Xu Yuan and the Ender Dragon had just left the End.
An anomaly immediately appeared in the End. The entire void suddenly started trembling. The End islands trembled along with it for quite a while.
About a few minutes later, the void gradually returned to calm. At this moment, some purple mist began to slowly form in the void.
As the mist gathered more and more, it formed a purple fog sphere in the void.
After condensing into a fog sphere, it immediately drifted in the direction the Ender Dragon had flown.
The purple fog sphere seemed almost alive, constantly sensing the aura left behind by the Ender Dragon.
After pursuing through the void for several minutes, it finally found the place where the Ender Dragon had left the End.
It then accelerated and disappeared into the void.
The next second, the purple fog sphere appeared in the Overworld.
After appearing, it descended into the dense forest below. Where the purple fog sphere descended, a Little White was resting under a tree. The purple fog sphere, upon discovering Little White, immediately lunged at it.
In an instant, Little White was shrouded in the purple mist. The purple aura instantly seeped into Little White's bones.
As the purple mist continued to seep deeper and deeper…
When all the purple mist had completely infused into Little White's skeleton…
It was as if Little White had been reborn.
Then, from seemingly nowhere, it pulled out a purple hooded robe and draped it over itself.
After doing all this, it glanced at the bow in its hand and threw it disdainfully to the ground.
It then noticed a zombie nearby holding a stone sword, rushed over, and tore off the zombie's arm.
Taking the stone sword from the severed arm, it finally revealed a satisfied smile.
"I must first go to the Nether to gather strength…"
It muttered to itself while searching for something in the forest.
After searching for about two or three hours, it finally found some obsidian in an underground cave.
With a single swing, the obsidian in front of it fell cleanly. Even a diamond pickaxe would nod in approval.
Picking up a few pieces of obsidian, it arranged them into the shape of a portal frame.
Standing before the obsidian frame, it chanted some strange notes, and the obsidian portal instantly ignited.
Seeing this, Little White, now wearing a purple cloak, stepped into the portal.
After a dizzying sensation, it finally arrived in the Nether. Looking around the Nether, it seemed a little excited and nostalgic.
"So many years have passed… yet it's still the same…"
It seemed this wasn't its first time here.
Although its hollow eyes revealed nothing, its tone betrayed an inner tremor. But it didn't stay sentimental for long.
Its return to the Nether was driven by a mission. If it failed, it might never see the beauty of the Nether again.
After arriving in the Nether, it quickly pinpointed the nearest Nether Fortress. One might think it had built-in navigation.
Upon arriving at the fortress, it swiftly gathered several Wither Skeletons around it.
Though they were all skeletons, these Wither Skeletons were clearly not of the same kind.
Yet, sensing its aura, the Wither Skeletons behaved as if they recognized it. One of the leading Wither Skeletons immediately twisted off its own head!
After breaking its own neck, it collapsed lifelessly. The other Wither Skeletons behind it carefully picked up the severed head.
They presented it before Little White, cloaked in purple.
Placing its hand on the Wither Skeleton's head, a surge of intense purple aura flowed from its palm.
When the purple aura touched the Wither Skeleton's head, the head began to react!
The purple aura slowly condensed below the head. Gradually, it began to form the shape of a body.
The purple aura finally solidified into a full, muscular, pitch-black body. And behind this body was a pair of massive black wings!
At this moment, Little White, cloaked in purple, had collapsed to the ground.
It seemed that summoning this body had drained much of its strength. When the Wither Skeleton's body was fully formed, its eyes finally opened. Seeing this, Little White struggled to support itself and asked the newly-formed Wither Skeleton, "Do you still remember your mission, Wither King?"
The Wither Skeleton, now in a new body, stared deeply at Little White.
Instead of answering, it asked in return, "Why did you summon me?"
Though the figure cloaked in purple appeared unfamiliar, the aura emanating from it was deeply familiar to the Wither King.
It too belonged to the Wither race.
In fact, it could be considered the Wither King's elder.
The Wither King had seen it when it was young and had heard of its exploits.
It was once the most promising candidate to become the king of the Wither race.
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That title alone was proof of its immense power.
However, many years ago, it had suddenly disappeared. Rumors claimed it had been seen in the Void.
The Void and the End were traditionally hostile realms, avoiding each other entirely. So its reputation wasn't exactly positive, with many believing it had betrayed its people.
But the Wither King, having known it personally, refused to believe that the mighty Dread Lord would abandon its people and join another force.
Hearing the Wither King's question, the Dread Lord chuckled, "Summoning you, of course, is to protect the safety of the Nether."
"Otherwise, why would I waste so much effort just to chat with you?"
The Wither King sneered at this, "Since when did you care so much about the Nether?"
The Dread Lord shrugged. "You've got me there."
"I don't care about the Nether, but I need a place to retire, don't I?"
Seeing the Dread Lord's casual attitude, the Wither King turned to leave.
But the Dread Lord stopped him. "Originally, I didn't need to summon you. But soon, the creatures of the Nether will inevitably follow me."
"I'm simply giving you a heads-up. After all, they are your people."
Hearing this, the Wither King grew instantly alert. Clearly, the Dread Lord had come to the Nether with a grand purpose.
"What are you planning?!"
Seeing the Wither King's tension, the Dread Lord patted his shoulder and smiled.
"Just a little war, nothing to worry about."
The Wither King stared at the Dread Lord and laughed.
"Have I been asleep too long? Since when did the Nether and the End have such a close relationship?"
"The End needs our Nether forces now?"
"After the world was divided into three realms, each agreed not to interfere with the others. Has the End forgotten that agreement?"
The Wither King's words referred to the division of the world into three realms: the Overworld, the Nether, and the End.
After years of war, the realms had made a pact not to invade each other's lands.
This agreement had maintained peace and allowed the world to recover.
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