Just like Blue Star where Li Wei once was, there are three major operators: Mobile, Telecom and Linkage.

Few people know that in Correll, there are actually three "magic nets".

That is, the magic web controlled by the goddess of magic, the shadow web controlled by the goddess of dark night, and the deep pit web controlled by the Spider God Queen.

Among them, Shar's Shadow Magic Net was the opportunity to expand during the alternation of the fall of the first magic goddess Misrell.

So at the moment when the magic goddess fell, Shar, who also fell into the main material plane, and Rose, who was still stretching out of the abyss, raised his head at the same time.

They knew that the opportunity they had been waiting for for a long time had finally arrived...

......

The fallen shadow world, also known as the shadow plane.

This is a dimensional space where all colors except black, white and gray are drawn from everything, and it is also a dark place that resists light.

The sky here is a pitch-black dome, with neither sun nor starlight nor color.

Although landmarks of material planes can be vaguely identified in the fallen underworld, they will be distorted and deformed, just like the shadows of the main material plane, distorted and dim.

In such a desolate plane, there were originally only shadow dragons, undead creatures, dormant monsters and dark curtain monsters living in the darkness, fighting and reproduction.

Originally, this should be like this.

As a low whistling sound passed through the sky, the shadow creatures in the twisted jungle below shrank and hid at the same time.

It was a city, a city floating in the sky.

The creatures here have forgotten when it appeared in the Fallen Underworld. They only know that the "magists" in the floating city are extremely dangerous and cruel.

Thousands of years of unscrupulous persecution and arrest have made them develop natural resistance and resistance to this floating city through generations of reproduction.

At this moment, Terramante Tanshul, the Lord of the Supreme City of Ghost City, was sitting alone in his study room with rich collections of books but simple decorations, looking through the ancient classics that should have been weathered and corroded but were preserved by his alchemy.

I don’t know how long it took, but he gently closed the ancient books and his eyes habitually landed on the photo frame standing on the corner of the desk.

In the only black, gray and white photo, he and a woman were hugging each other intimately, while another cute and beautiful little girl was sandwiched in the center by them, her pouting face was filled with a happy smile.

"Siglid...you're living... okay?"

Terramant slowly stroked the girl's pretty face in the photo with his fingertips, and said in a slight loss of memory.

I don’t know if it was because after entering the shadow plane, he transformed himself into a different world creature that was more adapted to the shadow plane, and his inner emotions became more dull, so he could not have any emotional upset towards his sons.

On the contrary, his daughter who was still left in the main material plane became the only comfort in his heart.

It’s a pity that she ignored her opposition and resolutely married her senior brother Brad, who was much older than her. The father was the great arcane and the mother of the nobleman, and the head silver dragon, which made herself a joke in Netherel’s academic circle.

In a fit of anger, he directly cut off his contact with his daughter Siglid.

But I didn't expect that...that parting will be eternal.

He... really wants to go back.

Go back to see her again.

If...she is still alive.

Most of the residents of the Shadows knew that he was one of the most powerful arcane artists of Correll.

However, almost no one still remembers that thousands of years ago...

He actually has another name:

Shado...

Chardo Tanshure.

Discovery of shadow planes and researchers.

Over the years, he has used his rights to keep what he thinks is the best element of Naserel in his memory and fuses it with the characteristics necessary to survive in the shadow plane, resulting in a semi-militarized society full of procedures and strict control.

Here even the most ordinary problems in daily life must be implemented through layers of procedures. In this form, the class has been preserved, but more importantly, as the passage of centuries, the continuity of civilization has been preserved.

As the well-known final arbiter of the City of Ghosts, Terramant is in many ways the city itself, and his subjects regard him as the living embodiment of their customs, faith and values, and this is also Terramant's view of himself.

Although Terramant was cold and expressionless on the outside, his heart was always active like the main material plane. In his heart, he was a completely dictator, and his determination to lead the city was derived from the strong confidence that no one else succeeded as he did.

Despite his age, Terramante is still tall and energetic, and his image is unforgettable whether he sits on his throne floating in the air or presides over the city streets.

Whenever he appears in public, he wears traditional black armor that symbolizes the rule of Naserel, accompanied by a dragon-winged cloak, fixed-style arm armor and dark purple robe.

But at this time of every day, his private time is his. Except for major emergencies, no servant will rashly disturb the "Supreme Prince" at this time.

For thousands of years, there have been no exception.

But on this day, a woman's voice suddenly appeared in his mind:

"Charto, oh, now it's time to fulfill your agreement.

"Are you ready?"

The Supreme Prince was stunned. After realizing the deep meaning behind this sentence, his quiet heart was rippled like a calm ancient well. He stood up excitedly from his seat, then knelt on one knee, and said respectfully:

“I, Terramante, are always ready for this.

"But, Goddess, why did it come so suddenly?"

There is only one thing he agreed with Shahr.

As the kindness that once saved him and the entire Yinhun City, he will serve him unconditionally when Shar finds him.

Thinking of the magic network data they have studied over the years and the Miser energy core that has been continuously built but has never been activated, then what the other party wants is probably that...

That is, with Yinhun City as the energy center core, it began to officially penetrate the magic net, and finally... replaced it.

Originally, he did not expect to get a positive response from the goddess of dark night, but he did not expect that the other party would give him a shocking answer:

"The Magic Goddess... is gone.

"Go and prepare, time is tight."

The Supreme Prince's pupils shrank suddenly, and it seemed as if it was expected to spread slightly.

‘As it true…’

At that moment, his thoughts seemed to have returned to thousands of years ago, and to the day when the first magic goddess died.

That day was also the day of Netherel's collapse.

It was also from that day that in Terramante's heart, his ghost city was the only remaining glory of Netherel.

And today, he will bring this glory back to the main material plane and back to Nesserel... its former former site and rebuild Nesserel's glory.

The only regret is that this "surprise" came a bit suddenly, which made him not have time to prepare as planned, and then announced to the people of the Ghost City that he was the fact that he was the legend of Netherelle's [Lost Xiado] to inspire them.

"Okay... let the name Xiado be buried in that yellow sand with Netherell forever."

Terramant finally took a deep look at the photo frame on the desk, shook his robe, and the next moment, he appeared on the supreme throne in the Shadow Hall.

The ministers who had already been waiting here in the hall all crawled on the ground and shouted in unison:

"Greetings to His Majesty the Supreme Lord!

"The ghost will last forever!"

Terramant looked around everyone, and then his voice echoed over the entire ghost city:

"Celebrate the people of Yinhun City!

“The time we have been waiting for thousands of years has finally arrived!

"We will ride this ghost city under our feet and return to our homeland of Netherel and to the main material plane.

"And each of you will be honored to be a witness to this great historical event!

"Send the order!

“Start all underground backup Mither energy cores!

"Open the portal!

"We... are back home..."

As the voice of the Supreme Prince spread throughout the streets and alleys of the Ghost City, all the people who were working numbly stopped their work and looked at each other.

Most of them are ordinary people who have reproduced for thousands of years.

They also heard only a few words about a kingdom of Netherel and the main material plane from their parents and elders, but they only regarded it as a legend.

As the rumors are, in that homeland, everything in the world is colorful.

But even the most imaginative child cannot imagine what kind of situation it was.

Just like a born blind man who cannot imagine how beautiful the world is in the eyes of normal people...

But this does not prevent them from aspiring for good things.

But soon, the conscription orders sent directly to the door broke their dreams...

Just like those arcanes said:

That world, their former hometown, for those of them who have returned from a long time...
To be continued...