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Chapter 1206: Chapter 508: The Night of the Highest Survival Rate for Promotion_3

——This world truly needs change.

For mortals to access the Path Power is inherently extrely difficult, and fraught with danger. The Nine Pillar Gods filter the wild and frenzied Source River Power into Path Power, which mortals can easily accept and digest… As paynt for receiving strength, one must use their soul as a “variable” to participate in the “calculation”.

Aiwass once did not understand why “the past can also be changed,” nor why “to seek the possibilities of the future.”

But now, Aiwass understands.

The past can change — because of the existence of the Power of Reincarnation, this world will return to the “past’s past” before the apocalypse. At that ti, the Nine Pillar Gods can guide the world in another direction based on the “possibilities” they’ve gathered.

Seeking future possibilities is precisely to fight against that uncertain apocalypse!

The Nine Pillar Gods fundantally don’t want to kill — they set tasks that are difficult and hard to complete, and impose strict, unacceptable penalties for failure, likely just to prevent people from colluding, engaging in outside dealings, and assisting soone to ascend, thereby ruining the ritual itself!

And the terrifying death rate is rely because people have selfish motives and, due to their positions, harbored interests and animosities. The ritual itself has the possibility of “not killing”… For example, Mu, he has never killed anyone in an ascension ritual. Even Aiwass admires him.

The astounding survival rate of this ritual made Aiwass ponder a “possibility” — the possibility of people not killing each other anymore.

If the future truly reaches that “era of peace” Aiwass saw in the ascension ritual, people might also be able to use various “rules,” “rituals,” “contracts” to reduce the death rate in ascension rituals!

By then, Extraordinary Abilities can truly integrate with this world!

Not just for a few mastering “Mystical Skills,” “esoteric knowledge,” but abilities that beco widespread — a truly mysterious, vibrant, and possibility-laden future!

…However, first the apocalypse must be resolved.

As long as the ascension ritual is no longer for “calculation,” then naturally it can loosen up a bit…

And the one Aiwass worried about the most, Isabel, she only awoke slowly at five in the morning.

Because the “fetus” counts as a “creation” of the Path of Love — this principle is akin to Selene and Leviathan — thus Isabel went in with the child.

However, she did not let Aiwass worry about her.

Not only did she pass smoothly, but under her charm and leadership, achieved a miraculous perfection:

——Three ascended, nine survived, no one died.

“…How did you manage this?”

Aiwass found it unbelievable.

Clearly a brutal “all die except ” New Moon Ritual, yet Isabel forcefully paved another path!

“That was truly a long, long dream…”

Isabel sighed, leaning on the bed, gently stroking her belly, her tone becoming steadier: “It was a whole five-year dream… Not the future, but the past.

“It was the history of the Helasal Empire’s founding period. At that ti, humans struggled to survive surrounded by an Alien Race. I alone gave birth to ‘Aleister’… and brought her to four years old. It was truly hard… It was the first ti I realized how much the identity of ‘Royal Family’ helped .

“Though I’ve always said that the surna Du Lac brought nothing but rain-like curses and pressure, a burden I’ve never been able to shake off… once I shed this identity, without a stable social environnt, even a Fourth Level Transcendent trying to live upright without stealing or robbing, without doing anything wrong, finds it so difficult.”

Isabel’s voice grew stronger, like a mother protecting her daughter alone — maternal courage.

The ascension ritual’s script brought her an “alternate life.”

People can hardly experience the pain of others, as they cannot beco soone else; the ascension ritual breaks this “impossibility,” truly allowing one to experience another’s life.

“Should it be recorded?”

Aiwass said, handing over pen and paper: “Consider it a valuable lesson.”

“…Indeed.”

Isabel initially wanted to refuse, but still took it: “Just treat it as gathering material for a novel…

“There’s nothing more suitable than suffering to beco the fuel of art. People can’t glean lessons from suffering, but artists can chew it up, transforming it into scorching fire, allowing those never hurt to briefly experience that heat and pain, thus revering the fiery fire.”

“You’re sowhat like a real artist now, Isha.”

Aiwass smiled: “Even this musing is the sa.”

Isabel only shook her head, with a gentle smile, reaching out her hands: “I’m so tired. Can I have a hug?”

“Of course, my dear.”

The Aiwass who saved many people that night finally exhaled in relief, turning to the bed, gently embracing Isabel.

Feeling the warmth under the covers, Aiwass closed his eyes, sowhat weary.

While Isabel whispered her insights in Aiwass’s ear.

This ti, Isabel even received the Path Trait personally bestowed by the Gemini Mirror and the Silver-Crowned Dragon.

Although the Gemini Mirror as a god of amusent itself tends to interfere frequently, this ti the Path Trait given to Isabel was indeed substantial!

[Gemini Mirror Image (Gold): Your disguise, mirror image, illusion, transformation abilities gain 1 priority; illusion realism 50%]

——Combined with Isabel’s existing [Resilient Illusion] trait, Isabel’s illusion realism has now reached 70%!

This ans even if the illusion is seen through, one still has to bear seventy percent of its effect!

Judging by Isabel’s developnt route, she seems to be stepping towards transforming illusion into reality…

If that’s the case… perhaps the Fairy power… maybe even Butterfly Celestial Marshal…

Aiwass pondered Isabel’s future, unknowingly falling asleep.

While Isabel gently patting Aiwass’s back, her gaze towards Aiwass filled with sadness and pity.

She finally fully understands how sacred and exceptionally difficult an endeavor Aiwass is undertaking.

Just wanting to save so few, just wanting to save those around her, left her thoroughly exhausted.

Isabel hardly dared imagine what imnse pressure Aiwass bore.

——She had long realized, Aiwass’s urgency and efforts were all in response to so future apocalypse. And from this ascension ritual, Isabel vaguely encountered a hint of truth.

“Wall of Dusk… Clock of Doom…”

Isabel murmured softly: “But… you shouldn’t be the one bearing this pressure…”

She gently patted Aiwass’s back, like soothing a baby to sleep.

“——Rest as long as you can, take more ti to rest.”