When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1363 - 81: Above the High Heavens

The goal is not the Celestial Marshal, nor the Pillar God.

But to beco an existence above the Pillar God—

"...Are you serious?"

Walking with Aiwass on the path to the basent, Sherlock couldn’t help but lower his voice to ask, "As a Priest, is it okay to say such things? Won’t... it offend so taboo?"

Since hearing Aiwass’s words, he had been sowhat restless. He didn’t know exactly what he was panicking about; he just couldn’t settle down to think anymore.

"Of course not."

Aiwass shook his head.

If he were the forr Aiwass, he might have humbly said sothing like, "I don’t know why I’m saying this," or "Just a reason to lead them to goodness."

But the Aiwass of today finally faced his real goal.

He didn’t feel ashad of it, nor was he timid—like a student without good grades who says their goal is Tsinghua or Beijing University, always worried about being ridiculed. Even if he yearned for such a future, when asked he would reply with a bashful, restrained smile, "Oh, any will do."

It’s not that he dared not dream.

He just dared not speak.

With such ambition in his heart, he worried about failure. If he boasted about it yet couldn’t achieve it, how shaful would that be?

—Aiwass used to be like this.

When he arrived in this world, awakening past life mory, he thought of becoming a Pillar God. At that ti, he would curl under his quilt before sleep, seriously pondering which Pillar God could be replaced, whom he would oppose among the Celestial Marshals, and what hidden dangers and disasters might arise after a Pillar God’s departure.

He even thought of "what na he should have if he beca a Celestial Marshal or Pillar God."

Whether he was a transmigrator, a reincarnator, or a fragnt of a Celestial Marshal—he wanted to be the top existence in this world. It wasn’t an unreasonable wish, right?

In another transmigrator’s case, they might have thought of conquering the world since the first day.

But Aiwass’s personality was too gentle.

If he wanted to beco a Pillar God, it ant he would surely oppose many Celestial Marshal Pillar Gods. People would die because of it, interests hard—every change among the Pillar Gods resulted in ethnic extinction wars. And his re thought would alter the world’s future, subjecting countless people to lives, good or bad.

That’s why he initially wanted to beco a Celestial Marshal.

Because if he were only a Celestial Marshal, it wouldn’t affect anyone. He could protect the world, save others with no inherent duty and wasn’t as the world’s "pillar." He only needed to live his life... like the Celestial Marshals in the Dream Realm today, finding a place to claim as king, setting rules, establishing a domain, sheltering followers.

Just protecting his small plot, with the outside world irrelevant to him.

—But now, these Blood Slaves have made Aiwass reflect for an instant.

He didn’t ignore the sufferings of these Blood Slaves, but that was knowledge rely summarized in textbooks, lightly described in a few lines. Those words were too light, to the point they could make a paper fly.

Now, Aiwass finally witnessed everything firsthand. He thoroughly understood the bloody depths of those words.

The paper he imagined was now soaked in blood, never to flutter again.

And what about Parthia? The Northern Mountains? Beyond humans, those Trolls? Avianfolk? Nearly extinct Winged Ones?

In the historical river, countless races rose and fell. Amid the thickness of infinite ti, an individual’s despair was indeed as cheap as dust.

Why did the Pillar Gods turn a blind eye to this?

Aiwass used to convince himself and others with "the Pillar God’s duty is to maintain world stability," "Pillar Gods are spokespeople for the Source River, cannot act freely," etc. But now he finally understood—at its core, it was because the Pillar Gods were too weak.

The gods of this world are too limited in what they can do. They can create hundreds of new races, bestow life upon works of art, foresee millions of futures, reverse ti... But what each Pillar God can do is too confined, and the differences in Paths prevent true unity.

"Only by becoming an existence above the Pillar God can one attain the power to change everything."

Aiwass felt no sha for such an arrogant claim, nor any reservations.

He slightly turned his head towards Sherlock, saying calmly, "You must have understood this long ago too, right?"

"...More or less."

Sherlock slightly nodded: "Specifically... I realized this possibility when I learned the Nine Pillars Divine Church was founded earlier than the Silver-Crowned Dragon’s birth.

"—Clearly Elves and Giants are foes, many Pillar Gods dislike the Supre Heaven, yet why do Elves still worship the Nine Pillar Gods?"

"Simple reasoning," Aiwass continued, "because it imparts a subconscious notion to people that ’the Nine Pillar Gods are united.’"

"But obviously, the Pillar Gods can’t be united. Transcendents in the Material Realm oppose each other due to Path conflicts. Pure Path beings like Pillar Gods are inevitably more so—even if they might maintain peace in attitude, their viewpoints on certain matters differ. Firm belief in the correctness of these views is their power’s source."

Sherlock softly said, "Thus the Pillar Gods can never progress together, only relatively compromise."

"With the Silver-Crowned Dragon replacing the Supre Heaven, a new balance was achieved. But any balance is precarious... today is no exception."

"Do you intend to replace the Serpent Father? Or Candle Master? Surely not the Eternal Self?"

"I’ve said, I aim to be an existence above the Pillar Gods. Higher than the sky, above everything!"

Aiwass finally, in the Material Realm, in a world where every word must be known, clearly and openly stated his purpose: "Dedication and Transcendence... I want to walk both Paths, possess both Source Rivers.

"—There’s only one answer, I want it all!"

At this mont.

In the Dream Realm.

With her solo dance, the Eternal Self paused for a mont, then resud.

The difference was, she began to set her sights on Aiwass.

"Hehe..."

Wandering in the forest, Candle Master slightly raised his head, giving a pleased chuckle.

"This fellow..."

Hourglass sneered: "Why not delay a bit? If it were a bit later, everyone could be dood together, how nice?"

Before him sat a pill furnace emitting blue smoke. His sleeves folded together, it was unclear which hand was above.

"Finally..."

The Silver-Crowned Dragon gave a low murmur.

His originally ice-like indifferent eyes now faintly tinged red. Beneath him, within the Ice Mountain, the lively Demon Dragons were no longer visible.

And the girl sealed in Amber, eyes shut, finally ended her Sleep.

"Teacher..."

She slowly opened her eyes.

As Amber opened her eyes, ti in the entire Material Realm fell into complete suspension.

No person, no deity—not even Pillar Gods—could maintain self-awareness within.

And after nine seconds, she fell asleep again, slowly closing her eyes.

As Amber slept, ti began to flow once more.