Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 916 - 399: The Homecoming of the Wanderer (Part 3)

After bidding Uther farewell, he walked alone, leaving the safety of the Void Remains Shield behind.

The unsettling sights of the Twisted Jungle reappeared before his eyes:

Countless pulsating, organ-like "trees" writhed amidst a bloody haze, the air thick with the sweet scent of decaying flesh.

Yet, this time, he did not tarry in this place.

A gentle tempest rose from the depths, caressing his form like a tender, massive hand.

The wind carried Nari’s distinct fragrance—ancient, untamed, yet possessing a warmth that instilled comfort.

Ron surrendered himself to this force, allowing his body to descend towards the fifth layer.

As he traversed the indistinct divide between layers, a profound spatial shift occurred.

The surroundings were starkly different from the environment he had navigated months prior with the Stand-In Puppet.

What should have been a more chaotic, distorted section of the Sea of Darkness unveiled a breathtaking, peculiar elegance.

Expansive, deep-blue kelp unfurled in every direction, with water as pristine as liquid Starry Sky.

An abundance of strange, deep-sea fauna glided serenely through the vastness:

Colossal, translucent jellyfish emanated silken ribbons reminiscent of aurora borealis;

Shoals of luminous fish, like flowing sashes, choreographed intricate patterns of light and shadow within the water;

Even the predators once perceived as fearsome and grotesque from the Abyss now appeared divinely graceful and in perfect harmony.

The most awe-inspiring spectacle was the magnificent Crystal Palace visible in the distance.

The entire edifice seemed to have materialized organically from the ocean floor, fashioned from radiant, living crystals of myriad hues.

Each towering spire turned slowly, its surface veins throbbing like arteries, emitting a gentle, warm bioluminescence.

The sheer scale of the palace was almost overwhelming:

The central structure alone stood hundreds of meters tall, its base sprawling beyond the limits of vision.

Countless elegantly curved corridors linked the various sections of the complex, resembling a colossal spider’s web, yet possessing an undeniable, stunning beauty.

"Mom constructed this..." Ron whispered to himself, a complex tapestry of emotions unfurling within his heart.

He could readily envision the immense effort Nari had poured into the creation of this palace.

Every minute detail bespoke a profound contemplation of aesthetic principles, and every adornment seemed crafted to delight him.

A transparent bubble of Qi enveloped him, guiding him toward the palace.

As the bubble glided through the palace’s grand entryway, the splendor within surpassed all expectations.

The vast hall ascended three stories, its floor adorned with living tiles as warm and smooth as fine jade.

These tiles responded to the approach of any visitor, blossoming with soft light along the path, akin to a starlit walkway prepared for esteemed guests.

The walls were crafted from translucent coral, within which countless minuscule, luminous organisms swam, creating an otherworldly visual effect.

The most arresting sight, however, was the magnificent figure standing motionless at the hall’s center.

A girl, appearing to be sixteen or seventeen, stood there with quiet grace, reminiscent of an Elf Princess from ancient folklore.

Her hair, like a waterfall of darkest night, flowed down to her delicate waist.

Her complexion was as pure as the finest pearl, radiating a subtle luminescence under the palace’s soft glow.

Her facial features were chiseled with the perfection of a master sculptor:

A distinctively high nose bridge, lips full and colored like ripe cherries, and eyes that sparkled with the intensity of rubies.

She was adorned in a resplendent, floor-length black gown, its hem as deep and boundless as the night sky, embellished with star-like glittering adornments.

Her entire presence exuded a transcendent aura, a beauty that felt almost alien, otherworldly.

"Welcome home, my child."

When the girl spoke, her voice was indeed as sweet and innocent as Nari’s spiritual communication, yet it carried an undeniable artificiality.

It sounded like a perfectly tuned instrument executing a preordained melody.

Despite its inherent musicality, it lacked the natural ebb and flow of genuine vocalization.