Chapter 637: Chapter 6: The White Whale’s Last Request

In an instant, a clear image was received in Lynch’s sea of consciousness: A warm nest hidden deep within the thick sea of clouds, surrounded and protected by rainbow-colored floating clouds.

Inside the nest, a small white whale, only the size of an ordinary house and covered with soft white hair, appeared extraordinarily tender and fragile, curling up weakly and making faint, anxious bird-like calls.

Its small horn was just a little bulge, appearing very fragile. The image conveyed a strong message: hunger, helplessness, and a deep dependence on and waiting for the mother.

“My… child…” A thought filled with sorrow and pleading was directly imprinted in Lynch’s consciousness, “newborn… powerless… waiting… to be fed… I beg of you…”

Lynch’s gray eyes moved slightly.

So that’s how it is.

This overwhelming resentment, this final obsession, was not merely because of its own being hunted, but stemmed more from the newborn, utterly incapable of self-preservation offspring it had just given birth to! A mother’s deepest concern and despair before her end!

Lynch remained silent for a moment, looking at the enormous spirit phantom in front of him filled with entreaty and sorrow. He was not a saint, but neither did he wish for this soul to persist here stubbornly, lest any unforeseen changes occur due to excessive resentment.

“I will go check.” Lynch responded with spiritual intent, his voice still calm but weighed with promise. “If it still exists, I will do my best.”

Sensing the consent in Lynch’s intent, the massive whale soul trembled fiercely! That intense sorrow seemed to be instantly washed over by immense relief and gratitude! It was as if light brightened in its giant soul’s eyes.

Immediately after, it transmitted to Lynch an even more intense and complex spiritual power. This time, the spiritual power wasn’t an image but swiftly sketched and coalesced within Lynch’s sea of consciousness, eventually forming a… clear and mysterious blueprint!

The blueprint was composed of pure spiritual power, radiating a faint aura. It depicted complex astronomical trajectories, the unique relative positions of several floating islands, and a path of energy leading to some unknown location, only visible under specific star alignments.

At the core of the blueprint was a mark surrounded by layers of strange runes, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.

“This… this is…”

Discovering the blueprint that had been transmitted into the spiritual power, Lynch couldn’t help but be stunned.

The blueprint seemed to record the coordinates of the white whale’s nest?

Lynch wanted to ask more, however, after transmitting this blueprint, the enormous spirit phantom of the white whale seemed to have exhausted its last strength.

It gave Lynch a final, deep, grateful “look,” as its massive spiritual body began to grow transparent and thin, like mist in the morning, with pure spiritual lights drifting away from its body, merging into this sky world it once roamed.

Within a few breaths, that sorrowful and great soul thoroughly dissipated, returned to nothingness.

Lynch frowned.

“Lynch?”

At this moment, a cool voice tinged with a hint of concern came from behind.

Kong’s silhouette appeared silently next to him, her silver eyes sweeping over the quickly decomposing giant whale carcass below, then focusing on Lynch. “There just now erupted an incredibly powerful spiritual fluctuation filled with resentment and sorrow… was it the soul of that white whale?”

Lynch slowly nodded, his gray eyes restoring their usual depth: “Yes. It was unwilling to fall, additionally concerned about its newborn offspring.”

“Offspring?” A gleam momentarily flashed in Kong’s eyes.

The offspring of a World Species, immensely valuable.

Lynch pondered briefly, ultimately choosing to share this peculiar encounter. With a slight thought, a virtual image of the intricate and complex blueprint, constructed from pure spiritual power, projected between the two of them—just the final gift from the whale’s soul.

“Before it dissipated, it gave me this.” Lynch’s voice was calm and unwavering, “It seems to be the coordinates of its nest?”

Kong’s silver eyes quickly scanned the blueprint, her tone carrying certainty: “This coordinate… points to the edge of the core area of the ’Flowing Cloud Vortex.’”

She pointed to the unique arrangement of several floating islands on the blueprint, “The Flowing Cloud Vortex is one of the famous perilous places in the Sky World, located near our route to Fran’s core spaceport. It is filled with turbulent temporal energy flows, powerful indigenous atmospheric biological communities, and… some natural traps formed by energy anomalies.”

Her gaze swept over Lynch: “The danger level is assessed at mid to upper Third Tier. Ordinary Domain Wizards venturing alone face a considerable risk of perishing.”

Lynch’s brow raised slightly: “Mid to upper Third Tier… specifically?”

“It means there might dwell native creatures with strength close to or even reaching the peak of the Domain, or there exist spatial rifts and energy tides that could threaten a Domain Wizard’s essence.” Kong explained.

“However,”

At this, she changed her tone, looking at Lynch, her silver eyes flashing with rational light: “Given the strength of the two of us, especially with you mastering the Space Domain, if we explore together, as long as we are cautious not to rashly enter the core vortex eye, the probability of returning unscathed or even achieving gains is quite high. Moreover, this blueprint seems to indicate pathways to avoid some of the dangerous areas.”

She paused for a moment, then asked: “What do you think? If we are to find that youngling and investigate what this blueprint points to, the Flowing Cloud Vortex is a place we must pass through, and we happen to be on the way.”

It was evident that Kong’s emotion was enthusiastic, clearly showing interest in exploration as well.

Lynch’s gaze once again rested on the suspended spiritual blueprint, the core ancient runes exuding an enticing allure.

A living, tamable young unicorn whale, its value beyond words, sufficient to intrigue any Wizard Organization.

After a short deliberation, Lynch made a decision.

His gray eyes gleamed with calm and inquisitive light: “Since it’s on the way, let’s go and have a look.”

“Okay.” Kong replied succinctly, waving her hand to disperse the spirit projection, “I will notify the captain to adjust the course to approach the periphery of the Flowing Cloud Vortex. Once we arrive, we will explore off the aircraft.”

The two reached a consensus, their figures flashed, returning to the steadily sailing “Cloud Whale.”

The flying aircraft set off again, bypassing the still noisy Whale Fall Land, accelerating towards its designated direction.

Lynch stood by the porthole, casting one last look at the colossal skeleton gradually swallowed by clouds and myriad tiny creatures.

Once mighty as a Third Tier World Species, in this vast, boundless Sky World, it was nothing more than a fleeting meteor, quickly becoming nourishment for all things after its fall.

The red-haired domain of the Kong hunting party, with the coldness and efficiency it displayed when hunting it, clearly highlighted that even in this seemingly splendid sky, the ruthless law of the jungle still reigned unabated.

A touch of cold alertness, like the thin and pure air outside the window, quietly seeped into Lynch’s heart. The excitement and arrogance brought about by stabilizing the Domain and mastering the Jade Land, “flipping clouds with one hand, overturning rain with the other,” silently dissipated at this moment.

He once again realized clearly: The Wizard World is far more vast, profound, and dangerous than he ever imagined.

In this vast cosmos that has nurtured countless miracles and terrors, even the Third Tier Domain is by no means the pinnacle; even the term “powerful” needs to be reevaluated. The road ahead, whether it be the Flowing Cloud Vortex exploration or the encounters in the Land of Fran, is full of unknown challenges.

The flying aircraft cut through the sea of clouds, casting the tragic Whale Fall far behind, heading towards that Flowing Cloud Vortex, which hides the cries of younglings and ancient secrets. Lynch’s gaze became increasingly serene and profound, and the faith to climb to the pinnacle of the Rules remained unshaken, only deepening his profound respect for the vast world.

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