Chapter 1184 Forger Abyss (1)
1184 Forger Abyss (1)
Every sect has its secrets, and what makes it unique among the other sects, especially its inheritance, is if the sect in question is a second-grade sect. The Artifact Inferno Guardian Sect is the same, and what makes it unique and flourish and helps it dominate the entirety of Spirit Inferno Domain is actually the presence of Forger Abyss!
The Forger Abyss was more than just a testing ground for the sect; it is the lifeblood of the Artifact Inferno Guardian Sect and what made it dominate the forging market and neuter so many talented forgers.
Because the Forger Abyss was more than just a physical location, it represents the sect's core values. It symbolizes the constant cycle of forging and breaking down materials, which mirrors the cyclical nature of life and death.
Not only that, but the harsh environment of the Abyss represents the trials that disciples must endure to reach their full potential, gain opportunities, and rise through the ranks.
The secrets hidden within the Forger Abyss also represent the pursuit of knowledge and the mastery of one's craft. The sect's ability to control and thrive in the Forger Abyss was a testament to its indomitable spirit.
The Forger Abyss is not merely a place; it's a secret realm discovered by the founder of the sect with the spirit beast vein! Nôv(el)B\\jnn
The Forger Abyss background was unknown, and no one knows who created it and left it behind. But within the records left behind by the founder, it birthed from the heart of a dying star. It was a place where the laws seemed bent and twisted.
But not just anyone can enter this place. Sect disciples, even elders, need to spend merit points to enter the different levels of the Forger Abyss, which has five levels. Only after completing the previous levels can one advance to the next level.
The sect disciples fought for spots in the Forger Abyss, not only Forger Disciples but Flame Disciples as well, since there were many strange trails, and the sect wasn't sure of their origin.
But the Forger Abyss was without any doubt the most guarded place of the sect, and without it, the AIG sect wouldn't be what it is today. Furthermore, these types of secret realms were scattered throughout the Mortal Ascension Heaven, and sometimes, they opened up out of nowhere, causing massive commotions.
The entrance of the Forger Abyss was between the Outer and Inner Sect Courts. Located within the deepest recesses of the Artifact Inferno Guardian Sect.
As Ace was being led toward the Forger Abyss, he observed the pathway. He was astounded as he went deeper and passed many restrictions and security checks. He even saw sect disciples queuing at the entrance, seeming to be waiting for their turn to enter this mysterious place.
He was now even more curious about where this Apportionment Trial was. Even Elder Dewey hadn't given him any clues. But he could tell this wasn't supposed to happen, seeing Elder Dewey's solemn expression with a hint of agitation.
They finally landed in a hall filled with ancient architecture and symbols. Many disciples stood in front of ten shimmering gateways flickering with spirit Qi. Ace was startled because he could feel the space fluctuations from those gateways.
'Space Portals? Where did they lead?' He thought with curiosity.
While Ace was observing, the others present looked towards the group of five elders and the young man with them. Some started to discuss in a hushed tone since it was rare to see so many elders with a single disciple, and he wasn't even wearing the sect uniform.
"Everyone, the Forger Abyss Hall is closed today. Return to your lodgings. Those who were waiting for their turns will be compensated with 10 merit points each." An aged, imposing voice suddenly buzzes throughout the entire hall.
The disciples were shocked as they clamored, but no one dared voice their discontent, especially those disciples from the inner sect core. They knew only a few could make this kind of announcement in the entire sect.
So, without hesitation, they quickly left, but they were still looking toward George and the group of elders as some of them assumed that the reason behind this sudden announcement was because of their arrival.
Soon, the hall was completely emptied, and only George and five elders stood there with solemn expressions on their faces. The elders knew who this voice belonged to, and they guessed that the owner of this voice was noticed in advance by the same person who told them to bring George here.
"Let him enter through the first gate!" The same aged voice solemnly ordered without beating around the bush.
Elder Dewey knew things were extremely serious, so he quickly sent George a spirit transmission:" Do your best, and everything will be fine."
Although he was soothing George, the truth was he was giving himself comfort since he had never imagined that those kinds of existences would get involved right off the bat. He wondered if there was something to more George that he couldn't see through. "Go; if you can pass this test, good fortune awaits you." Elder Norma solemnly looked towards George, who was clearly bewildered by this situation, while Ace's mind reeled with ecstasy inwardly.
Because those portals were glittering silver color in the fate map!
"Thank you." George solemnly nodded before he moved towards the first portal on the left. Under the elders' complex gazes, he entered it and vanished from the halls.
At this moment, a bony old man with fiery long hair and a beard in white golden robes, five golden stars pulsing on his collar, suddenly appeared in front of the elders.
Those five elders quickly bowed in respect and greeted, "We greet Forger Master Clifton!"
However, Forger Master Clifton didn't seem interested in pleasantries. He sternly said, "I think I don't need to tell you that this matter can't be exposed to anyone, or I don't need to tell you the consequences."
"We understand!" They all replied without hesitation.
"Good." The Forger Master nodded, "Now, you may go back to your duties. Elder Dewey, you stay!"
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