Chapter 465

"I am a Great Arcanist, not a life in this land of god-worship."

The old man with the white beard explained his identity cleanly: "When I woke up, I was already in a ruin. My civilization, my homeland, and my people had all disappeared. I searched for a long, long time but couldn't find them. Afterward, I had to wander everywhere, and then my originally immortal body began to age and decay gradually. Until I came here before I was about to die, I was honored as a god by the people and received their power of faith. I stopped aging and dying, but because of this, I suffered from the poison of faith and had to become their god. If not, I would definitely be dragged and imprisoned by the poison of faith, never to be reborn."

Wu Pifu quickly understood the meaning of these words. He nodded and said, "In other words, you can't voluntarily detach from the god position? Do you want me to help you?"

The old man with the white beard was immediately shocked and knelt down again, saying, "I dare not, I dare not. But besides my death, there is actually another way, which is to form a United Divine Court."

"United Divine Court? Tell me about it." Wu Pifu said noncommittally.

The old man with the white beard said eagerly, "This is a land of god-worship, but it is a very early land of god-worship. Besides here, there are lands of god-worship of different sizes distributed throughout the worlds. I have also wandered in those places, so I know the development path of gods. In the middle stage, a United Divine Court will appear, with divine position distribution, etc. It is not necessarily necessary to kill other gods. You can still form a Divine Court to distribute faith. And a single god is easy to become a unique god. The poison of faith will sooner or later erupt and eventually turn into a doomsday catastrophe!"

Wu Pifu sensed the emotions and then looked at the big fly on his waist.

Beelzebub pondered for a while and said, "Indeed, I vaguely have a little memory. The entire Lost Lands are indeed distributed in a disordered order. When it swallows reality fragments, the fragments will be fragmented in the process of swallowing. You still remember how you were seriously injured, right? That is the process of fragmentation, and then it will fall into various places in the lands. So what he said is true."

The old man with the white beard noticed the fist-sized fly. His face was horrified, but he didn't dare to look too much, just lowered his head and said, "So the Saint doesn't have to kill me. I am willing to serve the Natural Purity God as the main god, offer half of my faith to Him, and believe in His Dao. From now on, I am a Natural Prophet. I am willing to swear by my divine domain. If I violate this oath, the faith will turn into poison. I absolutely dare not violate this divine oath."

Wu Pifu nodded silently. He said, "Do you recognize this big fly?"

"Symbol, symbol!!" Beelzebub was so excited that she was about to fly up and hit Wu Pifu, but was covered by Wu Pifu with one hand.

The old man with the white beard smiled bitterly. He knew that the person in front of him had some kind of mental ability, so he didn't dare to hide it, just lowered his head and said, "I don't know who this is, but when my civilization still existed... the meaning contained in the fly made me dare not recall. It represents the tyrant of matter, the cycle of life and death, the causality of nothingness, and... the end of all things."

"Causality of nothingness?"

Wu Pifu held up Beelzebub and said, "You were once this awesome?"

Beelzebub was too lazy to pay attention to Wu Pifu's frequent off-the-track behavior. She asked the old man with the white beard, "You have been saying this when your civilization still existed... Could it be that you were not born in this land of worlds?"

"... No."

The old man with the white beard sighed and said, "I, Vesperion Star-Fall, was born in the 784,100th year of the Holy Arcane Calendar, and died in the 998,000th year of the Holy Arcane Calendar. I died in the defense battle of the Holy White Tower floating land, killed by the Death Prison Arhat under the seat of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Because of the Holy White Agreement, I did not fall into the source of death. My essence was protected by the Arcane Core in the core of the floating land. But when I woke up, I had already come to the lands. I originally thought this was the source of death, and I was desperate at the time. But in the later wandering, I learned that this is the legendary Lost Lands, the Heaven of Ten Thousand Transformations and Refining Worlds."

Wu Pifu was slightly stunned, and his expression became serious. Beelzebub also exclaimed, "Remnants of past reality? I didn't expect the deduction to be true. After falling into the Lost Lands, there is really a certain probability of recovering past dead life from reality fragments, but it also requires retaining the essence of life and not being plundered by the source of death... When you were still alive, were there any awake origins?"

The old man with the white beard said with a face full of shame, "I am just a Great Arcanist, not a Holy Arcanist. I am not qualified to touch the origin. I can't even know it, so I can't answer your question..."

Beelzebub said to Wu Pifu again, "He is a survivor of the previous real world, and looking at him, his thinking is clear and his intellect is still there. This is a very precious specimen. You'd better save his life."

The old man with the white beard heard the word "specimen" in his ears. He was an Arcanist, and Arcanists really took other intelligent creatures as specimens. He was suddenly anxious and said, "Saint, I am useful, I am still useful!"

Wu Pifu naturally knew that such a survivor of the real world from the previous era was extremely precious. Even just information was precious. If he could know from him how the real world of the previous era resisted pollution, then this would be a gift from heaven for Gaia.

