Chapter 1291

"Why would someone seal themselves in something like this just to wake up in the future?" Wyatt asked, his brows furrowed. Zarian's voice carried a weighty tone. "Since ancient times, the world has gone through cataclysmic cycles—great calamities that wipe out everything in their path. In those moments, even saints are nothing but ants, crushed like weeds and turned to dust. "To survive such devastation, some of the most powerful beings chose to seal themselves—or their descendants—in Immortal Essence Crystals, entering a deep slumber to avoid the calamity entirely." "Remember Tamara?" Zarian continued, its voice tinged with amusement. "She's an example. She was sealed in an Immortal Crystal for millions of years before emerging in this era." Wyatt's mind raced. If Tamara had survived like this, who—or what—else could be lying dormant? His imagination ran wild, picturing legendary creatures like dragons, phoenixes, kirins, falcons, and mythical beasts awakening one by one.