Being trapped within the world’s cage, trying to play gas with the world is, in itself, a very laughable affair.
Though gods are lofty, they have lost much, and letting go may not be a bad thing!"
Uncertain whether the person before him was Archduke Madelena or the world consciousness, Hudson spoke much more cautiously.
He tried to disguise himself as soone who believed in and conford to destiny.
After all, to the world consciousness, the reincarnations of the gods are considered unstable elents needing to be purged.
To avoid becoming a target, one must show as much compliance as possible.
Hudson had too many secrets. Especially his identity as a traveler; if exposed, it would be disastrous.
From the world consciousness’s perspective, travelers and those invaders from different dinsions are essentially the sa, differing only in their ans of arrival.
Recalling the miserable fates of those invaders, Hudson did not want to beco nourishnt for the world’s growth.
"Your Marshal, truly insightful, worthy of one who practices the rule of fate.
Perhaps you foresaw all of this long ago, and our sches, in your eyes, are but a joke.
It seems the gods underestimated you; how could one who controls the most enigmatic rule of fate be idle?
Your past diocre performance was deliberate, ant to mislead everyone’s judgnt.
The facts prove you succeeded.
You observed the gods’ conspiracies with a cold eye.
After your reincarnation was succeeded, you resisted temptations and ceased to wield worldly authority.
Frankly, I had my suspicions before, but unfortunately, I couldn’t resist the allure of power.
The current predicant is purely self-inflicted.
The world consciousness gave us many chances, but unfortunately, we all missed them.
That we can retain our awareness is probably a gift from the world consciousness, but how long this blessing lasts, who can say?"
As if seeing through the mundane world, Archduke Madelena’s words were completely devoid of emotional fluctuations.
This scene was undoubtedly a huge stimulus to Hudson.
The reincarnations of the gods were indeed assimilated by the rule, as he had suspected.
That Archduke Madelena could retain her awareness was not only due to infrequent actions but likely also because of the rit previously established by deploying the teleportation array in the final battle.
From the known information, it appears that while the world developed self-awareness, it still operates according to its rules.
"Your Highness, that’s too pessimistic.
The world consciousness is so great, why would it bother with you over such details?
Once the punishnt is over, things will pass.
Find an opportunity later to make ands, and repay what is owed.
The concentration of magical elents has increased again; the Third Order of the Sanctuary is no longer the limit.
With the world’s growth, our future holds limitless possibilities; how can we easily speak of giving up!"
Hudson subtly flattered the world consciousness.
Unsure of how much effect it might have, he just knew he didn’t want to offend this entity.
"Your Marshal, indeed a good point.
The world consciousness cannot do everything by itself; to maintain normal developnt, there needs to be those who do the work.
Puppets without consciousness are surely not as effective as those with awareness.
Your Marshal, you must have reached the Fourth Order of the Sanctum. Would you kindly tell , what exactly is that realm?"
Archduke Madelena asked with concern.
For the reincarnations of the gods, the Fourth Order of the Sanctum is also a mystery.
In the Ancient Era, so beings broke through, but the gods, to maintain their status, chose to eliminate them with force.
The gods had once jointly killed strongn of the Fourth Order of the Sanctum, but their understanding of this realm remained nearly nil.
"Your Highness, this realm is not as mysterious as you imagine.
Like the previous three realms, the Fourth Order of the Sanctum still involves the Domain Rule.
The Law is far grander than you imagine; what we previously comprehended was rely the tip of the iceberg.
Once the understanding of the rule domain is profound enough, one can naturally cross the realm.
As for controlling the rule as so speculate, it’s pure wishful thinking.
Perhaps one day in the future, with ongoing cultivation, controlling the rule might be possible, but it is absolutely not sothing the Fourth Order of the Sanctum can achieve."
Hudson replied helplessly.
The truth is often discouraging.
Yet he withheld so details from his explanation.
