Chapter 843: Chapter 710: Observer of a Historic Argunt
Tang Qi naturally didn’t concern himself with how his fellow Sword Holders implanted mories into the passengers. After entering his own room, he imdiately cast an Illusion Spell and then summoned the “Fool’s Ship.” With the elegant wooden boat’s bow rising, he returned to the Dream Kingdom.
At the Dream Tower, Tang Qi first glanced at the “Divine Pollution Removal Team” led by Amanda and White rlin. Although the progress couldn’t be described as remarkable, obvious results could indeed be seen.
Once the ti is ripe, he will learn from the previous self-rescue of the Master of the Crucible, using a wide net approach to recruit a sufficient number of followers for his Dream Kingdom. Tang Qi eagerly anticipated that perhaps it would be the day his strength would grow explosively.
Retracting his gaze, his attention returned to the two things floating before the workbench.
Black Crystal Long Spear!
Miniature Universe!
The forr is a fragnt of a certain Divine Artifact, and even though it’s just a small fragnt, the power it exhibits is undeniably horrifying.
In the true history witnessed within the Paradise, a Dom Giant entering its mature stage was accidentally pierced by it, without the slightest ability to resist, pinned helplessly to the spot. If not for the accidental birth of the Ti Air Bubble, Paradise would not have survived.
Tang Qi swept over it with a gaze reserved for rare collectibles, his eyes indeed bursting with an intensely bright ghost light.
[Extraordinary Artifact: Gun of Life Destruction]
[State: Gun Tip Fragnt.]
[Information Fragnt One: Once the weapon of a Powerful God, the god of Death, Pain, and Despair ‘Balast,’ after Balast fell during the Great Catastrophe, their weapon also shattered into nurous fragnts, scattered throughout the Mysterious Side.]
[Information Fragnt Two: Any living being hard by this fragnt will perpetually feel pain and despair, eventually leading to death. Using it requires a check, which cannot be passed by those of the Order and Good Camp.]
[Information Fragnt Three: For similar camps, like Transcendents of the Death God faction, this fragnt is a Supre treasure.]
[Information Fragnt Three: Collect all the fragnts to restore the complete Gun of Life Destruction, with a chance to acquire Balast’s legacy.]
…
As the information flowed, a slight smile appeared at the corner of Tang Qi’s mouth, though it wasn’t very obvious.
He had long expected the terrifying origin the fragnt would possess.
“If my knowledge of mysticism isn’t mistaken, regardless of the ti and space Paradise exists in, or this world, Balast’s outco remains the sa, having fallen in what is referred to as the ‘Great Catastrophe,’ and their Divine Artifact also went missing.”
“Is this a coincidence? Or is it destined?”
With a thought, Tang Qi’s gaze moved past the fragnt, focusing on the true “main event” in front of him.
He directly got up, left the area behind the workbench, and approached the “Miniature Universe” composed of phosphor, gas, and other substances.
It is essentially a graffiti work, authored by a Dom Giant.
Paradise claid: Once trapped within the bubble, they began docunting so bizarre, chaotic, and terrifying scenes they saw. This creation spanned long years, during which no other reader existed, aside from themselves.
They were naturally generating power through love, simply feeling unbearably bored, thinking they needed to docunt sothing to pass the interminably long years.
As his gaze settled on it, fascinating information fragnts naturally flowed out.
[Extraordinary Artifact: Mysterious Graffito.]
[State: Unknown.]
[Information Fragnt One: A graffito created by a special Dom Giant, with ‘ink’ composed of Ti Dust, possessing almost indestructible properties. It can also provide the viewer with an extrely unique experience.]
[Information Fragnt Two: So contents of this work exhibit sensitive, uncontrollable characteristics, and viewing it in a non-secret environnt could lead to unknown consequences.]
[Information Fragnt Three: Each viewing of this work requires an intelligence check, and those who fail cannot view it.]
“Sensitive and uncontrollable?”
Looking at the second fragnt in his mind, Tang Qi felt a sense of validation for a premonition.
He could have viewed Paradise’s graffito back on the Siren, but trusting his intuition, he ca to the Dream Kingdom for viewing.
Evidently, had he been careless at the ti and directly read it on the Siren, so of the content within this work would have triggered undesirable consequences.
To Tang Qi, the so-called “unknown” is inevitably tied to horror.
Coupled with the vague information he already knew, Tang Qi imdiately predicted:
“The scenes depicted by Paradise undoubtedly include so that relate to the Great Catastrophe, the Origin Divine Race, and the reopening of the tiline, all forming a series of historical enigmas.”
As this thought erged, Tang Qi unhesitantly reached out a hand, probing into the swirling, universe-like interior of the artwork.
It was like a silent explosion, with the mysterious, miniature universe instantly bursting open, engulfing Tang Qi completely.
Tang Qi stood in place, able to feel that he still stood within his Dream Tower.
Beneath his feet remained the Tower Laboratory.
Yet before his eyes was an incredibly real, dreamlike scene.
It was as if countless layers of oil paintings were stacked on top of each other, with colors so vivid the eyes couldn’t adapt. Each painting seed crafted by a master, and no matter where you looked or how many steps you took, new scenes unfolded before you.
This ant Paradise had graffitied many scenes, each presenting an extrely powerful impact.
Tang Qi barely had ti to marvel at the timid boy Paradise, who, over long years, had self-taught to beco an artist.
Quickly, he discovered that so of these “images” were normal, while others seed severely disturbed, constantly distorting and flickering.
And then, at that mont, an understanding dawned upon him as the mysterious flow of information moved through him.
Tang Qi took a few steps, overcoming the disorienting detachnt from reality, and began selecting the first piece he wished to view.
Any scene depicted by Paradise within the ti air bubble, regardless of how bizarre or distorted, might potentially be linked to the Great Catastrophe, the Origin Divine Race, or the historical mists surrounding the resetting tiline.
He spent a few seconds selecting, feeling only an increasing dizziness, with no clear indication of what they depicted on the surface.
“Clearly, if Paradise returns to my holand in the previous life, any depicted scene could restore the greatest extent possible, even if indirectly.”
Simply put, he took a few seconds to choose, and apart from the mounting vertigo, there were no obvious indicators of what he was seeing.
In the Ti Air Bubble, Paradise depicted scenes, and that any scene could relate to those historical enigmas and maximize their restoration.
Tang Qi couldn’t discern what exactly was being depicted from their surface alone.
Apparently, if Paradise had returned to his holand in a forr life, any scene he depicted could have connected indirectly to the greatest extent possible with what happened then.
He finally picked one, a stable, three-dinsional, yet fundantally still a colorful blob scene, on which a painting was faintly visible depicting what appeared to be two distorted keepers.
“Mysterious mystic?”
Just as the thought arose in Tang Qi’s mind, the colorful blob before his eyes abruptly disintegrated, as if in a silent explosion.
“Is this…?”
“Holy Hall!”
Raising an eyebrow, Tang Qi was surprised as he found himself recognizing the scene.
That familiar chamber with the Lord of Light’s statue, where dark maroon curtains and glistening glaze decorated the room…most polymaths would recognize this as the Bright Church on the New Continent.
Within, there resided two individuals.
“Martin Sims!”
Once again, Tang Qi saw an old acquaintance.
Shortly, Tang Qi noticed that this ti, he was not observing a profoundly mysterious or unknown historical enigma but instead witnessing sothing that compelled him to roll his eyes in exasperation.
The argunt was between Confessor Martin Sims and soone else, not the fabled serene and sanctimonious Lady Teresa, who at that mont was all flushed, a torrent of frustration visible as she asked, “Who but the Lord of Light would need your service?”
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