The Elven race.
The mission itself was deed safe; however, the complexity of the matter was high. He only sought a period in which he could safely achieve otherworldly consolidation...
These thousand years were vital to him.
Though cosmic providence would’ve accelerated his otherworldly consolidation to a degree, it was insignificant. There were still over nine hundred remaining.
"I’ve decided on this mission," he uttered to the dream spirit.
Feverishly, she saluted him like a soldier saluting the commander, and the mysteries of the dream domain swirled around the dream window.
Thereafter, he stood up.
Once acquiring the key, entering the Domain of Dreams was simple. Even simpler was exiting this alternate dinsion.
Under his vertical third eye, the very dinsion itself deconstructed, and a spatial layer that was no different than a glass mirror, revealing the cosmic space, or more accurately, the cosmic void within the room of dreaming.
Simply by stepping into this spatial layer, he would return to the cosmic space.
But if he did so, he would certainly suffer.
The mont he returned to the cosmic space, an Overlord would snatch him or kill him in an attempt to snatch him.
Planet Eldara’s fate was already predetermined.
What?!
Golden blood spurted out of his third eye.
The principle of Destiny within his existence trembled and almost caused his inner world to shatter from prying into the secrets of an Overlord.
However, this was a natural warning from the principle of Destiny, and he had not attempted to pry into anything.
Naturally, he did not know of any of this.
An otherworldly knight could not peer into the mysteries of an Overlord, nor could his principle of Destiny, which had not even seen ten percent of it enlightened...
He remained unaware of his fated doom.
The dream spirit suddenly roared, "Young Lord! Do not return...!"
.....
One must understand, there was a multi-layered sche that spanned a length of ti greater than the life of the cosmic space.
Creatures incomprehensible in nature had sched and conspired; however, the center of these sches, a mortal at the ti, had defied their preordained commands, and what they sought had not co to fruition.
This was but a single reaction to their outrage, but the creatures of the cosmic space did not necessarily understand this.
To them, everything occurred very naturally.
Upon giving birth to the Ghost Autarch, the Astral Void species beca one of the dominant species across the cosmic space.
They dominated an entire Archaic region; however, that region was one without life.
There were no planets, no stars, and even light did not exist in that Archaic region.
The Astral Void species were creatures that sotis remained in a dormant state for their entire lives, dying without forming consciousness.
These were creatures that were born from the void of space itself, or more accurately, they were the very manifestation of the void.
They did not mingle with the cosmic order, and each mber of that race remained within that single, forbidden Archaic region.
This remained so even with the birth of the second Ghost Autarch.
Inherently, they were rely observers of this world.
However, there was a mber of this Astral Void species who, upon awakening from dormancy, did not align with this detached way.
Instead, it enlightened a principle that was unique amongst the entire Astral Void, and rather than observing, detached, this principle was easier to enlighten when this mber of the Astral Void species dissected and analyzed the creations of the cosmic space.
To observe, detached, or to dissect and analyze.
For this creature, the nature of the Astral Void species, and its inherent obsession to observe rather than to analyze, ant to detach, rather than mingle...
But it could not detach itself; otherwise, it would effectively sever its only hope of becoming a Ghost Autarch of the Astral Void species.
This mber of the Astral Void species knew that the inherent nature of other mbers of its species, the Astral Void, was to be of no desire, to be of no feeling, to be of no mind.
To be emotionless by not desiring, to be silent by not making any noise, to be untouchable by not touching.
However, it desired, and then it voiced, and after, it touched, it sliced, it dissected, it analyzed...
This was the birth of the third Ghost Autarch, the Wandering.
The Wandering analyzed all mysteries, dissecting what could not be understood to understand it, and then sever what was beneficial and assimilate with the good, and rid the bad.
Due to this, the Wandering had an obsession with the dominant species across the cosmic space, and it was especially the case for the Human species.
The Human species had given birth to a Dragon Burial Origin Ancestor.
