902: Chapter 902: Are You K?
(Large Chapter for Monthly Ticket) 902: Chapter 902: Are You K?
(Large Chapter for Monthly Ticket) Jie An was lucky; his body didn’t have any major issues, and his soul wasn’t heavily contaminated.
His condition was even much better than Li Cheng’s and Goya’s.
Of course, in contrast, the marks from that Radiant Angel Evil Spirit left on him were more profound.
It wasn’t so kind of tangible contamination.
Under the Eye of Truth, He Ao could still faintly see that deep, indelible mystical connection.
Jie An had visited the underground research facility protected by that Radiant Angel.
He claid to have found so ‘research data’ there, complete with pictures that seed to be about the stars, and it was there that he had obtained his ‘opportunity’ for promotion to B-level.
It ant that from the beginning, he might have ford so inexplicable connection with the Radiant Angel who had died untold years ago.
This incident had deepened that connection.
It was uncertain whether this mystical connection with the deceased angel was good or bad.
Collecting his thoughts, He Ao’s true form returned to his room.
Then, he lifted his hand and from the place close to the chest where the Jade Pendant was tightly against, he took out a page of thin, semi-transparent, pitch-black book page.
A faintly twisting contaminating power emanated from the book page.
Book of Bygone Days page.
Holding this page of the book, resisting the contamination spreading from it, an orangish-grey halo appeared in his pitch-black pupils.
He enveloped the power of the Eye of Truth with his Divine Sense, slowly extending it into the book page, then used these weak forces as a ‘carving knife,’ engraving patterns on the page.
This Book of Bygone Days’ page was different from the Tablet of the Eye of Truth and the Blood-Moistening Jade Pendant; this page contained no pre-established Array or any special Transcendent structure that could be directly used as Array material.
Therefore, He Ao couldn’t directly use his Divine Sense to guide the internal power to form a Control Array but had to slowly input the power of the Eye of Truth into this book page, carving the Array stroke by stroke.
Moreover, the ‘book page’ state was extrely fragile; a slightly excessive force would directly disintegrate it into ash, necessitating a restart.
After several failures, He Ao finally understood the right amount of force to transfer into the page and began slowly carving the Array.
The power he could input at one ti was not much, so He Ao’s progress was slow.
Since his return, throughout the night, he was constantly engraving the Array, even while conversing with Li Cheng, he continued to guide the power from his chest into the book page with his Divine Sense, engraving the Array, simply spending so effort to ‘hide’ the halo in his pupils.
Now, the Control Array on this book page was finally about to be completed.
Sensing the slowly carved Control Array inside the book page, He Ao couldn’t help but hold his breath slowly.
This last bit, if he failed, he’d have to start over, and so people might not be able to wait for him to do it again.
The semi-transparent, pitch-black book page gradually revealed patterns flashing an orangish-grey brilliance, and as He Ao continued his ‘engraving’, the brilliance on these patterns slowly flickered, more clearly outlining a complex Control Array.
The whole Array ford a circle; currently, only the bottom part had a small gap unfilled.
The semi-transparent book page flickered as if making a final resistance, fine cracks erging from it, threatening to shatter the page and the Array together.
A kind of terrifying contamination hidden at the deepest part of the book suddenly showed its fangs; in an instant, it surged along the link between He Ao and the book towards He Ao’s mind.
It aid to appear at the most critical and dangerous mont for He Ao, delivering him a ‘fatal blow.’
Endless hymns to machinery echoed in He Ao’s ears, rotating gears, flashing lights, tearing starry sky, countless scattered images brushed across He Ao’s field of view.
Blood overflowed from He Ao’s eyes, a pain as if his head was being torn apart surged through his mind.
His heart fluctuated and contracted, sounding like rapid, muffled drumbeats.
Yet even so, He Ao’s movents didn’t cease at all, his hand did not even tremble from the intense impact of the contamination.
This page contained the contingency of that Divine Being, which He Ao had long anticipated.
In fact, it would have been illogical for the page not to contain a divine contingency.
This was why he had to complete the Control Array before daring to use this book page.
Bright red tears of blood slid down the young man’s pale cheeks, falling onto the floor with a ‘tick-tock’ sound.
Just as the pitch-black book page was filled with cracks, the circular Array’s last gap at the bottom was filled with scattered light.
Boom—
The entire page of the book broke apart violently, turning into pitch-black ashes.
However, right after, these scattered ashes instantly reassembled, and a translucent black page erged from the void.
From the black page erged a flowing brilliance, which converged into a complex circular Array.
Originally inscribed on the page, it looked sowhat incompatible with it.
Yet now, it seed as if it were fully integrated into the page.
A faint black light flowed along the Array’s pattern, covering every corner of the Array and finally returning to the center where the ‘K’ symbol lay.
Then, the Array disappeared, completely blending into the page.
A hazy glow emanated from the pitch-black page, releasing a gray aura with its flicker.
