Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 590: Into the secret plane

"Brother Decimus, please lower your weapon."

The voice that cut through the tension belonged to Veronica, who approached Decimus with a serene smile. However, when she turned toward Vlad, her expression shifted to one of pure disdain.

"There is no reason for someone of your status to lower yourself to a being from a lowly plane."

The moment her words left her lips, murmurs of approval echoed through the cave. Many recognized the cunning behind her statement—she had provided Decimus with a graceful exit, allowing him to withdraw from the fight without losing face. At the same time, she had insulted Vlad and the Sky Seed Depravitas, making it seem as though the retreat was due to a lack of worthiness rather than a lack of strength.

Decimus, ever the opportunist, seized the moment without hesitation.

With a smirk, he released his grip on his dagger and took a step back, his mocking gaze locked onto Vlad.

"You are right as always, my lady. These people from lowly planes are nothing more than pests. There is no reason to sully my weapon with their blood."

A wave of silent anticipation spread through the cave as all eyes turned toward Vlad, waiting to see how he would respond.

The Depravita of Wrath remained motionless, his cold gaze unwavering as he stared at Decimus and Veronica. Then, without saying a word, Vlad simply turned around and rejoined the other Sky Seed Depravitas.

His silence made the smirks on Decimus and Valeria’s faces grow wider.

To them, it seemed that Vlad had been humiliated into speechlessness—a clear victory for them.

However, just as he reached his companions, Vlad’s voice rang out through the cave, carrying for all to hear.

"He is a coward, and she is a vixen. If you face them, attack with everything from the start. The chances of killing them will be high that way."

At his words, Jormungandr, Ouroburo, and Fafnir gave slow, deliberate nods, their gazes fixed on Decimus and Veronica.

A dark cloud of tension settled over the cave.

The smirks on Decimus and Valeria’s faces froze, their expressions twisting with anger as they felt the weight of the surrounding gazes.

The other cultivators in the cave chuckled quietly, some exchanging amused glances—it was as if Vlad had exposed the duo’s true nature for everyone to see.

"Enough."

Janus stepped forward, his voice sharp and commanding before the situation could escalate again.

"We came here with a goal—not to trade insults and certainly not to settle personal vendettas."

His words carried an undeniable finality, and as he spoke, he threw a sharp glance at Decimus, making it clear who had started the conflict in the first place.

Although Decimus and Valeria were still visibly fuming, they quickly noted the growing impatience on the faces of the other group leaders.

Scipius, Cato, and Agamenon all wore expressions of irritation, clearly eager to move forward rather than indulge in petty squabbles.

Realizing this, Decimus and Valeria begrudgingly fell silent, though their hostile glances toward the Sky Seed Depravitas remained filled with unspoken threats.

Janus, however, did not waste time concerning himself with their lingering animosity.

He merely shook his head, knowing that no words would mend the rift between the two factions.

Instead, he simply raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, a strange cube covered in intricate magical matrices appeared before him.

"Everyone, bring out your Key Cubes."

At Janus’ command, Agamenon, Valeria, Scipius, and Cato nodded and retrieved similar cubes, stepping deeper into the underground cave.

Vlad narrowed his eyes in curiosity. He had never seen such treasures before.

As if sensing his thoughts, a calm voice spoke beside him. It was Tyron, the old Runic Master.

"The Key Cubes are special artifacts designed to break through spatial seals and locked doors," he explained. "Given that the secret plane has been sealed for centuries, we will need to force our way in by breaking through one of its ancient gateways."

Vlad turned to the elderly scholar, giving him a nod of appreciation before shifting his attention back to Janus and the others.

It didn’t take long for the Key Cubes to react.

As soon as the five leaders channeled their energy into them, the cubes began to glow, humming with arcane resonance.

A brief glance was exchanged between them before they hurled the cubes toward what appeared to be empty space.

Yet, instead of falling to the ground, the artifacts struck something invisible—a hidden spatial barrier.

A powerful ripple spread across the underground chamber, followed by waves of distortion as the cubes’ energy matrices activated. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Slowly, the runes etched into the artifacts grew brighter and brighter, extending outward through the unseen layers of space.

Finally, the five Key Cubes synchronized, forming a massive glowing halo at the cave’s center.

Within that halo, space began to collapse and distort, revealing a shimmering portal of deep blue light.

At that moment, every warrior in the cave instinctively tensed.

They all understood what this meant—stepping through that portal would mark the beginning of their descent into the domain of a once-great organization led by Legends.

Even if all the powerhouses within had long since perished, the defenses left behind would undoubtedly be lethal enough to slay Sages.

"Everyone, hear my words."

Janus’ voice echoed across the underwater cave, drawing everyone’s attention.

"This portal will not take us directly into the stronghold."

His golden eyes swept across the gathered warriors, ensuring that none misunderstood the risks ahead.

"If our investigation is correct, we will arrive on the outskirts of the domain. The portal will only remain open for two days. Our objective is simple—enter the secret plane, reach the stronghold, and take as much wealth as possible before exiting. Is that understood?"

Silence followed his words.

But in the eyes of every cultivator, there was no hesitation—only steely determination.

Janus nodded in approval.

Then, without further delay, he and his team stepped through the portal, vanishing into the unknown.

One by one, the other leaders followed, their warriors marching fearlessly into the shimmering gate.

Before long, the cave stood empty—save for the swirling portal, silently awaiting those who dared to follow.

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