This was the only Overlord that was revered even amongst the Overlords of the cosmic space, and the Wandering desired to dissect Him.
But to go about dissecting Him was to go about seeking its own death.
No sche could survive under the pressure of overwhelming power...
A thousand or so years ago, word spread across the cosmic space about a mortal existence that had achieved ascension.
Allegedly, it had achieved sothing that even the Dragon Burial Origin Ancestor had failed to achieve... and then it was revealed that this was the son of that Dragon Burial Origin Ancestor.
Imdiately, the credibility of the story was amplified 480 billion tis.
So those who desired to see through the secrets of the Dragon Burial Origin Ancestor instead focused their eyes on the son of that entity...!
All of a sudden, the Overlords began scheming against an otherworldly knight, and in the blink of an eye, much beyond their expectations, an opportunity arrived.
One must understand, when the Overlords sched, they expected results hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years later.
The cosmic space was currently wrapped in sches that had begun since the great cataclysm, and had not yet matured...
They may not ever mature...
So might doubt, others might hesitate, but the Wandering would not. The Wandering had a desire that perated its paradisical soul.
Such a desire was so maddening that unfathomable souls would explode.
The Wandering’s paradisical gaze pierced through past, present, and future, and Anon’s entrance into the Domain of Dreams was a most brilliant opportunity.
Even if the residual aura of the Weaver of Dreams was present on planet Eldara, this was but an insignificant Dinsion Lord.
Even if this was within the depths of the Human Domain, only an Avatar of the Human Lord resided in the sa minor region.
One must not underestimate the ans of an Overlord... especially, an Overlord like the Wandering, who assimilates with the perks of others, and abandons its own imperfections.
The Wandering was... The Wandering was...
It was an amalgamation of elegance and otherworldliness, nurturing a form that exuded grace and power incomprehensible in nature.
This was a partially ethereal figure, appearing as though it was draped in a veil of mist and light, creating a visage of impermanence.
Its body appeared to be created from intricate celestial patterns resembling galaxies and cosmic symbols, which swirled and pulsed with energy.
At the center of its being was a heart-like shape that glowed radiantly, surrounded by a halo of shimring orbs that represented celestial bodies.
The appendages extending from its sides resembled flowing tendrils or ethereal flas, giving it an almost angelic appearance, yet rooted in the mysterious fabric of the void.
Its lower half appeared to dissolve into the void, enhancing its ghostly essence.
This was a fusion of infinite cosmic mysteries that ford a whole, a humanoid whole, because the human was the spirit of creation...
It resided within an alternate dinsion that mirrored the cosmic space, so it stood above planet Eldara.
However, for the first ti in cycles, it was confused.
Humanity’s Young Lord certainly existed in the past; however, where was his present existence?
The Young Lord had a physique even more complex than a Transcendent physique, so Eldara’s ti flow could not contain his existence.
To pluck him from the cosmic space’s past would be an incredibly strenuous matter, and it would certainly alert the entire Pantheon of Overlords across the cosmic space.
Overlords were not supposed to mingle with the cosmic space...
No.
The cosmic space’s ti flow, which enveloped planet Eldara, was forcefully halted. The Wandering made his move.
"Recently, the Astral Void race has birthed a Fourth Ghost Autarch, so the Third has co seeking its own demise."
The grating voice of the Temporal Palace Master caused the cosmic space’s ti flow to crystallize and shatter like glass...
The Wandering’s entire form was seemingly stuck in ti.
"The Astral Void race struggles to give birth to Overlords," The Weaver of Dreams took action for the first ti in the cosmic space, "And my Human species births Overlords as easily as birthing Dinsion Lords, so where does your confidence originate from?"
Her single eye was tens of thousands of tis larger than Blue Wave Starfield.
Her two eyes were spread across the entirety of the minor region, burning with the most dreamy of auras.
In scheming against an otherworldly knight, the Wandering instantly fell prey to the sches of other Overlords.
"This little thing dares to have desires for my nephew?"
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