Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 644 - 560: Heaven and Earth Upside Down

"Origin Overflow? What is that?"

Leon, who also heard the commotion, stumbled out right behind Aiven, and the two apprentices quickly rushed to support him.

Although Leon lived in the inland regions, he had keenly sensed the escalating conflict among Natural Spirits and had even witnessed several raging attacks by Spiritual Monsters firsthand.

However, due to his low level, he had never been able to discern the true essence behind the "Spirit Tide," which remained a closely guarded secret known only to a select few indigenous clan leaders and certain national authorities.

If the news regarding a demigod's fight for divinity were to be widely spread, it would inevitably attract countless scheming opportunists, plunging the already tumultuous New Continent into chaos.

Nonetheless, both sides had already settled their roles once more.

The three of them joined Aiven's "Vitalist School," with Jacob and Kael becoming his apprentices, while Leon took on the role of an external member as a Master of Magic Potions, sharing responsibilities while enjoying the school's offerings.

In other words, the three had become part of the "Vitalist School."

"Master Leon..."

Just as Aiven was about to explain to him, there was a new change in the sky.

Woo woo woo...

The vast expanse of brilliant golden Light Qi gradually dissipated as dark clouds gathered swiftly, blocking the sun, creating an eerie scene that resembled a terrifying storm on the "Golden Sea," despite being at the turn of winter and spring.

Fierce winds howled, causing Aiven's disguised ordinary cloak, the [Thunderbird Robe], to flap wildly.

However, this ominous weather was not a sign of an impending storm, but rather the result of... an endless frenzy of "Ghosts"!

In the blink of an eye, various Spiritual Monsters, Animal Spirits, Human Spirits, and other grotesque, terrifying oddities surged towards the shore of Lake Huron, carried by a chilling cold wind.

The scale of the spiritual beings was so vast that lower-level Evil Spirits were not even qualified to approach the lakeshore.

"Wah wah wah..."

A crawling, blue-violet baby with decayed skin and sharp fangs emitted a piercing cry.

"Squeak squeak squeak..."

A large swarm of entirely black rats, barely visible in outline, scurried by with bizarre cries.

"Ah ha ha ha... Let's play ball together!"

Encased in a pungent blood mist, a Nimanster head with hollow eyes laughed maniacally, hurtling from afar like a missile, with a headless body madly sprinting behind it...

Everyone knew about the rampant Spiritual entity worship on the New Continent, but only by being present could one truly comprehend the extent of this overabundance.

Much like how livestock are far more sensitive to earthquakes than humans, even before the phenomenon became visible to humans, a massive swarm of Spiritual entities had already converged from all directions.

Nearly all "Ghosts" within a radius of a hundred kilometers along Lake Huron's shore were concentrated here, and their numbers continued to grow, with only one target — the soon-to-overflow Spiritual Origin!

Meanwhile, the ambient temperature around several individuals was rapidly dropping, plunging below freezing within just two minutes, with massive white fog accompanying each breath.

"Ah! Look over there!"

Suddenly, Kael let out a startled cry, prompting them to look in that direction.

Several hundred meters away, among the cedar forest.

The three "Clover School" wizards who had been driven away by the [Flesh Puppet] hadn't gone far, instead using their school's unique witchcraft to hide within tree trunks, secretly observing the situation here.

However, this method of concealment may deceive the eyes of humans and even Seagulls, but it could not escape the bloodthirsty gaze of the Evil Spirits.

A vast blue ghost fire river passing through the forest happened to brush by their vicinity.

The three ordinary Official Wizards had no chance to flee, and their shields shattered in an instant, leaving them drained entirely of heat by the bizarre attacks of the "ghost fire," transforming into three rigid ice sculptures.

As they watched.

Crack —

The ice sculptures toppled over, shattering into a mess of debris on the ground.

Reacting swiftly, Aiven immediately pulled Angie behind him to shield her the moment he realized the place was unsafe.

Yet, facing the multitude of "Ghosts," Aiven did not recklessly initiate an attack.

Currently, the draw of the Continent Spiritual Origin far outweighed the allure of their flesh and blood; drawing attention from the spirits could lead to unpredictable consequences.

Though the Spiritual Origin overflow might propel his Wizard Level directly to the Tier 2 Limit, even with excess.

But to Aiven, it was not a necessity, and he did not plan to risk his life joining their frenzied feast, intending instead to command Kaka to activate [Black Cavity] and leave this dangerous place immediately.

Unexpectedly, he received a mental warning from Kaka first.

"Kaka!"

'Lake Huron is surrounded within three hundred kilometers, Shadow Realm traversal capabilities are obstructed!'

