Chapter 135: Mythology

Meanwhile, an overwhelming aura burst forth from the valley, surging towards them at an astonishing speed in Vilyric’s awareness. Among them, one presence stood out—it seemed to eclipse the sum of all the others.

This feeling… surpassing… no, could it be a Pseudo-God?

Vilyric felt incredulous; hidden in the core of the Moonshadow Clan was a Pseudo-God who just casually ran out?

Could it be a mythical being left over from the age of the Demon God, like that little butterfly called Tiyelu who claimed to be the manager of the sacred land?

While she wasn’t entirely sure of Tiyelu’s actual level of power, her adept control over soul energy indicated that she was certainly no ordinary character.

If there truly was a being stronger than a Pseudo-God within the Moonshadow Clan, human aspirations to occupy the Mountains of Ten Thousand Demons would be nothing but a joke.

After all, judging by the strength displayed by the United Kingdom of Humans, apart from the High Spirit enshrined in the Hall of All Souls, there were practically no other beings that surpassed the Pseudo-God level. The former existed solely as a protective and trump card-like entity, clearly unable to act at will.

Much like the High Priestess Estira of the Sky City once was, this was the ultimate protective strength of a nation, bound by numerous conditions.

That was why Vilyric was particularly astonished that a Pseudo-God from the Moonshadow Clan could wander out so freely.

In short, they’d find out soon enough.

The arrival was swift; despite the rain pouring heavily, it didn’t hinder the approach of these true powerhouses. In the mere moments that it took for the white wolf silhouette to appear and vanish, several figures shot out from the Wolf Claw Peak gorge and approached Vilyric and the others.

Seeing the newcomers, the Moonshadow Magical Wolves led by Myra quickly scattered to make way.

“Greetings, Chief!”

“Mm.”

The person referred to as the Chief appeared to be a woman in her thirties, exuding a more mature and dignified presence than Aiste. She wore a luxurious robe resembling a mink coat and sported shoulder-length hair that was almost pure blue, with only a few gray strands at the ends. On her head sat a crown embedded with some kind of pitch-black gem.

She was undoubtedly the current leader of the Moonshadow Clan, Noviya’s mother, Wolf King Vanessa Moonshadow.

Aiste had introduced this clan leader to Vilyric earlier on their journey, and indeed her power was quite formidable. Her figure radiated a rich, maternal aura that prompted envy, though that wasn’t the main point.

If one assessed only by aura, she seemed to be at the pinnacle of legendary power—no weaker than Walter, the Guardian of the Southern Domain, and likely stronger than the Great Demon General Aiste.

In the realm of magical beasts, power was paramount, so it was only expected for someone with this level of strength to head the Moonshadow Magical Wolf Clan.

Three other figures accompanied Vanessa, all human-like or similar in appearance.

One was a tall man with dark blue short hair, sporting a minimal amount of gray just like Aiste—about a quarter of his hair’s color. He appeared to be in his thirties and stood silently, examining Vilyric and the others, particularly lingering on Noviya held in Aiste’s arms. His thoughts were difficult to glean from mere appearances.

Another was a graceful beauty with bright turquoise long hair. She wielded what seemed to be a weapon made from two curved blades, with long, pointed ears. Dressed in a unique combat skirt woven from green leaves, she resembled an elf depicted in stories Vilyric knew.

Yet, the Priestess knew for certain that she was not an elf; despite the striking resemblance, the Tree Spirit race was fundamentally different from the elusive elves of this world.

But how did a Tree Spirit find itself in the Moonshadow territory?

The Priestess tilted her head slightly, glancing at Tilysha, who also had a quarter Tree Spirit bloodline, and noted that she was curiously eyeing the turquoise-haired beauty.

Not wanting to say much more, Vilyric shifted her gaze to the last figure.

The first three, including the clan leader Wolf King Vanessa Moonshadow, were undeniably of legendary caliber, exceeding the threshold of mere legend, categorized in the lv40-lv50 range in the standards of the Fantasy World.

But this last figure was completely different.

Unlike the others adorned in eccentric outfits, this young man dressed in plain clothes, with short gray hair that fluttered slightly in the wind, was not only strikingly handsome—making one want to punch his face out of frustration—but his strength was absurdly off the charts.

The aura of a Pseudo-God Vilyric sensed earlier undoubtedly radiated from him.

Moreover, he was not merely an ordinary Pseudo-God; if anything, he resembled beings like the High Priestess Estira, reaching the pinnacle of Pseudo-God status—lv80 capped, just a step away from achieving full divinity.

In a sense, he had transcended the realm of Pseudo-Gods and could almost be deemed as a demigod—only half a step away from godhood.

Furthermore, as a fellow demigod, his control and concealment of aura surpassed that of Estira. Had Vilyric not recently mastered some uses of SP and sharpened her perception, she might have easily overlooked him.

His power… belonged entirely to him, applying at a completely different level. If he faced the previously overbearing Tira, who dazzled like a big light bulb wherever she went, the odds would probably lean at least 70-30 against her.

Who exactly is this guy?

Setting aside the ridiculous power, for some reason, he just standing there silently rubbed Vilyric the wrong way; she felt an urge to smack that invincible handsome face…

For example, while the other figures radiated their magic to withstand the torrential downpour like the Moonshadow Magical Wolves, this man standing in the back was different.

He was devoid of any visible glow, yet raindrops would unexplainably deflect away from him as they fell. Unlike Iriush’s noticeable force field, it seemed more like the water droplets were actively avoiding his body.

Though he appeared low-key, anyone with a discerning eye would immediately notice this standout figure.

So showy, way too showy.

Invisible flaunting is the deadliest.

As they exchanged glances, the apparent leader, Chief Vanessa, seemed rather indifferent to Vilyric and the others, only focusing on Aiste, who cradled the little Wolf Cub, with a look of relief.

“You’ve brought back Noviya. Well done.”

“Yes, Chief! I did not disgrace myself. This is thanks to everyone’s collective efforts, Lady Tiyelu, as well as Lady Vilyric and her companions’ help, and also, the little princess…”

As she spoke, the Mage Wolf gently held up the little Wolf Cub, now transformed into a silver-gray hue, completely different from when Vilyric first met it, carefully presenting it before Chief Vanessa.