The New Era Arrives: Giant World

Chapter 215 Fierce Battle Against the Master of the Strange Art

The Queen's sister, accompanied by her eerie, insulated clone, arrived at an extremely peculiar place. This place had been constantly changing since the beginning of recorded history, as if time itself had lost its natural rhythm and order. The Queen's sister and her eerie, insulated clone ventured deep into the place, cautiously exploring its mysteries. The Queen's sister used magical spells to continuously extract and gather the seemingly scattered and disordered energy from the surrounding area. As the energy gathered, a portal shimmering with an eerie light slowly emerged—the passage to the source of "Art."

Passing through the gate, a magnificent and awe-inspiring scene unfolded before their eyes. Within this vast and boundless space stood a majestic and solemn palace—the Palace of Arts. This palace was imposing and exquisitely beautiful; every brick and stone seemed to contain endless artistic charm and ancient wisdom. The Queen's sister and her enigmatic, insulated alter ego entered the Palace of Arts, where a mysterious atmosphere permeated the air. They walked along the spacious corridors, the walls on either side adorned with a variety of paintings and sculptures, showcasing unparalleled artistic skill.

Suddenly, a melodious sound of music drifted from ahead, attracting their attention. The two followed the sound to a huge hall, where a group of musicians were playing beautiful music in the center.

The Queen's sister stood there quietly, like a serene flower, completely absorbed in the moving concert before her. She closed her eyes slightly, letting her heart feel the profound impact and emotion conveyed by the plaintive melodies. Each note seemed to transform into a lively little sprite, dancing gracefully in the air, gently plucking at her heartstrings.

At that moment, the Queen's sister glanced around and was pleasantly surprised to find that everyone around her was also deeply immersed in this sea of ​​art. Their faces were illuminated by the colorful stage lights, and everyone's lips unconsciously curved into a smile of happiness and contentment. In that instant, time seemed to stand still, and the whole world consisted only of the beautiful music and these souls lost in its beauty.

However, behind this seemingly harmonious and beautiful scene, the eerie, insulated clone, with its keen intuition, sensed a subtle anomaly. It quietly approached the Queen's sister's ear and whispered, "I sense some potential danger lurking here. We must be careful." Upon hearing this, the Queen's sister's heart tightened, but she quickly regained her composure. She knew she bore the heavy responsibility of uncovering the true secrets of the source of "Art," and no matter what difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, she could not easily retreat.

The Queen's sister cast a grateful glance at the eerie, insulated clone, then strode without hesitation into the depths of the Palace of Arts. Like an elegant butterfly, she flitted among the dazzling array of artworks, her beautiful eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky, carefully examining everything around her. The exquisite sculptures, magnificent paintings, and masterful handicrafts all captivated her attention. But she did not lose her way; instead, she maintained a clear mind, attempting to find clues about the origins of "art" within these dazzling works.

Before a giant mural, the Queen's sister stopped. The painting depicted a breathtaking battle, with countless strange creatures clashing in the air. She gazed at the scene, as if she could hear the shouts and sounds of the battle.

Just as she was completely absorbed, the mural suddenly began to flicker and emit a dazzling light. The Queen's sister was startled and quickly took a few steps back.

As the light faded, a mysterious figure appeared before her. The figure was draped in a black robe, obscuring his face, but his extraordinary presence was evident from the powerful aura he exuded.

"Who are you?" the Queen's sister asked warily.

"I am the guardian of 'Art'," the mysterious figure said in a deep, magnetic voice. "Why have you come to seek the source of 'Art'?"

The Queen's sister explained her purpose for coming, recounting the changes in the outside world and her desire for "art".

After a moment of silence, the mysterious man said, "The source of 'Art' is not something easily obtained. But if you can pass my test, perhaps I will consider letting you know its location." With that, the mysterious man raised his hand and waved it, instantly transforming the surrounding environment into a challenging maze.