expanded at a staggering speed in everyone’s eyes.
Only now did everyone realize just how fast the Plane Path was moving through the void—covering thousands of miles in an instant. What was once a pinprick of light became a dazzling golden mountain in just three seconds...
Then, they finally saw it clearly...
It was a creature gleaming with golden light, as if forged from pure gold. From afar, its countless brilliant scales looked like something out of a dream—savage heads, razor claws, radiating raw power and wildness...
Most terrifying of all, it had three heads!
"Oh my god..." Salomon and Sylas West both gasped in unison...
It was a golden dragon!
A Golden Three-Headed Dragon!
Among the Five-Colored Dragons, the golden dragon was the noblest and most powerful of all...
A golden dragon meant limitless power, absolute status. Even in the distant Naiser Dynasty, golden dragons were born rulers. Unlike green dragons, who commanded the powers of nature, or silver dragons, masters of magical knowledge, golden dragons possessed nothing but pure strength—enough to tear the sky and shatter the earth!
And this golden dragon had three heads!