His words brought a bright smile to Astaria’s face.
Seeing such a dazzling smile, Anon’s grin grew wider, and he looked toward her, asking, "So, how do I go about nurturing a paradisical soul?"
Tilting her head, she asked instead, "Weren’t you so determined to stick in one corner of the universe and consolidate your otherworldly ascension?"
Anon nodded in agreent, saying with a pleasant expression, "Spending eight hundred and seventy-seven years ditating under the World Tree is enticing, and it’s sothing that I do wish to do."
There was nothing wrong with being cautious, and that was his intention from the mont he succeeded in his otherworldly ascension.
The Omniscient Saintess granted him imnse security.
He was almost guaranteed to be safe during his otherworldly consolidation if he opted to ditate under the World Tree for that stretch of ti.
However, he thought of his own logical conclusion, and then he thought back to his otherworldly ascension, which was similarly deed impossible and improbable by the Human Lord.
Leaning over the table slightly, he squinted his eyes when looking at Astaria and did not hide his true core of thoughts, "Back then, my otherworldly ascension was deed to be impossible by my father..."
"But he went on to say that I’ll beco a threat, even to him, by succeeding." Anon snickered lightly, "Yes, I do believe in caution. Being cautious is a smarter, more logical pathway, but to succeed in doing sothing illogical once more... this is a path I must leap toward."
His path led him to confront the incomprehensible.
His success or demise would directly correlate to whether his path would then co to an end, or truly unfurl before his eyes.
But to reach that point, and to have any chance of confronting the incomprehensible, his journey leading up to that point had to be an inconceivable one.
Astaria pursed her lips in thought.
The existence that sat opposite to her was of a lesser existence, but she completely understood...
’He is brilliant, and even more brilliant than one can imagine.’
Yes, this was her husband.
It was only natural for a wife to be proud of her husband.
They had even shared a single consciousness, consummating their marriage the Elven way.
Though he had not kowtowed to the World Tree, the union of souls was the most important Elven tradition when consummating a marriage.
More than that, due to his inherent nature, she understood that the Elven tradition of kowtowing to the World Tree was not sothing he would do.
"Logically, it is impossible, yes. But, my dear, I think you’re missing sothing here," she said whilst pointing at her chest, "On the most fundantal level, cosmic logic cannot define you."
"You do not even cultivate like others, so why would being a Primary-Level Dinsion Lord to nurture a paradisical soul matter to you?"
Thrum!
These words reverberated through his mind almost as violently as the explosion that created the universe, and in truth, it was really akin to a universe unfolding within his mind.
Her words caused his eyes to widen, allowing him to see for the first ti.
’Yes, yes... why trap myself within the confines of cosmic logic?’
’With the passing of forty-six cosmic cycles, and the birth and destruction of innurable otherworldly creatures, this logic has been cented as law, but has there been one such otherworldly creature similar to ?’
It was true that knowledge was a double-edged sword. So easy it was to limit oneself within such a thick layer of logical confinent.
Since he had already decided to follow through with her suggestion, her words only served to augnt his determination in nurturing a paradisical soul.
"A paradisical soul would allow to forge a Level Five Willpower rather easily, and you said I would be capable of instantly consolidating my otherworldly ascension as well?" Anon voiced his thoughts, "However, to go about nurturing this paradisical soul... I’ll need your help."
He had no idea what she was thinking, and even less of an idea about nurturing a paradisical soul.
"In the coming years, an opportunity to nurture a paradisical soul will present itself," Astaria calmly revealed words capable of driving Dinsion Lords mad.
Anon’s eyes lit up as well.
What a beautiful woman she was, his love.
However, the tone of her voice quickly grew more concerning.
"In truth, for you, my dear, nurturing a paradisical soul would be a simpler matter than actually grasping this opportunity."
Sighing, she continued by saying, "There will be so troubleso entities battling for this opportunity. Of which, the most troubleso will be the Temporal Investigators and Primary-Level Dinsion Lords."
"Primary-Level Dinsion Lords?" Anon muttered and thought back to the Elven Envoy, Elandriel.
He was not too terrified of eting a Secondary-Level Dinsion Lord. Even though they were more powerful than him, once they confronted him in the cosmic space, he was confident in escaping with his life.
But a Primary-Level Dinsion Lord?
Much less multiple, only one was likely enough to obliterate his body.
Back then, didn’t he feel threatened, hence why he was so subtly aggressive with Elandriel?
It was due to the strength of a Primary-Level Dinsion Lord.
He remained silent for so ti, deep in thought.
The more powerful one beca, the simpler one beca.
Throughout mortal existence, there were more than one instance where the weak outsmarted and defeated the strong.
Though vast disparities existed between them, no matter how vast the disparity was, it was all within the bounds of mortal existence.
In the realm of the otherworldly, the strong could be more daft than the weak, but the weak will never be capable of outsmarting the strong.
With a single glance, the strong could completely see through the weak.
Unless one was an incomprehensible existence, then scheming and conspiring was absolutely a aningless action.
Then again...
Anon looked at the pinnacle of beauty that sat opposite him.
If there was anyone who could sche, shouldn’t it be the omniscient one?
Looking at Astaria with such thoughts, the latter did not need to deduce much to understand such a gaze.
"Indeed, dear husband, the matter of grasping this opportunity is inherently complex, but unraveling a path to success is not impossible or improbable for your wife."
The more she spoke, the more beautiful she beca in his eyes.
He really liked knowledge, and he had co to love power even more. Now, there was an existence of utmost beauty that assisted him in grasping both...
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