Under normal circumstances, the rules within the realm of Light make the Third Order of the Sanctuary the limit.
To go further, one must comprehend more of the rules.
Hudson suspected that in the Ancient Era, those strongn who could break through to the Fourth Order of the Sanctum had experiences in the Other World by chance.
Or perhaps, like him, they were outsiders themselves.
It was rather awkward for the native strongn.
It wasn’t that they lacked capability, but that they were truly constrained by the world.
Perhaps, as the world evolves and the rules beco complete, understanding the rules within the world might be enough to surpass this step.
...
After leaving the Imperial Palace, Hudson did not imdiately return to his old haunt but went to check on the state of other gods’ reincarnations.
As he had guessed, the reincarnations of the gods were not in good shape. To be able to preserve one’s sanity was considered fortunate.
"Eminent Guna, haven’t you been affected?"
At the entrance of a small tavern, Hudson asked with surprise.
The invasion by different races was a joint sche of the gods; everyone paid the price for it, and yet, there were those who erged unscathed.
"Your Marshal, haven’t you been unaffected too?
You are well-versed in the rule of fate and can perceive anomalies from the threads of fate. Naturally, I can sense danger too.
Don’t forget, the Continent of Aslante is my ho ground. Here, I have the most followers, a little augntation is not too much to ask for!"
After revealing her identity, Guna glared hard at Hudson.
While the decline in faith was primarily triggered by the fall of the gods, the split of the Church was also a significant factor.
If the Dawn Church hadn’t splintered and remained at the pinnacle of the continent, even if the gods fell, the church leaders would have found ways to stabilize the faith for their own benefit.
"Haha...
This is indeed a tiny bit of augntation!
But the Power of Faith also has its drawbacks. The desires of all beings are manifold, and faith encompasses countless distracting thoughts, making it impossible to achieve.
For us, this faith, akin to sweet honey, is best discarded promptly!"
Hudson earnestly advised.
His tone carried sincerity, and in his brows was an expression of looking out for her, as if advising an old friend who had strayed off course.
"So, I should actually thank you!"
Eminent Guna gritted out.
Ruining her church, seizing the divine artifacts she granted to her followers, yet playing the good guy in front of her—it was infuriating.
If not for her inability to defeat Hudson, she would have already turned hostile.
A tiger in a plain gets bullied by dogs.
The world consciousness was ruthless, destroying the gods’ artifacts and collections as it sent them off, leaving them penniless.
Those divine artifacts they once disdained and bestowed upon followers suddenly beca highly prized.
After several "friendly" negotiations, Guna managed to reclaim two of the three inherited artifacts from the Dawn Sect.
The last Holy Sword of Light, after failed negotiations with Hudson, she had to painfully abandon.
"We are old friends; such trivial matters needn’t be taken to heart.
Let the past be swept away by the winds.
The road ahead is long, and those familiar faces who will accompany us for millennia will only beco fewer."
Hudson spoke with a tinge of sorrow.
The greatest enemy of the immortal is loneliness.
As the old companions around one depart continuously, one cannot help but grow old at heart.
"You really are different now!
Do people beco unreliable once they have children?
But your mastery is about to surpass the Fourth Order of the Sanctum; it doesn’t seem like there’s a problem with your cultivation, which is very unusual."
Upon hearing Guna’s grumbling, Hudson broke out in a cold sweat.
This was the side-effect of the God of Destiny’s disguise.
An ancient being who had lived tens of thousands of years, accustod to enduring solitude, with a heart long solidified.
Expressing sentints over the passing of ti and the departure of old friends was grossly out of character for the masked persona.
"All right, after eting the old friend, I’ll be off now."
After speaking, Hudson chose to vanish imdiately.
The world had developed self-awareness, so a top-tier strongman like him was inevitably under close watch.
The God of Destiny’s disguise could not yet be discarded.
Otherwise, his current pace of cultivation would be inexplicable.
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