Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2878: 1576: Return and Reminder

When the “Old Fishman King” abruptly crumpled onto the ground, the massive sea waves that loomed high receded rapidly like a balloon losing air. Within an instant, the boundless white expanse reemerged before everyone's eyes.

Right then, the whole space quivered faintly, plainly teetering on the edge of total ruin.

It came as no shock, since the space's architect, the “Old Fishman King,” had evidently sustained grave injuries, struggling to sustain its form.

“Does that mean Your Majesty of the Humans commands other mighty subordinates who wield that unique mystical ability? It was exactly the outsiders striking the eerie humanoid statue that inflicted this abrupt harm!”

Only now did Lena and Xiaofan fully grasp the situation, their eyes sparkling like stars as they turned excited gazes toward Leo Ray.

Little surprise that Your Majesty of the Humans shot to prominence so swiftly, backed by such exceptional talents!

No wonder Your Majesty of the Humans remained so composed before, with triumph already secured!

With Lena and Xiaofan's faces alight with fervor, Leo Ray squinted faintly and advanced directly toward the “Old Fishman King” prostrated nearby.

Even if this being had clearly lost much memory, he might still hold some undisclosed insights worth hearing.

“I simply seek the truth behind losing all memory—why do you oppose me?”

The “Old Fishman King’s” features sharpened with rage, unable to rise, yet he fixed Leo Ray with a glare brimming with malice, bellowing, “Why do you all block me?”

“This path stretches long and grueling, veiled in shadow; only striding together offers a peek at light. But you insolently climb atop others, crushing their dreams.”

Leo Ray answered plainly, staring down at the warped ancient countenance.

“Your Majesty speaks true! You who so boldly claim godhood!”

Lena moved ahead in accord, “Restore Father King at once!”

“Boldly claim godhood? Hahaha…”

The “Old Fishman King” erupted in wild laughter anew, his visage contorting further, “Pity that this is merely a shard of my leg bone. Locate my other relics, and you'll behold a genuine deity!”

His shrill, deranged guffaws made the entire space shudder fiercer, heralding its impending downfall.

Leo Ray regarded the foe's final throes of wrath, his brow creasing lightly.

From exchanges with the sand-robed old man and observing these developments, I've all but confirmed this adversary was truly a deity—or wielded godlike prowess, akin to a Divine Realm divine beast, Evil God offspring, or the Evil Gods in person.

Else, dominating ordinary powerhouses utterly would prove impossible, never mind the Devouring and Spiritual Space Guardians.

What's more, per the sand-robed old man, a single tiny remnant of his bones birthed the sprawling desert across the Desert Alliance domain, to an inconceivable scale.

This water-aligned entity makes me doubt the coastline's original position. His very presence reshaped it into the ocean's frontier.

“Hold on—with this line of thought, the Northern Territory tundra bridging Coldflame Kingdom and Pars Empire in the Human Domain feels strangely incongruous, unfit for its climate and locale. Might relics like this fiend and the sand-robed old man lurk there?”

This notion drew a subtle nod from Leo Ray.

Though the sand-robed old man poses no peril, we cannot discount malevolent forces like this one. Back home, thorough probes of the Northern Territory—the Human Domain's vital core—are essential; no oversights permitted.

“Incidentally, Lena's details reveal this entity's perception reaches far, even detecting the “Gate of Truth.”

“Yet he confessed inability to find other fragments, blocking further power gains, hinting none lie nearby.”

“Here's the puzzle: for a colossus of such vast, implausible proportions, where did the remaining parts vanish? Even shattered in ancient demise, it scarce leaves just this lone sliver, does it?”

“Beyond him, the sand-robed old man and Northern Territory mirror this—subtle shifts near this sea-dweller's site, unlike the glaring desert from the elder or tundra. More shards in those would engulf lands in sand and frost.”

“Evidently, be it this entity or the sand-robed old man, a solitary bone fragment suffices them. Mere chance, or hidden enigma?”

“Furthermore, this fellow and the sand-robed old man have both lost countless memories, much like the survivors who endured the Blank Era. When paired with the sand-robed old man’s account, it fully confirms that he lived through the Blank Era.”

“Yet, based on the enduring puzzle of the “Lost Relic Effect,” no remnants from the Blank Era survive among the Ten Thousand Clans. How then do this guy’s remains linger until now? Perhaps because he broke free from mortal domains?”