The old man with the white beard naturally didn't know this. Before this, he had made a lot of prophecies. In these prophecies, as long as he dared to resist, he would die ten out of ten times. And if he couldn't say a way to solve the conflict between gods after kneeling down, then he would also be dead. Only by explaining everything would he have a chance to survive. At this time, he racked his brains and said immediately, "I really don't know about the origin. I would be polluted just by knowing those things. But I am a Great Arcanist after all. When our reality fell to the 0.4 division point, we detected that new real world shadows began to appear, so we suspect... in the entire macro-universe model, the speed of reality appearance has begun to increase, and at the same time, the speed of reality falling is also increasing!"

"Wait a minute, how much?" Beelzebub's voice became sharp. She said loudly, "You were born in the 700,000th year of the Holy Arcane Calendar, and died in the... year..."

The old man with the white beard corrected, "Born in the 784,100th year of the Holy Arcane Calendar, died in the 998,000th year of the Holy Arcane Calendar."

"It hasn't even been a million years and it fell to 0.4? By the way, is your so-called division point the origin layer area starting from 0.3!?" Beelzebub continued to ask sharply.

The old man with the white beard nodded, "Yes, 0.3 is the origin level."

Beelzebub immediately said to Wu Pifu, "This is the same magnitude as the baseline reality used by your Gaia humans, but this is not right. It took at least hundreds of millions of years to fall from reality to the 0.4 level? Although my memory is not complete, I vaguely remember that when the reality where my body is located fell, it took at least hundreds of millions of years. How could it fall to 0.4 in just one million years? And you said there are new real world shadows appearing? No, impossible, two real worlds cannot exist at the same time. This is absolutely impossible!"

The old man with the white beard stopped talking and just remained silent. Wu Pifu patted the big fly and then said to the old man with the white beard, "Since you have the ability of prophecy and predicted my arrival, then you should know where I am going next, so... can I trust you?"

The old man with the white beard said immediately, "I, Vesperion Star-Fall, God of Prophecy, swear by my divine domain that I will definitely serve the Natural Purity God as the main god, offer half of my faith power, and at the same time will never harm anyone under the Saint!"

Wu Pifu nodded, then turned and was about to leave. Vesperion immediately said behind him, "The Saint will definitely be able to return. I foresaw that moment, but the Saint's return also indicates the destruction of this land of god-worship. The remaining forces of the Seven Towers will begin to attack wildly, plundering population and life to fill their towers. The Saint's strength is strong, but he does not have resistance to the direct erosion of origin-level pollution. So after the event, except for the Saint and a few people who escaped, we will all fall!"

Wu Pifu turned and looked at Vesperion, "So what is your suggestion?"

"Floating City!" Vesperion said immediately, "I dare not think about a floating continent, but a floating city can be done. I can create an energy conversion circuit, and then use divine faith as the energy core to convert it into arcane-like energy. Then let a city and the surrounding land float up. If the ground and underground structures are reasonably arranged, it can fully carry more than five million people. Then we can drive the floating city to escape this area. This is also the only chance of survival!"

Wu Pifu thought for a while and said, "Okay, you go and tell Samara all this. He is currently accepting the forces of various city-states behind, and will arrive here soon." After speaking, Wu Pifu was about to turn and leave.

Vesperion eagerly called Wu Pifu again, "Saint, there is one more... In my prophecy, the reason why you cannot resist the direct erosion of origin-level pollution lies in the defects of your extraordinary path. You are missing the other half of the mental consciousness level, so you cannot sublimate, mix yuan and return to one, right?"

Wu Pifu turned around again. After looking at Vesperion for a long time, he asked, "What do you want?"

Vesperion was stunned for a moment, not knowing why. Wu Pifu asked again, "Your suggestion before was for your own survival, but now your suggestion is for my personal benefit. It doesn't matter if you don't say it. So what do you want?"

Vesperion knelt down again immediately, but his expression was firm and solemn. This time, there was no trace of wretchedness in his kneeling. He raised his head and said, "I want to go back, return to the real world, and get out of this land of worlds. Even if I am the only one left... I also want to find the remnants of my civilization, or the echoes of the past. Even if I am the only one left, I want to be the gravekeeper of my civilization, at least tell this world that we have been here!"

Wu Pifu was silent for a long time before nodding, "Okay, you can say it."

Vesperion stood up with renewed spirit and said, "My prophecy is based on information perception of the macro-universe consciousness. In the outside world, every prophecy might cause me to suffer serious pollution. But here, my prophecy has no cost. So Saint, I can predict for you the real land where your extraordinary system fell. The success rate is not necessarily high, but at least there is a direction. You can fully complete your extraordinary path in this land of worlds!"

"Both the physical side and the mental side are fully completed!!"

(End of chapter)