Aiven's face shifted slightly.

Until now, he had never personally experienced a large-scale Origin Overflow event; now, it seemed the "Spiritual Origin Overflow" clearly followed some operational mechanism, forming an independent domain due to the gradually overflowing Spiritual Power!

Though the Mind Network showed no abnormalities, a mechanism allowing entry but forbidding exit might have quietly descended.

Misery seldom comes alone.

Possibly due to the distance being really too close, or perhaps the three wizards simply not being enough to satisfy them, the river of countless blue ghost fires began to drift in mid-air towards the cabin's direction.

Despite being still several hundred meters away, Jacob and Kael, the weakest wizard apprentices, gradually began experiencing difficulty breathing, with their body heat rapidly dissipating.

"Huff.. Ha.. Huff.. Ha.."

Both watched the approaching ghost fire helplessly, unable to do anything other than breathe heavily. The immense disparity in power nearly suffocated them, as deep despair dominated their bodies and minds.

Click!

Recognizing their dire situation, Aiven decisively opened the lid of the Toy Box.

All three, including Official Wizard Leon, were now mere burdens, but the alchemy workshop, integrated with a life support system, could temporarily accommodate living beings, allowing them a brief refuge.

Since escaping through the Shadow Realm was impossible, he could only rely on his own strong and swift legs.

Taking advantage of the ghosts being attracted by the imminent overflow of Spiritual Origin in the lake, breaking through the encirclement to the outermost safety zone with his own strength should be feasible.

"Do not resist."

After giving this command, he immediately put all three into the Toy Box.

Seeing the ghost fire, seemingly slow but actually fast, drawing near, Aiven was about to send Angie in as well.

Yet the girl stepped out from behind him, facing the ghost fire with a gentle rebuke:

"Minnie!"

With the crisp sound of hooves, a tall, snow-white Celestial White Deer emerged from the air beside Angie.

The highly similar characteristics created resonance between the wizard and servant demon, as a circle of silver-white soft light began to simultaneously appear on both of their bodies. A sacred breeze suddenly arose, fluttering the girl's light skirt.

Yooo—!

Amidst a penetrating deer call.

The grand white deer slightly lowered its head, silver antlers radiating milky waves like sea ripples, rushing toward the ghost fire river.

Magic-like Technique: Hammer of Punishment

In an instant.

Bang—

Like hitting a solid dam, the majority ghost fire, relying on sheer numbers but individually weak, was shattered under the hammer's ripple.

Crushed entirely in one move, thanks to the inherent attribute restraining them!

Turning back, the girl lightly waved her fair fist at Aiven, proving to her teacher she had acquired the power to protect herself.

Aiven gave her a thumbs up.

Although he had always focused on fostering Angie's independence, he still viewed her as a little girl needing protection. Now, he had to reevaluate—she was already a mighty White Witch capable of holding her own.

Soon after, Angie shyly stuck out her tongue. Eager to show off before her teacher, she hadn't considered the possibility of attracting other spiritual entities.

"No worries, I'm here! Pay attention next time."

Instead of blaming Angie, these matters were trivial with him around to escort her.

Swish!

Aiven leapt forward to scoop up the girl, and his Thunderbird Robe transformed into blue wings behind him, ready to break through before nearby evil spirits and undead noticed.

Suddenly, a continuous sound of water came from the sky.

Crash, crash, crash...

Soon, dark clouds were forcibly split open, revealing not the sun behind, but a massive island and an upside-down lake.

"Is this... Manitoulin Island and Manitoulin Lake?"

With numerous Remote Sensing Satellites, Aiven had mapped the entire continent extensively, and the Six Great Lakes were naturally focal points as the largest freshwater lakes in the New Continent.

Aiven instantly recognized the ethereal sight in the sky as an island in Lake Huron.

In explored areas, Manitoulin Island was the largest lake island, and within it lay the undeniably largest lake-in-a-lake, Manitoulin Lake!

In Iroquois Language, "Manitoulin" means "Spirit," and Aiven suspected hidden secrets within.

At this moment.

Not only Aiven and Angie, but all beings instinctively drawn here, including natural spirits, ghosts, and even nearby extraordinaries, were equally shocked observing the lake overhead.

Dong!

A sudden clock chime, mysterious as before, rang out.

Aiven found his view abruptly reversed.

At this moment, earth became sky, and sky turned into earth.

Naturally.

All natural spirits, ghosts, humans... gathered around Lake Huron's shore plummeted to the "ground beneath," Manitoulin Island like falling dumplings.

Aiven and Angie were no exception.

Swoosh—!