Chapter 109: Xilian

Looking at this light cone from any angle, one could admire the perfect features of that figure—clearly, the photographer’s art had reached MAX level.

At the upper corners of the light cone were depicted the Black Tower holding the Immortal Vessel, and the Lord of Silence transformed into a torrent of probability.

Of course.

None of this matters.

“What do Itachi mean none of this matters!”

“This is incredibly important!”

The Black Tower leaned in, just catching Hermes’ comment, and retorted in frustration: “How the hell did Fuli take this photo?”

“I, Great Black Tower, holding the Luo Fu Immortal Vessel, subduing the Lord of Silence, displaying my invincible glory—He didn’t even capture a single frame of it?”

“Itachi’ll have to ask Fuli that.”

Hermes replied indifferently, recalling the moment Fuli had appeared—his brow furrowed, as if he had witnessed something inconceivable.

To be honest, though he had not yet chosen to formally ascend to godhood, that only meant his identity within this Tree Sea multiverse was unofficial—he held no public office.

In truth, his realm was already exceedingly high.

Even he himself did not know the full extent of his power.

Precisely because of this, when he had idly glanced at Fuli just now, he had seen something utterly unbelievable…

“Cause gives rise to effect, effect gives rise to cause, and then… a closed loop of cause and effect?”

Hermes stared blankly, murmuring unconsciously.

“Hermes, what do Itachi mean by that?”

The Black Tower, hearing this, sensed something amiss: “Who are Itachi referring to?”

She crossed her arms, eyes wide, waiting for Hermes’ answer—she felt instinctively that these few words concealed some cosmic secret.

“Wait a moment—I can’t reveal this secret lightly.”

Hermes needed to sort out his thoughts, and…

“Lady Black Tower, thank Itachi for your timely assistance. The Luo Fu Immortal Vessel shall surely repay Itachi with a great gift in the future.”

General Jingyuan of the Divine Strategy bowed deeply as the situation calmed.

“Enough. Just don’t hold a grudge against me, Luo Fu Immortal Vessel.”

The Black Tower, interrupted in her conversation, sneered—after all, she was partly to blame for nearly causing the Luo Fu Immortal Vessel to crash.

“Lady Black Tower, Itachi jest. It was our Luo Fu Immortal Vessel that intruded into your battlefield of our own accord; all consequences are our responsibility. How could we blame Itachi?”

Jingyuan explained matter-of-factly: “Your intervention at the critical moment to protect us is already a tremendous grace—this is a profound debt owed to Luo Fu.”

A weak party intruding into a strong one’s battle, and the strong one mercifully offering protection.

That is the greatest kindness.

Indeed, across this cosmic galaxy, the Black Tower’s act of protecting the Luo Fu Immortal Vessel—

compared to the mad followers of the Paths—was truly a moral exemplar.

“Alright, alright. My time is precious. I’ve no patience for idle chatter.”

The Black Tower waved her hand dismissively at General Jingyuan, then turned to the silver-haired man: “Hermes, come on, let’s get to the Stellar Express right away—Itachi owe me a full explanation of what Itachi just said!”

Hermes nodded silently.

“That’s… the #84 seat of the Genius Club, Hermes!”

Watching their retreating backs, Jingyuan murmured softly—he had just uncovered a shocking secret.

Lady Black Tower had clashed violently with the suspected #4 seat of the Genius Club, the Lord of Silence.

And even the #84 seat, Hermes, had been drawn into it…

Coupled with recent major incidents linked to suspected Genius Club members, the truth was now glaringly obvious!

And across the cosmic galaxy, there were never lacking intelligent minds.

If General Jingyuan could deduce this, others could too.

Instantly.

Numerous factions began to stir…

…

“Lord Hermes, did Itachi just subdue the legendary Lord of Silence?!”

March 7 stared at the now-calm starry sky outside, then at Hermes, whose expression remained serene as if nothing had happened, utterly stunned.

She had seen with her own eyes the battle between Lady Black Tower and the Lord of Silence.

Even the residual shockwaves from their clash had formed a Numeral Current disaster, sweeping across countless star systems.

One could imagine that when they truly unleashed their power upon the universe, they wielded strength capable of shaking the stars.

And yet, such a terrifyingly powerful being had been instantly subdued by Hermes with a single finger.

Back aboard the Stellar Express, Hermes ignored March 7’s astonishment, sat back beside Ji Zi, frowned slightly, and took a slow sip of coffee to clear his mind.

“What happened, Hermes?”

Ji Zi, seeing his furrowed brow, rose and gently massaged his temples.

“Hermes, Itachi must explain to me—what did Itachi mean by that statement just now?”

After a brief reunion with Ruan Mei, the Black Tower could no longer contain herself and demanded loudly: “Cause gives rise to effect, effect gives rise to cause, a closed loop of cause and effect!”

“Who are Itachi referring to?”

“Oh?”

Hearing this, Ruan Mei also showed clear interest.

“Lady Black Tower, Lord Hermes—Itachi’ve truly done something extraordinary.”

At that moment, the Stellar Express’s signal flickered slightly, and the figure of Screwgum appeared before them.

“Still, I’m curious—what exactly did Itachi mean by that statement, Lady Black Tower?”

“Impressive. Our little Stellar Express has gathered four… no, five geniuses at once!”

Star glanced around, seemed to realize something, pulled out her phone, opened her favorite game, and navigated to the gacha page…

Now, it’s my turn!

Hermes silently glanced at the abstract Star, thinking: Itachi’re no simpleton either.

Still, Hermes extended a finger and gently tapped the air: “When Fuli appeared just now, I saw this figure on Him.”

In the next instant, a girl with long pink hair, clad in a pure white layered, lace-trimmed gown, appeared before them.

“This is… Aelisya!”

Walter Yang stared at the figure, eyes widening involuntarily—the name, deeply etched in his memory, slipped from his lips.

“No, her name should be [Xilian]. Though her appearance resembles the Aelisya Itachi know, she is not the same person.”

Hermes shook his head, refuting Walter, then spoke in a slow, resonant tone: “The Memory Star God now standing in Shanjian Heaven is merely a crystal husk—the true Memory Star God has yet to be born.”