Dragon Monarch System Chapter 1027:- Fate of People who get trapped in Dragon Mountain Range

"Aditya, where are you?" Terror struck Rin the instant she parted from her beloved. A mere few meters separated them, yet she lost sight of him and everyone else. Her sole choice was to shout his name.

"Don’t worry, I am here." Aditya emerged from the purple fog, with Athena and Laura trailing closely behind him. The two women stayed glued to his side, refusing to venture more than 2 meters away.

"You left me here?"

"Of course not. I spotted a Sand Python, so I went to investigate." Unlike the others, Aditya pierced through the purple fog effortlessly. Within his view, no such fog existed—he perceived everything with crystal clarity.

He only encountered the purple fog once outside the Dragon Mountain Range.

Aditya realized his error had terrified her deeply.

"My fault."

With a tender smile, he pinched her right cheek. "Don’t worry, even if you’re separated from me, I can always track you down."

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed around them.

Roar.....!!!!!

"What’s that?" Laura demanded right away.

"A horde of Peak 6th-order Lightning Lions is charging towards us." Aditya swiftly seized everyone and teleported them away.

Following several quick teleportations, they halted before a cave entrance.

Someone already occupied the cave. Moreover, the sight inside sent them into full alert.

"Are you guys new here?"

The man boasted long, stunning hair. Yet his look was utterly ragged. Though his face was strikingly handsome, he resembled a street beggar.

His garments hung in tatters, caked in filth and decay. He seemed no cultivator at all—like one who hadn’t bathed in ages.

"Yes, we are new here," Aditya answered, staying on high guard.

’Athena, you can sense his cultivation level too, right?’ Laura queried her other self via their mind link. Athena responded with a subtle nod, listening intently to the man.

This man’s power hovered at mid-seventh order. Even with flawless teamwork from all four, victory against him remained impossible. He could decapitate them before their next thought could form.

"Do you guys know the exit to this place?"

Though hope was slim that these newcomers knew the way out, the random cultivator asked anyway. Trapped for over thousands of years, he’d seize even a 0.0001% chance to flee this cursed realm.

Endless purple surrounded him in every direction, wearing him down.

The sky’s appearance had faded from his memory long ago.

He longed for the starry night sky.

He yearned for those green trees he’d once ignored.

Confined here for an eternity unknown, he craved even the tiniest joys he’d overlooked before—like gazing at the splendid sky or savoring the moon’s soft glow over wine. In this hell, such pleasures seemed farther than any loss he’d endured.

Before this trap, purple had been his delight—Deep Purple his favored hue. But now, after endless years in this nightmare, he despised purple above all else.

Aditya nearly revealed the exit’s path, but paused upon spotting the multitude of skeletons littering the cave.

The man noticed Aditya and the girls fixated on the skeletons within.

"Don’t worry about this." He flashed a casual, laid-back grin.

"These skeletons are from wandering cultivators like me, stranded here. I found them near my cave, so I ended their suffering as a kindness and claimed their storage rings for myself."

Aditya and the girls instantly grasped he hadn’t slain them from mercy—he coveted their resources to boost his survival odds here.

Keeping the skeletons in his cave revealed his profound loneliness after millennia of isolation.

This man’s mind had fractured.

The manic gleam in his eyes showed he’d do anything to break free from here.

Allowing such a madman to escape would doom humanity. Better to leave this lunatic sealed in the purple fog realm.

"I thought the purple fog did not affect anyone whose cultivation is in the seventh order?" Aditya couldn’t resist questioning the man.

"Upon entering this realm, I stood at the peak of sixth-order cultivation. Yet, the purple fog has warped my mind to such an extent that, despite advancing to mid-seventh order, I remain unable to shake off its grip."

Aditya nodded, fully grasping the logic behind it. The architect of this domain ensured that trapped cultivators, even upon hitting seventh order, lacked the power to break free.

"However, I theorize that attaining Peak Seventh order will finally allow me to flee this trap. Sadly, countless centuries have passed without a single step forward in my cultivation. Lacking resources, my progress has stalled for ages." Absent the spoils seized from fellow cultivators, Mid 7th-order would have eluded him entirely.

Like a thick shroud, the purple fog enveloped all, rendering day-counting or time-tracking nearly impossible. It perpetually shrouded the world in gloom and haze. Neither sunlight nor any outer influence could pierce through.

"I climbed to mid-seventh order solely by slaying those cultivators and claiming their resources. That became my vital lifeline for supplies and the path to liberation from this nightmare." He confessed without a hint of remorse.

Aditya, in his shoes, would have acted likewise, yet millennia of isolation and confinement had clearly shattered the man's sanity. Most chilling was the cave—his dwelling—littered with skeletons, where he slumbered amid the remains.

The sight grew even more horrifying in imagination: fresh, decaying corpses of victims strewn within instead of mere bones.

"With senses twisted so badly upon entry that entrants circle endlessly for centuries without realizing, how did you resist enough to locate and claim a cave as refuge?"

"At mid-seventh order, my mind forged partial immunity to the purple fog's torment. Still, straying just 200 meters straight from the cave erases all memory of its location." Zigzagging or veering randomly, a mere 10 meters would suffice to lose his way, dooming him to endless years of fruitless searching.

The purple fog's density blocked vision beyond a handful of meters.

"A few hundred years ago, I tested it. I wandered lost for 191 years. Ultimately, the cave lay merely 500 meters away, yet disorientation had me pass mere steps from its mouth, utterly unaware." Recalling it stirred deep fury and despair within him.

"If you endured 191 years trekking for your cave, why not hunt the exit instead?" Aditya pressed.

"Simply put, I have no clue how distant the exit truly is. Those initial thousands of years saw me drift aimlessly, blind to every direction."

"Realizing this prison was crafted to bar prisoners from the exit, I abandoned the search and poured efforts into cultivation toward peak seventh order."

"Incidentally, what’s your name?" Aditya inquired.

"It’s John Pedro."

"From which Empire or Sect do you hail?"

"I’m a core disciple of the Night Rider Sect."

"Then why hasn’t the Night Rider Sect dispatched rescuers?" If external 7th-order cultivators ignored the purple fog, an elder surely would have come by now.

"I lack any answer for that."

"I’ll uncover it in time, but first, aid my escape from here." His tone sharpened to ice at the close.

His chilling voice and surging Aura made refusal unthinkable.

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