After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 22.1

A blinding light suddenly burst out in the room, forcing everyone to close their eyes, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Meanwhile, the magicians at the Tower’s Security Monitoring Bureau sat up straight, staring intently at the two massive magical vortices appearing in the light sphere.

Not again, they thought.

Just yesterday, the crisis with the Divine Kingdom of Light had been resolved. What was happening today?

The next second, the despairing results of the magic monitoring revealed that it seemed like the Abyss Lords Beelzebub and Aelioge were fighting in the capital.

The magicians at the Security Monitoring Bureau immediately became alert and notified the higher-ups.

In the next moment, Great Magician Eilinson sprang into action, not even having time to put down his teacup, immediately casting the super-tier defensive magic [White Feather Great Wall] to strengthen the capital’s defenses.

Eilinson knew Aelioge was in the capital, but when did Beelzebub arrive?

Eilinson couldn’t help but feel anxious because, unlike Aelioge, Inpos, and Morax, who were willing to make contracts with humans, Beelzebub was not only unfriendly to humans but also a definite threat.

On the other side, Aelioge, who reacted quickly, intercepted Beelzebub, dragging the furious kin into the subspace universe domain with all his might.

Stars flickered, and magical currents swirled everywhere.

Beelzebub was burning with rage, with green flames igniting at the ends of his hair. His true form was revealed. If Aelioge had been a second later, Beelzebub would have charged into the Magicians’ Association, his uncontrolled magic easily capable of destroying a city district.

“What are you going crazy about!” 

Aelioge cursed.

“And you dare ask me?” 

Beelzebub’s magic flared, distorting the space around him. “Stop hiding it! I can smell Father’s presence. You’ve hidden Father behind my back!”

Aelioge, confronting Beelzebub head-on, released his own magic, “You’ve got it wrong. That’s Inpos conducting magic experiments. Father isn’t there.”

Beelzebub laughed coldly, “Do you think I’m stupid? I knew you all were plotting something. I never thought you’d secretly find Father and not tell me. You guys are thousands of years old, and should be all independent, a group of immature and foolish demons! Childish.”

Aelioge laughed even harder, “And you’ve grown up? If you’re so independent, then why are you looking for Father? The one who should be independent is you! Childish.”

The Abyss Lords’ quarrel, reduced to verbal abuse of calling each other childish, if this verbal abuse were to spread, it would shock many.

Beelzebub trembled with rage. Normally rational, his reason evaporated when it came to this matter.

The two demons confronted each other from a distance, neither willing to back down. In an instant, they began to fight, their terrifying magic incinerating the surrounding matter.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Inpos didn’t stay idle. Seizing the opportunity of the light burst from the shattering crystal ball, he quickly transported their father back to the antique shop.

Then he transformed into his guise as the Father of Modern Magic, Matros. He appeared, stepping through the fading light, and addressed Xili and the group of stunned, bewildered noble magicians, saying, “The talent of that gentleman just now is unprecedented. It is too rare to miss. I couldn’t wait to take him as my disciple, so I took him away.”

W-What?!

Everyone’s eyes widened in shock, almost instantly recognizing “Matros” because it was too obvious. The person in the adjacent painting was him, exactly the same.

Whether it was the sudden appearance of the Father of Modern Magic, Matros, or the content of his words, it all hit those present like a bolt from the blue.

Everyone froze.

U-Unprecedented talent? Couldn’t wait to take him as a disciple?

To have such talent that it made the reclusive Matros, the Father of Modern Magic, eager to take him as a disciple—just how strong was this talent!

Many were in disbelief, including the high-ranking magicians who had just arrived.

Xili stood there, stunned.

But without a doubt, it was Matros himself.

Because, look, the signature white hair, emerald eyes, the divine wooden staff that matched his height, and the unique supreme magical emblem in the world. His mere presence suppressed everyone’s magic, making them feel suffocated and excited.

Someone couldn’t help but exclaim, “Great Mentor!”

What… Great Mentor? Some people’s minds paused for a moment, then their expressions became uncontrollably shocked.

Yes! Great Mentor! The teacher of teachers, called the Great Mentor! A scholar at the pinnacle of the magical field, and the mentor of countless teachers, a foundational figure in magic civilization! The continent is vast, and through the ages, only two people have held this title: one is the Hero Ye Qingyi, and the other is Matros!

The existence they might never have the chance to meet in their lifetime actually appeared today, in such an unexpected place!

At this point, who still cared about what the previous bright light was? Great Mentor Matros was here, and what could be more important than Great Mentor Matros?

Some highly respected magicians immediately gathered around, either to greet him or to make themselves known, and some couldn’t resist asking him about magic related questions.

Xili came to her senses and found the room crowded. It was no longer a place to guide young magicians; it was filled with a bunch of old magicians. The young magicians were squeezed outside, some doubting their lives, others looking at the scene with great curiosity and admiration.

