I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 810

Chapter 810: I Can Smell Her Here!



A golden sphere, the size of a nail spun rapidly along the surface of the ground, skidding upon it at breakneck speeds. With it being treated as the source a psychokinesis, a stream of Prana stretched out and held a large chakram at a height of 18 kilometres in the sky.

The chakram spanned a radius of five metres, and seated on it were the duo of Yarsha Zahara and Brangara. At this altitude, the air resistance was minimal, allowing for faster travel. Moreover, from time to time, Yarsha Zahara brought out a golden chakram that carried a Storage Lantern towards the surface and retracted it after a few seconds.

Filled to the brim within the Storage Lantern was fresh air that she and Brangara could use to breathe freely.

"How long?" Brangara asked, somewhat grumpy.

"I'm making the setup; it takes some time." Yarsha Zahara replied snappily as she used Harla Brimgan's Spirit Weapons to scoop the nearby earth and layer it on a complicated Spirit Weapon before her.

The Spirit Weapon had a series of concentric disks placed above each other, using a series of psychokinesis upon each other to keep each other afloat with negligible, if not zero resistance.

Following that, she layered the earth over the topmost disk and compressed it as much as possible. Upon crosschecking the earth multiple times, she judged that it was wholly functional.

The topmost disk was able to suspend itself over the network of disks and rotate. There was an immobile rim bordering it, engraved with a series of letters, numbers, and arrows.

"It's done," Yarsha Zahara said as she activated her Primary Nature and turned the earth on the topmost disk into the Sandy-Grey Void, unleashing her power with the intention to expand it without limit.

The moment she did this, Parute Trees popped up on the Sandy-Grey Void and rapidly absorbed the grey sand, so much so that the blanket of night generated by it was snuffed in a matter of seconds.

The concentration with which Yarsha Zahara had unleashed it wasn't strong enough to last for long against Parute Trees. Anywhere from three to five seconds was how long it would take around 36 Parute Trees to fully nullify the Sandy-Grey Void.

The one created by Maroppa had given her plenty of data, using which Yarsha Zahara had created this mechanism. She watched with a smile as the Parute Trees appear before her, with each of them aligned with a marking on the rim.

The moment they appeared, in the short few seconds of their existence, their actions caused the disk to rotate clockwise and counterclockwise faintly. The Parute Trees each pointed at a letter, word, or direction then.

It was like a mixture between a compass and a dial. Each Parute Tree acted as a compass and pointed at a certain word. And as the disc rotated back and forth, the compass pointed at various words at the end of each turn.

This created a set of letters that Yarsha Zahara observed and compiled to form a cohesive sentence.

[What is it?]

That was the first sentence, conveyed to her through the Parute Trees by Sumatra's Transcendent Eater. After it had revealed information regarding Orakha's actions to an excessive level, it was blocked out by Sumatra Continent.

Currently, it was unable to interfere even the slightest. However, that didn't mean its involutory actions were wholly blocked by Sumatra. Whenever any Sandy-Grey Void appears on Sumatra Continent, Sumatra's Transcendent Eater would spontaneously dispatch a series of Parute Trees to stop the damage from exceeding beyond a certain level.

The Parute Trees would contain the damage and eventually shrink the Sandy-Grey Void until the region recovered to its original level. These Parute Trees were no different from one of Sumatra Continent's defence mechanisms.

"A cavil war? That shouldn't have happened!"

"But it did," Brangara retorted calmly, "The effects have appeared internally, but the cause

could very well be external."

"I know the Mystic Seven is involved in this!" Yarsha Zahara grunted, "That's why I created so many measures to detect them if they were to ever set foot into the Empire."

"They somehow managed to outwit you, accept that and think of a solution." Brangara said, only to be glared at by Yarsha Zahara.

"It's easy for you to say. You're not the one making the plans." She huffed towards the end, following which she closed her eyes in frustration, 'Whatever! They're your descendants more than mine! If you don't care much about them, I won't either.'

'As long as Barla and the rest are safe, I could care shit about the rest!' She scowled and stared

at the wilting Parute Trees, asking, "Tell me whatever you can about our enemies?"

[Inala, Virala, Blola, Grehha, and Resha are nowhere to be seen. I suspect they're with Blola to avoid my detection. As for Yennda, I know where he is currently. Gannala is also nearby.]

"Where is she?" Before Yarsha Zahara could ask anything, there was a surge in presence from nearby as Brangara stared at the Parute Trees with a voracious gaze that even they trembled instinctively, "Where?"

[I'll show you.]

As Yarsha Zahara created the Sandy-Grey Void once again, the Parute Trees appeared to

nullify it, with them aligning with a certain arrow along the process, pointing at a certain

direction.

"Go!" Brangara growled as Yarsha Zahara changed directions immediately, grunting in irritation upon sensing a stream of Astral World's influence pour into her and affect her actions, "Stop urging me!"

"Go, that's all I ask of you, Yarsha." Brangara realised what he was doing and hurriedly retracted his influence, softening his voice upon being glared at by Yarsha Zahara.

"Do that fucking thing one more time and I'm walking away from all this shit!" She screeched

while changing directions to speed in a straight line as pointed by the arrow. From time to time, she recorrected their course according to what the Parute Trees showed every time she unleashed the Sandy-Grey Void.

Five days later, they entered a vast grassland, immediately upon which Brangara's lips parted widely, revealing his teeth as a soft, but excited gasp echoed out, "Hehe! That's the distinct scent of an Empyrean Tusk!"

"I can smell that she's here!"