What can be confird is that the strong emotion in the other’s eyes doesn’t seem fake; it’s a uniquely human emotion known as "determination."
"Go ahead."
Mr. Jing Yao pondered for a mont and spoke softly.
His tone carried a mixture of admiration and approval.
Even a hint of respect.
"If you fail, Mia and I will try to secure you more ti as much as possible..."
"Thank you."
Chen Lun took a deep breath, respectfully bowed, and then left.
After he departed.
Mr. Jing Yao didn’t return to reading, but instead, he walked slowly with his hands behind his back to the large, hovering head beneath.
He looked up, gazing at the colossal entity for a ti.
Clarence was still repeating Fleurette’s na.
"Thank you for your hard work, little Kaiso."
Mr. Jing Yao said softly.
"Your mission is complete, rest now..."
The forr Magic Sub-God, Angela’s past student, the uncontrollable mural god Clarence lowered his head.
Under the giant crystallization mask, the true face was not visible.
But the anchor point protected by love, that sliver of humanity, at this mont dominated, and from his mouth ca a faint, aged, but relieved voice:
"Teacher, please send my regards to Fei."
"I will."
Mr. Jing Yao nodded with a smile and extended his hand.
The do blossod into a dazzling dark blue magic array, seamlessly interconnected, embedding tens of millions of tiny Dharma Seals within.
Tender light spilled forth, and the enormous, distorted head scattered like petals into endless dust.
"What a pity, I can no longer travel with you all..."
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’I must simultaneously fabricate two fates...’
On the Moon, in the flower shop on the first floor of number seven Denton Street Apartnts.
A gentleman with a black hat was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding an ivory-white pen, writing on paper.
Rustle, rustle...
The pen tip glided across the paper, producing a soft, delicate sound.
He was completely engrossed, as ink flowed from the golden-blue pen tip, falling into lavish letters, with a steaming cup of floral tea beside him, its fragrance wafting.
Floey, dressed in a black gauzy dress, sat across the small round table, propping her chin with hands as white as jade, tilting her head quietly observing her lover.
Her purple eyes brimd with happiness and attachnt.
The flower shop remained tranquility.
After a while.
Chen Lun looked at the two pieces of drafted paper at hand, with a subtle smile.
This was the preliminary plan, modified and refined...
His heart couldn’t help but beat faster.
Feeling excited and anticipatory over this "crazy" arrangent of his.
Chen Lun had devised two ceremonies, with locations respectively set on the Sun Continent and Outer Continent, these fabricated fates were both unfolding through a key figure.
’Firstly, I will use the replication of "Proud Sun’s" destiny line in the Immortal Realm as a blueprint to fabricate an entirely new Arno Tresor, turning illusion into reality, making him the focal point for the Sun Continent’s ceremony, unifying the war-torn lands, transforming disorder to order, establishing a new Empire, and becoming the Emperor of a new era, as Andre’s closed loop... Through this ceremony feedback, not only can I smoothly ascend to Sequence One, but perhaps allow Arno to regain mastery of dual Sun authorities and complete an alternative resurrection.’
Chen Lun scrutinized the draft in his hand, brain racing.
’Secondly, I will concurrently fabricate another contrasting character, akin to a mirror reflection, born on the Outer Continent, escalating disruption among the Nine Great Empires to let order devolve into disorder, thus forming a closed loop with Arno’s process... Additionally, it would be best to have this fabricated character embark on the Holy Fire Pathway, so that when the ceremony concludes, I can perfectly inherit the fabricated character’s accumulation through the power of "destiny overlap."’
On this point, Chen Lun had thought it over extensively.
If the ascendancy to [Ouroboros] is awaited upon to utilize "Turn Reality into Illusion" powers, to create a blank true self to walk the Holy Fire Pathway, ti would be tight.
Aside from the years needed for the Promotion Ceremony.
How much ti does Chen Lun have for the blank true self to "develop"?
Hence, "destiny overlap" offers substantial assistance to the plan!
This is entirely akin to a "dress rehearsal" in advance, a private "persistent beta test" launched for himself as GM by Chen Lun.
By then, he only needs to have the blank true self inherit the fabricated character’s powers from the Outer Continent...
"Dear... husband?"
At this mont, Floey spoke a sentence in a strange language with a calm and ethereal voice... her tone sowhat tentative yet playful.
Chen Lun was caught off guard.
He raised his head and saw that lovely blushing face.
Floey’s gaze lowered, pursing her lips as she said:
"Have a sip of tea, dear husband."
Chen Lun chuckled quietly.
This "hotown talk" was taught by him to Floey, considered a little fun between them, albeit sounding slightly odd, it indeed felt more intimate.
Chen Lun raised the teacup, took a sip, and let his gaze settle on Floey’s face, finding her sowhat embarrassed expression amusing.
"Master Jack, added so ’Star Realm Iris’ to the floral tea, found in the materials that it could increase the fertility of Mythical creatures..."
Floey’s eyes sparkled, exchanging glances with the gentleman.
A look of anticipation surfaced on her face.
"Have you finished your work?"
"Huh?"
Chen Lun was taken aback.
The next mont, he saw Floey stand up, her little hand pulling his arm, intending to lead him out the door.
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"By the way, Master Jack, so special positions seem to enhance probability, Floey wants to try..."
"Ahem, this isn’t quite right out here, is it?"
"This is the Moon, Master Jack, twenty-four hours are night... and if you find it too bright, Floey can lower the Night Domain."
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