Capítulo 1289: Chapter 134: Hour of Silence (2)
“The plan I made back then was to rely on the Civilization Front to control the Shining Dragon and seal it away!” Seviss grinned, “There’s still a backup plan, could you help find 51 Manifestation Mages…”
“Can we make up 51 if we all combine?” Agent Will felt deeply troubled. With the fight reaching this state, where could they muster 51 Manifestation Mages? They’d be grateful to have 5 with full energy. At that ti, Gaius released his battle axe, turning it into a beam of silver light that returned to the Star Soul armor.
“An ergency Skill has been revamped in the New Civilization Front. Have the Family Head of the Origin Families carry the corresponding Totem to various parts of the Northern Continent. You and I will coordinate to initiate the ritual in teor City, pinning the giant dragon topography onto the Northern Continent,” Gaius said.
Seviss was overjoyed: “Not bad, kid, you even made an ergency contingency plan?”
“I don’t want to rule a devastated country,” Gaius said coldly, “Originally, as the United Totem, I should personally serve as the managent core. Now, I have to gamble with the Heart of the Shining Change, hurry!”
“All the Origin Families’ Family Heads who still have strength, co gather!”
Seviss shouted while shooting into the sky, a bullet whistled skyward, exploding into colorful ribbons that drifted toward the city, gathering each Family Head. The first to arrive was a visibly thrilled Jago, followed by a disbelieving Bai Aoli and a dirt-sared Jin, with Onowell arriving slightly later. They looked at each other with a sense of absurdity, having spent a lifeti fighting overtly and covertly, only to reunite today under the command of the Legendary Saint to save the United.
Seviss nodded in satisfaction: “Stabilize the situation first, we’ll talk later. Will, you take the Gun of Punishnt for Marcius. Where’s Hadrian?”
“Honorable Saint, Hadrian is here.”
A rainbow streaked from the distant east, “Rainbow Winged Lord” Hadrian Celeste smiled as he flew over, with a point of his fingertip retrieving his family’s Totem, a colorful butterfly that fluttered around the old man. With a clap of his hands, he summoned six rainbow bridges connecting to the hotowns of each Family Head.
“Co on up, children,” the old man said with a benevolent smile, “If we delay any longer, there won’t be enough ti. Let take you a ways.”
No one objected. The grandfather himself was the greatest source of trust. They stepped onto the rainbow heading to various parts of the United, while Hadrian himself did not leave, only letting the butterfly leisurely fly toward Linghong State.
Seviss glanced at him, thinking how the Hadrian family had always been like this since a thousand years ago, unable to move when encountering sothing interesting. She felt a slight relief, the current Family Head was at least more reliable than those from a millennium ago, not babbling about noble honor, traditions, and pretentious pride at critical monts.
After all, a thousand years had passed, society should have changed.
Gaius and the Star Soul Dragon were ready. She held the Heart of the Shining Change to her chest, preparing to perform the environntal stabilization Skill. At this mont, a gentle breeze brushed past her ear, causing Seviss to nearly choke: “Damn! Please, can you read the mood and not ss around right now? It’s a matter of life and death this ti!”
It was Xu Ying, who, like a little girl, leaned forward with hands behind her back, mischievously blowing on Seviss.
“It’s not a prank, I’m here to help,” Xu Ying said cheerfully, “The observational process this ti is quite interesting, so I’ve decided to give you a little help. After all, many old friends have co here!”
Hearing this, Seviss looked down, noticing a faint gleam of vitreous light emanating from the heart of a Superpower User in the disintegrating theater city below. She frowned.
“…King of Greed?”
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Gongsun Ce instinctively sensed he wasn’t lying on a sickbed, nor was he within his mind’s temple. This place was too cold and eerie, like the underworld mixed with nine layers of abyss, rolled through the cosmic vacuum. More importantly, he felt he hadn’t been unconscious for long, a few seconds ago—at most half a minute—he was still delivering the final blow to Situ Yi.
In an instant, he was a bit anxious, wondering if he was still in a drama. He opened his eyes, seeing a world veiled in a hazy mist, where a pale man in grey robes and a high crown sat within, imnsely tall, yet his head was rather small, with long hair covering his face, exposing only one eye. Gongsun Ce was startled at the outline, then relaxed his guard. He constrained his thoughts, silently ditating in his heart.
I am a droplet. Drip, drop.
“You are not a droplet, you are a fla. A fiercely burning, grey fla!” the grey-robed man said in a sharp and piercing voice, “Relax, good child. Your Spirit Light has been deified, you are not easily assimilated by —but think less, don’t talk, write instead! Don’t frighten !”
The fla flickered slightly, satisfying the grey-robed man, who sighed in relief, saying: “You have done very well, excellently… you have completely ended that dreadful thought. In the end, he planned to go all in at the road’s end. If that happened, I fear I would not have held up. It wouldn’t take long, perhaps a few days, and he would have consud as well. It’s terrifying, terrifying!”
Being scared by his own imagination, the grey-robed man began to sob softly. The grey fla gently swayed, offering comfort, while the ashes ford brief words on the ground.
[You are a King]
“Of course I am a King, I am the Fear King,” said the grey-robed man, “But his mind is akin to mine… Do you understand? What you call Creation Realm’s pinnacle—a strange description, to have highs and lows in Creation Realm—is the King’s great enterprise, the ‘eternity’ of the mind. If he lived in our era, he would be a King, too. Director King, Drama King… No, no, no, don’t make say it, it’s too scary, don’t ntion him anymore!”
The grey fla trembled, creating new inscriptions.
[Last ti, gratitude]
“Yes, of course, I expressed gratitude last ti too, it was even scarier then! He almost obtained my body, then he would beco a true Eternal. This era is about to end, your small and brief era…” The Fear King shook his head, “I am very sorry. Truly. My body lost control. Things weren’t supposed to beco that way… do you want to know sothing? I’ll tell you so things, before I flee in fear, so hurry, you are now strong, and I want to run away.”
The grey fla was still for a while, before writing: [Dragon is, body]
“Dragon is body,” the Fear King repeated, “Once dead, there will be no more. Recreating a body is a considerable task even for us, requiring—by our standards—a lengthy ti span. The mind can only truly wield power when united with the body, so beware of those creatures who still have bodies. The Order King is still possible to communicate with, whereas the Silent King and King Pingdeng… Ah! I shudder to imagine, it’s ti to end this! I want to leave!”
He had only answered one question before hastily seeking to flee. The grey fla quickly posed the most crucial question: [What is a King?]
This question had been buried in his heart, finally having the chance to ask today. So far, he had dealt with several Kings, knowing that Kings are the founders of heart images, retainers from long ago of the Constant Law, the most heinous of evil spellcasters. Yet despite this, he had no definite concept, as he did not understand what the ‘eternity’ the Kings spoke of truly ant.
“Don’t think! Don’t!” the Fear King scread.
I am a fla. Whoosh, whoosh.
The Fear King trembled for a long mont, then said in sorrow: “You will know, you will, but not just from … the origin of the mind has arrived, she plans to tell you everything…”
He moved aside, revealing a thread of vibrant, red fire in the grey mist, from which a woman’s triumphant laughter erged.
“Spectacular, intriguing, presenting my blessings and respect to your hard-won victories! Co, co, as promised, the ti of stories has begun.
Oh curious beings, gather around the fla, and hear tell the tales of old. This marks the beginning of eternity, the origin of all phenona!”
In the fiercely burning flas, the ever-changing light and shadows evolved into recognizable ‘scenes.’ These were Xu Ying’s mories, from the ti immorial…
From when everything had not yet begun, this world’s appearance.
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