Everyone was very excited. But…it seemed a bit too excited.

Xili calmed down and thought the situation seemed off. When the man named Xiu Si touched the crystal ball, she clearly saw thick black mist appear inside the crystal, then the crystal ball couldn’t hold and cracked. Simultaneously, the sudden burst of magic caused the bright light, affecting their perception and making them all freeze for over three seconds.

Great Mentor Matros said “unprecedented talent,” but the abnormality with Xiu Si just now, could it be summarized by that phrase alone?

As Xili was pondering, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine. She looked up to see Matros staring at her through the crowd. Time seemed to stand still; no one noticed their eye contact. Then, Matros made a shushing gesture.

The meaning was too obvious, telling her not to speak about it, and not to overthink it.

Otherwise—

Xili broke out in a cold sweat. She immediately realized that the person was definitely not just a new talented disciple for Matros, but a very important figure. The claim of him being a disciple was just a cover.

She stiffly nodded, and the pressure finally eased.

Because Matros withdrew his gaze, time began to move again, and the scene became noisy once more. The highly respected Great Mentor turned and smilingly controlled the situation.

Meanwhile, the God of Darkness disguised as a black angel arrived at the scene a step late.

The crowd dispersed regretfully, murmuring about how they wished the Great Mentor could stay a bit longer.

“By the way, who exactly was that person to make the Great Mentor care so much?”

“Not sure, but I heard he’s not from the Aust Empire.”

“Huh? Then who is he?”

“No matter who he is, anyone the Great Mentor values so highly will definitely become a renowned Great Magician in the future.”

The black angel heard these words, lowered his head in contemplation, and then scanned the room, noticing the lingering traces of magic.

The concealment was done too well; even most gods wouldn’t notice it. But he was the God of Darkness, and dark, hidden things fell under his domain.

He analyzed the magic and deduced the specific spell—cognitive alteration, which controlled people’s minds to some extent. But that was all; even he couldn’t trace back to what happened before the cognitive alteration.

What exactly happened here?

As he pondered, Great Magician Eilinson arrived at the scene.

Eilinson immediately inquired about the situation, especially Matros’ whereabouts.

Everyone said they didn’t know.

Eilinson regrettably said, “Is that so?”

A magician said, “Great Mentor Matros accepted a new disciple but hoped we wouldn’t disturb that disciple.”

It wasn’t really a hope, but a warning, a warning laced with killing intent. Great Mentor Matros’ tone at the time was extremely cold. Anyone who dared to refuse might have been killed on the spot.

Xili thought to herself.

With the protection of Great Mentor Matros, who would dare offend that young man?

Eilinson caught the meaning and felt even more regret. She really wanted to know who this young man was that Great Mentor Matros valued so much, but since Great Mentor Matros said so, no magician could disobey.

After understanding the situation, she left because there were still urgent matters at hand. Two Abyss Lords were fighting in the subspace near the empire, and the aftermath might affect the real world. Defense needed to be strengthened.

Meanwhile, the black angel watched everything. The dark magic flowing through him made him lose presence in everyone’s eyes. People passed by him as if they didn’t see him.

Humans feared the mysterious Great Mentor Matros, but the God of Darkness did not.

He was very curious about who that young man was and why he carried the aura of such an existence, along with the scent of his nemesis, the God of Light.

The God of Darkness lowered his eyes, and within seconds, he knew the name and specific information of the disciple Matros had taken in, especially his “temporary residence.”

—Xilin Antique Shop.

As long as the concept of light existed, the God of Light did not die. The fall of the Divine Kingdom of Light was not significant to them. The ranking of the Divine Kingdoms, with the Divine Kingdom of Light ranked seventh, was from the Gods Era. Thousands of years had passed, and that ranking didn’t mean much. Their Dark Divine Kingdom was even ranked sixth.

But this time, something seemed different.

It felt like a historical, transformative change, not just the fall of a divine kingdom.

He had to know what it was.

The God of Darkness silently mouthed “Xilin Antique Shop,” a playful smile on his lips.

Light and darkness, twin concepts, twin gods. He was also curious, since he had awakened, what state was his nemesis, his twin concept god, in?

On the other hand.

The aftershocks in the subspace continued, but the empire’s machinery couldn’t stop because of this. People continued with their duties.

The Empire’s Military Staff was still discussing the fall of the Divine Kingdom of Light and the motives of the Abyss Lords.

But after discussing all morning, they still had no clue. Instead, they felt more and more that—it was too mysterious.

At this moment, a staff member noticed Philip’s dark face and silent demeanor, so he asked, “Legion Commander Philip, don’t you have any ideas? You usually have many hypotheses.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Philip.

Who was Philip? The youngest legion commander of this generation, he had to have some skills.