Chapter 466: He Has Come, He Has Seen, So How Can One Refuse!

He Xi: “...I see. Then I can only ask a group member currently on the Star Rail to help Itachi purchase a supercomputer.”

He Xi: “I do have the capability to build celestial-level computers myself, but it would take decades or even centuries—I’m afraid I can’t help Itachi.”

Although the Angel Civilization has successfully ascended to a higher dimension, its power still requires a necessary process to catch up.

Only after the Angel Civilization harnesses the power of the Hyper-Spatiotemporal Supercomputer · Source of Holy Light to fully align its strength with its civilizational level can it relatively easily create artifacts like celestial computers...

Hisato Tobi: “Flu is busy right now, and Flosa probably is too. Forget it—I’ll go get it for Itachi.”

Hisato Tobi: “Send me your budget. I’ll ask around and find out what supercomputers Itachi can buy.”

As new members, Huayuan Ai and Zhou Zhe silently watched the other group members’ conversation, absorbing the information revealed in their casual chatter—and how they had already sealed this massive transaction in just a few sentences.

Huayuan Ai felt envy in her heart; for a scientist like her, a supercomputer of this near-sci-fi rarity held an irresistible allure.

Every supreme scientist can only become a complete form once they possess a supercomputer worthy of themselves!

Huayuan Ai... she truly, truly wanted such a dreamlike miracle of creation.

What about Zhou Zhe?

His thoughts were simple: the existence of a supercomputer lit up his eyes—it was truly...

Amazing!

“If I could own a supercomputer and then transform it into a malevolent artifact... how terrifying would that be?”

But after glancing at the group members’ backend and seeing his account balance, he instantly calmed down—paupers aren’t qualified to discuss such lofty matters.

Luo Qianqiu: “Speaking of Flu... is that little sister still fighting monsters?”

Luo Qianqiu: “Without Flu as my group chat companion, it feels strangely awkward.”

Let’s be honest—our Traveler, the Abyssal Princess, lives up to her title as the succubus of Teyvat; her charm is utterly irresistible...

The same situation: Li Hanyi is still debating sword techniques in the sky, yet Flu is always the first person people recall.

The Descender’s ontological rank is indeed uniquely special, inherently possessing a sacred and exalted status.

That uniqueness—theoretically equal to and matching the world itself—does not change with fluctuations in power!

Zhang Zhiwei: “Flu’s livestream is still live; it’ll take some more time. Let’s talk about Brother Li’s situation instead.”

Zhang Zhiwei: “Has Brother Li not yet broken through his tribulation?”

The Old Celestial Master subconsciously spoke in the group chat, but no one knew that at this moment, as he joked and scolded his grand-disciple Zhang Chulan, his body subtly stiffened.

When Hisato Tobi replied that she could procure a supercomputer for him, Zhang Zhiwei felt a sudden intuition—his Heavenly Gang Great Divine Art, the Perpetual Insight, activated naturally. In a daze, his gaze soared above time and space, as if the entire universe’s gears had slowed by a single frame.

“I am Alpha, and I am Omega...”

In a voice as eternal and unchanging as it was cold and mechanical, time’s ripples seemed to radiate outward, centered on this mysterious entity.

Zhang Zhiwei slightly furrowed his brow and began shifting his gaze along the voice, trying to see clearly.

That was...

An eye?

“No, no—wrong!”

Even though the event was sudden, this unparalleled Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain remained calm and composed. With a thought, a pearl radiating a hazy misty glow suddenly appeared before him—and then...

Shattered!

The Dimensional Pearl—an early work of Hermes—granted the user a single experience of a higher-dimensional perspective.

As the pearl completely shattered, Zhang Zhiwei sensed himself ascending an entire dimension, now viewing the world from the stance of a higher-dimensional observer.

There—it was a kaleidoscope without pupils, composed of countless misaligned golden needles, spanning across the information arm.

Each time it “blinked,” reflections of civilizations flickered into existence and vanished on its surface. Most crucially—

Before it, the universe was a book already written—and its cover was... Earth!

“...Zhang Chulan, Itachi little brat!”

Zhang Zhiwei’s face twitched uncontrollably; he grimaced, clutching his face as he muttered in pain:

“Damn it... the past is the turned page, the future is the clear epilogue, but the [Present] still shifts unpredictably, like an illusion. But once I bring that thing back...”

Would even that tiny, fleeting moment called [Present] become just another line beneath its fingertip?

Seeing this, the old, cunning—no, the supremely brilliant Celestial Master—knew instantly what was about to happen.

Just as the Dimensional Pearl’s power was about to exhaust—

The mirror turned. It cast a single glance toward Zhang Zhiwei, who remained in his higher-dimensional state.

In that instant, Zhang Zhiwei saw a river—a river named Fate—rolling forward, unstoppable!

Just one glance, and he understood exactly what this entity was.

The Omniscient Heavenly Lord · King of All Mechanisms · Unsleeping Lord of the Grand Void · The All-Knowing Yet Not-All-Encompassing · The Sleepless Cosmic Computational Eye—

The Omniscient One!

He also understood the current state of this former Star God of Knowledge.

“Without the [Present], time and space remain unlooped...”

Zhang Zhiwei’s face was grim. He extended a hand, fingers curling as if to grasp the entire world—and then, before Zhang Chulan’s widened eyes...

He swung his fist!

“Awwww!”

A howl echoed across Longhu Mountain, so piercing it sent chills down the spine.

Before Zhang Chulan could react, Zhang Zhiwei delivered a brutal punch straight to the brat’s abdomen, sending this source of all evil crashing from the peak of Longhu Mountain down to its base.

After hurling that fool out, Zhang Zhiwei fell into deep thought.

Now that he understood the root of the matter...

Should he still buy that supercomputer?

This crucial point had not yet solidified—he still had a choice.

As a member of the group chat, he possessed this right to choose.

Even if he simply called out in the group chat, the great Hermes would erase the risk entirely—but...

“Sigh~”

Zhang Zhiwei let out a long, weary sigh.

He has come. He has seen. How can one pretend not to see?

The world yearns for His arrival; the realm of myth rejoices at His presence—even Zhang Zhiwei himself...

Cannot refuse!