As this aura dispersed, it expanded into a mass of gray smoke from which a slender chanical arm reached out, with twisted corruption reaching straight for He Ao’s forehead.
Just then, eyes inlaid in an orange-gray inverted triangle swiftly outlined themselves from behind He Ao’s mind, staring at the chanical arm.
Deconstruction!
The chanical arm shattered instantly, turning into scattered brilliance.
The eye behind He Ao swept over these scattered lights, thoroughly deconstructing them.
Leaving these forces to dissipate in the room could potentially cause the entire room to undergo so kind of mutation.
Indeed, had He Ao not controlled it well, even his brief “skirmish” with this essence might have led to nearby rooms morphing into so kind of twisted ‘contaminant.’
Handling any force directly related to Divine Beings or Angels in the Main World had to be done with extre care.
Only after ensuring no residual powers were around did He Ao retract his gaze and focus on the pitch-black page floating in front of him.
The giant eye in the sky slowly disappeared.
He raised his hand, and the page naturally fell into his grasp, now having fully integrated the Array he had just drawn.
Upon his gazing, a blurry image of a planet also slowly appeared from the translucent page.
Although this illusion seed only a two-dinsional image on the page, it changed with He Ao’s perspective just like a holographic image.
And this illusion, He Ao was quite familiar with.
It was the ‘Relic of the Bygone Days’ that he himself had destroyed.
However, it was clear that the strength of this ancient relic was not as great as he had seen before, and as he watched, a stream of information also entered He Ao’s mind through the black page.
The ability of this page was straightforward—it could summon phantasms of the Bygone Days to fight for He Ao.
The ‘Transcendents’ he once encountered in the Relic could now be summoned to beco his ‘comrades,’ although these Transcendents would require ‘Sacrifices’ or ‘Strength’ to support their actions.
The stronger the summoned phantasms, the more ‘Sacrifices’ or ‘Strength’ they would consu.
Theoretically, He Ao could even summon the three incomplete Evil Spirit Angels he had killed in the Relic.
However, He Ao estimated the costs, and his current strength would probably only manage to summon comparatively weaker ‘Radiant Angel Evil Spirits’ and ‘chanical Giant Evil Spirits’—only one of them and not for long.
He absolutely couldn’t sustain a ‘Regicide Evil Spirit.’
Of course, if ‘Sacrifices’ provided the strength, it would be an entirely different matter.
However, He Ao also stumbled upon unexpected fortune; within the pages of the Book of Bygone Days, those two weaker Evil Spirit Angels had ‘nas’: the Radiant Angel Evil Spirit was called ‘Immaculate,’ and the chanical Giant Evil Spirit was nad ‘Wonders Builder.’
Besides summoning the phantasms from the relics of the Bygone Days, He Ao could also summon the ‘phantasms of the past’ of people deeply connected to his Mysticism in the real world.
Theoretically, He Ao could even summon the phantasms of Angels deeply linked to his Mysticism.
However, this ‘Summoning’ had significant limitations.
Firstly, the stronger the phantasm, the more difficult the summoning and the more stringent the requirents for the connection with He Ao’s Mysticism.
It was impossible to summon Any being higher than an Angel, and any divine-related being could hardly be summoned without being detected by Divine Beings through their mystical connections.
Furthermore, if the summoned beings were still alive, they would distinctly sense their summoned phantasms; the more potent the force, the more precise the perception.
If the summoned beings were Angels now, one must obtain their mystical ‘approval’ to perform the summoning.
Moreover, summoning the phantasms related to a Higher Being held risks of losing control.
Of course, the advantages were clear; if He Ao got along well with an Angel, then he could directly have that Angel’s phantasm fight in his stead during battles.
After carefully reviewing the information in his mind, He Ao walked over to the bedside, picked up the landline phone on the hospital bed, and dialed a number.
“Beep—”
The call was quickly connected, and a crisp female voice ca through the other side, “Minister He?”
“Is the temporary hospital ready?”
He Ao asked swiftly.
“It’s ready.”
The response from the other side was just as quick, “It’s at the location I sent you before.”
“Good.”
He Ao nodded slightly and hung up the phone.
Then he looked at the page in his hand again, finishing the depiction of the Control Array on the page was not his only purpose.
He held the page, and the orange-gray circle reappeared in his field of view.
Staring at the page where invisible lines extended into the void, the Velora appeared behind him, and he entered the Velora, imdiately activating the page in his hand with all his might.
Accompanied by a certain invisible breath spreading from the void, his entire field of view flickered briefly.
When he looked up again, gazing out of the window, his entire ‘field of view’ was filled with invisible ‘bubbles’.
These densely packed ‘bubbles’ were once part of the Angel’s Descending Ceremony in the Relic of the Bygone Days.
He Ao had destroyed the Relic of the Bygone Days, killed the Angel, but the whole ceremony had not completely collapsed.
Prior to beginning the destruction of the Relic of the Bygone Days, he had tried to find those from the Main World who had gone ‘missing’ within the Relic, only to discover that there were no missing persons left there.
