The New Era Arrives: Giant World

Chapter 242 The Fated Ones

Number Two was the first to recover. He stared at the little sprite and said in a deep voice, "Then what qualifies one as the destined one?" The little sprite circled in the air and said slowly, "Then let's see who can make this treasure shine with the most brilliant light." The white-robed mystery man, Number Two, and the woman exchanged glances, temporarily setting aside their hostility, all wanting to see who the so-called destined one was. Number Two and the woman surged forward like a tide. The mystery man sneered, "Hand it over, or don't blame us for being ruthless." The woman leaned close to Number Two's ear and whispered, "First, stall them, then find a good opportunity to break through." Number Two nodded slightly, and a new confrontation had begun. Number Two, arms crossed, calmly said, "This treasure hasn't been chosen yet. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution for trying to snatch it like this?" The mysterious man in white scoffed, "Stop spreading alarmist rumors. The treasure belongs to the virtuous. I think among the three of us, you are the least deserving." The woman then said sweetly, "Why are you two brothers so angry? Perhaps none of us are destined for this treasure. Let's be calm." Her gentle voice seemed to melt hearts, evoking pity in those who heard it.

Just then, a strong gust of air suddenly surged up around them, like a sudden storm. The air gust roared, forming a huge vortex, and the powerful suction uprooted the surrounding vegetation. The small, adorable sprite seemed to sense some mysterious call; it flapped its transparent wings and flew without hesitation towards the center of the air gust.

The four were startled at the sight. Without a second thought, their bodies involuntarily gave chase. At the center of the air current stood an ancient stone platform. The platform appeared to be very old, covered with the marks of time, but the strange runes were still clearly visible, shimmering with a faint light.

The little fairy fluttered her transparent, cicada-wing-like wings, her movements as light and graceful as a dancing fairy, and elegantly flew to the top of the stone platform. She hovered in the air for a while, seemingly observing her surroundings, before landing steadily on the platform. Just then, the mysterious treasure, which had been shrouded in darkness, seemed to receive some kind of summons and began to slowly rise from beneath the platform.

The treasure radiated a soft, warm light, like the most brilliant star in the night sky, its brilliance undiminished even in the darkness. As it continued to ascend, the light grew stronger, like a rising sun, gradually spreading out and enveloping everyone present.

In an instant, everyone felt an incredibly bright white light suddenly illuminate their vision, making it impossible for them to open their eyes and see anything clearly. At the same time, an unbelievably powerful force swept over them like a surging tide, relentlessly impacting their bodies and souls. They seemed to have been swept into a completely unfamiliar world, full of unknown dangers and challenges.

This world is illusory and hazy, blurring the lines between reality and dream. Various images begin to surface before each person's eyes, replaying past experiences. Number Two, with his eyes tightly closed, vividly recalls scenes from his arduous training: the perseverance of sweating profusely under the scorching sun; the unwavering willpower in the biting cold; the determination to never give up in the face of countless difficulties… All these memories flood his mind, instantly igniting an unyielding belief within him.

Surprisingly, as Number Two's conviction grew stronger, the light emanating from the treasure also began to flicker, as if resonating with it. Number Three saw scenes of his past setbacks, the shadows of ridicule and failure looming over him, but now a surge of resentment welled up within him, a desire to no longer be bound by the past. As Number Three's emotions surged, the treasure shone brightly, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime.

As everyone's memories and emotions surged, the treasure slowly rose into the air and began to spin. Suddenly, it shot out several beams of light, each connecting to the forehead of one of the people present. They immediately felt a surge of heat flow into their bodies, as if a hidden power within them had been awakened.

Number Two felt that his cultivation bottleneck seemed to be loosening, while Number Three felt his inner fear dissipating. At this moment, an ethereal voice rang in everyone's ears: "This treasure is called the Memory Pearl. It can reflect people's hearts and stimulate their potential. Only those with firm beliefs can truly gain my approval."

Everyone was shocked upon hearing this. Number Two clenched his fist, his gaze fixed firmly on the Memory Pearl in mid-air. He knew that even greater trials awaited them, and he was prepared to face them.