Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory

Chapter 1155: The Blade Remembers

Ethan’s heart tightened. He moved instinctively, ready to jump in—

But a wave of power rippled off Lily.

It didn’t hurt him, yet it still slammed into him hard enough to shove him back several steps.

Ethan dug his heels in and looked up.

Lily was already standing in the center of the blood-red glare. Those gemstone forces—strong enough to crush space itself—reached her and stopped cold, blocked by a thin layer of ghost-blue Infernal Primordial Power.

Then Lily released an aura Ethan had never felt before.

It poured straight through the finger she’d planted on the Titan Turtle’s forehead... and surged into its body.

The Titan Turtle’s massive frame jerked violently. Every blood-red gemstone on its neck lost stability at once, their light flickering like it was about to blow.

Boom!

The shell on its back exploded from the inside.

That heavy armor was shredded into pulp by Infernal Primordial Power. Huge chunks blasted outward—only to be caught by the collapsing darkness currents and ground into dust.

The Titan Turtle let out a tortured hiss. Its snake-tail whipped toward Lily—

And froze halfway, pinned in place by ghost-blue force.

Ethan hadn’t even fully processed what he was seeing when Lily flicked her hand.

Every blood-red gemstone embedded around the Titan Turtle’s neck was forcibly ripped free.

One by one, they tore out of flesh, carrying dense world-force as they floated up into the air.

The Titan Turtle’s aura plunged immediately. Its enormous body lost that suffocating pressure it had been radiating.

Lily glanced at the blood-red crystals like she was looking at a pile of junk.

"Didn’t expect this thing to have collected so much energy."

She raised a hand and shoved the entire cluster toward Ethan.

"These are trash to me," she said lazily. "Take them."

A rain of blood-red crystals dropped into Ethan’s arms.

The moment he caught them, a heavy pressure sank into his palms.

Each crystal contained terrifyingly vigorous energy, world-force circulating in slow cycles inside. Their value wasn’t just the raw power—it was the fact that each one held an independent world’s strength, compressed into solid form.

If he brought all of this back to Emerald Castle, Emerald Castle’s overall power would jump again.

Ethan’s breathing sped up.

He didn’t bother pretending to be polite with Lily. He immediately stored every blood-red gem away, one after another disappearing into his spatial reserves. The more he collected, the brighter the excitement burned in his eyes.

Across from him, the killing intent in Lily’s gaze spread fully.

She turned back to the Titan Turtle.

With its gemstones gone, the beast’s strength had crashed, but its body was still enormous. It tried to retreat behind what remained of its shell—

Lily reached out and grabbed the jagged edge of the ruined carapace.

In the next instant, ghost-blue Infernal Primordial Power erupted from her palm.

The Titan Turtle was ripped in half.

Flesh, shell, bone, and the serpent tail all snapped apart together. The heavy remains slammed into the ground, shaking the already-collapsing pocket world again and again. In the end, only its head was left, struggling in the wild darkness currents, eyes wide with raw fear.

Only now did it understand.

This "little girl" in front of it wasn’t something it could fight. Not even close.

"You can’t kill me!" the Titan Turtle cried.

There was no majesty left in its voice—only panic.

"I’m the real Overlord of this pocket world! And I know there’s still a huge amount of Infernal Primordial Power beneath the earth!"

Lily didn’t even care enough to let it finish.

Power bled off her again. The ghost-blue light condensed into a tide compressed to the extreme, and it washed straight over the Titan Turtle’s remaining head.

Boom!

The massive head exploded into shredded meat on the spot.

Its leftover soul didn’t even get a chance to escape—Infernal Primordial Power crushed it into nothingness.

Ethan watched it all, and for a moment, he honestly couldn’t find words.

Those blood-red gems on the Titan Turtle’s neck—each one had felt like the core of an independent world’s power. If he’d had to face that monster head-on, it would’ve been a nightmare of a fight.

But in front of Lily, it had died like a pet crushed under someone’s palm—never once managing to truly make waves.

Before Ethan could even finish digesting that, Lily was already back at his side, fingers clamping around his arm.

"Move."

She didn’t bother explaining. She dragged him toward a deep pit off to the side and jumped.

The pit’s edge was actively collapsing, but the energy pouring out of it was so dense it made Ethan’s scalp prickle. When he’d scanned the area earlier, the system had already flagged something huge below—a massive energy "vein," practically a mine.

The Titan Turtle had shown up too suddenly for him to keep digging then.

Now Lily took him straight down.

They dropped fast, rock walls sliding upward past them.

The deeper they went, the thicker the Infernal Primordial Power became. Ghost-blue energy mist even started forming in the air—visible, swirling like fog. Not long after, they landed in a wide-open underground chamber.

It looked... ordinary.

No towering structures. No elaborate runes. No dazzling crystal pillars.

Just flat ground and dark, heavy rock walls—made uncanny only by the ghost-blue currents flowing through the air like slow rivers.

The moment Ethan steadied himself, the lightning inside him began cycling on its own.

He raised his hand experimentally.

The surrounding energy responded immediately, surging toward him like a tide.

Ghost-blue Infernal Primordial Power streamed into his palm and slipped into his body, nourishing flesh, bone, and the pathways of his lightning. Bathed in it, his ghastly white arcs grew steadier, and the dark ghost-blue patterns threaded through them deepened.

Ethan couldn’t suppress the excitement in his eyes anymore.

This really was a massive energy mine.

He pulled out a spatial orb and tossed it into the air. Rings of patterns lit up across its surface as it opened its absorption array, greedily dragging in the surrounding Infernal Primordial Power.

Threads of ghost-blue energy were ripped free, converging into thick torrents that poured into the orb.

The sphere began to rotate slowly. Its surface brightened more and more as its internal storage filled at a frightening pace.

Lily didn’t stop him.

She simply walked to a small, strangely placed hole near the base of a rock wall.

The opening was narrow. There wasn’t even much of an energy fluctuation around it. If Lily hadn’t headed straight there, Ethan wouldn’t have spared it a second glance.

Lily crouched, slipped her hand into the hole, and felt around.

A moment later, she drew out a short blade.

It wasn’t flashy. The blade was dark, almost dull-looking, but thin ghost-blue lines flowed along its edge like living veins. The instant Lily gripped it, something rare surfaced in her eyes—something like remembrance.

"Didn’t think this would still be here," she murmured.

Then she turned to Ethan.

The spatial orb was still devouring energy at full tilt, and Ethan was still drawing the stray Infernal Primordial Power into himself in steady pulses. Hearing Lily speak, he finally lifted his head.

Lily held the short knife, her expression far more serious than before.

"For the next stretch of time..." she said quietly, gaze fixed on him, "I might have to go back to sleep."