It seed that the missing persons had vanished even before tentacles had soared.
At that ti, He Ao realized that this ‘ceremony’ probably had a ‘backup plan’.
The one presiding over the ceremony would not care about the lives of these missing persons unless these nurous missing persons were still good ‘ritual materials’.
Naturally, the missing persons couldn’t be sent back to the Main World, and there weren’t many places within the entire ceremony that could contain ‘life’.
Apart from the Relic of the Bygone Days, there was only this ‘crevice’ located between the Relic of the Bygone Days and the Main World.
He raised his head, looking into the pitch-black depths.
Under the influence of the Eye of Truth, at the very depths of this void, so invisible force seed to be dragging both the void and those bubble spaces, attempting to connect them with a special ‘interface’.
Clearly, the person behind the scenes was trying to reconstruct the ceremony, using these bubble spaces and the Main World’s ‘missing persons’ to play the ‘Descending Ga’ once more.
Even if the Descending Ga could not be played, so many people might be enough for Them to sacrifice for a Main World coordinate.
But sotis, ideals are beautiful.
He Ao slowly raised the pitch-black page in his hand.
The Book of Bygone Days’ page had once been the core of the Relic of the Bygone Days, in other words, the core of the original ceremony.
Before a new ceremony was constructed, this page still had decisive control over the entire ceremony.
This was also the reason He Ao was in a rush to completely control this page, as ti dragged on, a new ceremony would be constructed.
Holding the page that emitted faint glimrs, He Ao raised his head, looked toward the deepest part of the void, and smirked.
That force seed to sense sothing and imdiately gave up dragging the void and the bubble spaces, and all bubbles in the complete void started to rapidly shrivel and shatter.
He was about to forcibly sacrifice all the ‘sacrifices’ in this void.
At this mont, He Ao had already raised the page in his hand.
Countless glimrs converged on the surface of the page, and the intricate Control Array reerged on the surface of the page.
Eventually, all light converged onto the character ‘K’, and then suddenly burst forth.
The pitch-black light montarily ‘illuminated’ the entire void as it passed through the windows of the train moving through the void.
Ritual reversal!
Pop—
Accompanied by a sound that seed both invisible and visible, a decaying bubble space in the void instantly disappeared.
Pop pop—
Then, more bubbles vanished.
The power required for the reversal ritual was imnse, and there wasn’t much power left in the ritual itself.
Thus, He Ao, following the permissions granted by the core page of the ritual, borrowed so power from the ritual’s connection to this invisible force to maintain the reversal.
Pop pop pop—
Nurous bubbles, like naturally annihilating bubbles, disappeared one after another, faster and faster, until almost completely diminished.
The vast ‘nothingness’ that housed these bubble spaces began to distort and collapse rapidly.
A trendous force tore through this nothingness, about to descend.
At that mont, the Velora, radiating black brilliance, plunged into the rift amidst the void.
The untargeted ferocious power instantly flooded the entire void.
——
It took so ti for He Ao to get back to the sanatorium.
After disembarking from the Velora, which disappeared again into the void, he rubbed his dizzy head.
He picked up a snuff bottle, brought it to his nose, and took a deep inhale, slightly relaxing afterward.
His body hadn’t recovered much, just enough to function.
Whenever he exerted strength, his head throbbed painfully as if exploding.
He leaned back on the hospital bed and took a deep breath.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling—
At that mont, the telephone beside him suddenly rang.
He Ao lifted his hand and answered the call.
“Hello, is this Minister He?”
Yan Yue almost instantly shouted with a hint of surprise as soon as the call connected, “I’ve been trying to call you…”
“It’s , don’t worry, take your ti,”
He Ao said slowly, leaning on the bed.
“All those missing people have returned,”
Yan Yue seed to catch her breath quickly before continuing, “I’m arranging to have them taken to temporary hospitals.
So are unconscious, and so are still awake…
“They seem confused about what happened.
Most people say they went back to the past…
“So are muttering ‘K’, ‘world destruction’, and ‘savior’.
They seem to think the world was destroyed in the past and that ‘K’ saved them.
“This belief is widespread throughout the Western Lands but seems particularly prominent among the missing…”
“Sis, are you talking to ‘K’ on the phone?”
At that mont, a young girl’s voice echoed over the phone.
“Ah, no, I’m not,”
Yan Yue almost imdiately replied, “Little one, aren’t you a missing person?
Is your brother here?
Families aren’t allowed here…
Hey, don’t snatch my phone…
Sister can be quite fierce, you know…”
At this point, a youthful, slightly fearful voice ca through, “Hello, are you ‘K’?”
He Ao opened his mouth but before he could answer, the timid voice continued,
“Thank you.”
The call then teed with sounds of a struggle over the phone, accompanied by the spanking of a little child.
He Ao, leaning back on the bed, looked out at the clear sky through the window, his lips slowly curving into a faint smile.
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