Chapter 351: Please Ask the Divine Envoy

Xia Wan detached from the Mother Ship, floating alone above the chaotic battlefield. Her silver-white Personal Battle Armor, against the dark starry void, resembled a star fallen into filthy mud, instantly drawing every gaze.

The ordinary "Lizardmen" frantically attacking paused and stirred visibly the moment she appeared. They instinctively sensed a pure, majestic energy utterly alien to the chaotic energy of Guixu—a presence that filled them with intense discomfort, even... fear.

Far away, the elite units besieging the dark-gold "Lizardmen" all halted their assault, their cold, vertical pupils locking onto Xia Wan, throats rumbling with threatening growls. They sensed that this new "tiny thing" posed a threat far greater than the iron hulk of the warship beside them.

Xia Wan ignored the hostility around her; all her focus was immersed in perceiving and resisting the energy field of Guixu. Guardian Power formed a faint golden aura around her, repelling the invading chaotic energy like a reef amid a raging current.

Her perception stretched like delicate threads, cautiously probing the shattered, twisted structure of space. Countless violent energy currents, bizarre spatial folds, and dark red energy filaments resembling ancient relic veins became crystal clear before her "eyes."

Chaos, stillness, yet pulsing with a sickening "vitality."

This was Guixu—a dead zone twisted by a destroyed civilization and unknown forces.

Simultaneously, she diverted a thread of attention to the dark-gold "Lizardman," battered and surrounded by its own kind.

Close observation revealed the strangeness of its current state. Its body violently resisted, tearing at the dark red filaments connected to it, attacking its elite kin, yet its eyes brimmed with pain and struggle—as if two consciousnesses waged fierce war within it: one, its own fading, clear will; the other, the frenzied killing instinct dominated by Guixu's chaotic energy.

Mo Yu's earlier words—"humans from outer space"—had acted like a key, briefly prying open its sealed memories or cognition, triggering this fierce internal struggle.

As if sensing Xia Wan's gaze, the dark-gold "Lizardman" abruptly turned its head, its bloodshot vertical pupils meeting hers in midair.

Its gaze was extraordinarily complex: rage, pain, confusion, and a trace—faint, almost imperceptible—of hope, as if seeing a lifeline.

It opened its mouth, as if to speak, but only a hoarse, hissing gasp emerged; its body, entwined with dark red filaments, trembled violently.

At that moment, a sudden transformation occurred!

From the depths of Guixu, a far greater, colder will—condensing countless resentments and chaos—descended like an awakened ancient god, thundering into existence!

This will swept across the battlefield. The ordinary "Lizardmen" instantly froze, rigidly prostrating themselves as if receiving the highest command. The elite "Lizardmen" emitted submissive low moans.

Only the dark-gold "Lizardman," at the instant this will descended, let out an agonizing, piercing scream. Its remaining clear gaze, like a candle in the wind, was swiftly devoured by madness and chaos; the dark red filaments on its body blazed brighter, glowing like red-hot irons, sinking deep into its flesh!

It was about to be fully assimilated, losing its last shred of self!

And at this critical moment, the vast chaotic will seemed to notice the discordant "light point" in the battlefield—Xia Wan.

A spiritual impact, laden with destruction, erosion, and an ancient curiosity, surged toward Xia Wan like an invisible tsunami!

This impact was not physical—it struck directly at the soul, capable of instantly shattering, corrupting, or enslaving any being with insufficient spiritual resilience!

"Watch out!" Inside the bridge, everyone, sensing this terrifying spiritual pressure through their sensors, turned pale.

Xia Wan felt a cold, viscous force, teeming with countless mad whispers, attempting to forcibly flood her Sense of Sea. Guardian Power activated automatically, its pale gold light flaring as it erected a solid Guardian Barrier around her Sea of Consciousness.

Boom!

Spiritual Impact clashed violently with the Guardian Barrier!

Xia Wan's body swayed slightly, her face paling instantly—but her eyes remained clear and resolute. This impact, though powerful, was far from enough to shake the Starkong Guardian's soul, refined by the Origin Contract and countless Trials!

Her resistance seemed to surprise the chaotic will, which then transformed into deeper "interest."

Immediately, a vast, chaotic voice—layered with countless overlapping tones—resonated directly within Xia Wan's mind, and across the entire battlefield:

"... strange... order-light..."

"... intruder... coveting the legacy... thief..."

"... submit... or become... fodder..."

This will carried overwhelming pressure, as if the collective consciousness of the entire Guixu ruin had spoken.

Xia Wan endured the spiritual discomfort, gathering her will, attempting to communicate with this will. She knew pure resistance was not the best strategy—perhaps this was an opportunity to gain information.

She wrapped her thought in Guardian Power, like casting a tiny boat into a stormy sea, transmitting her question:

"We come seeking knowledge and truth, with no intent to offend."

"What are you? Guardian of Guixu? Or... the lingering echo of the destroyed civilization?"

After she sent her thought, the chaotic will fell silent for a moment, as if processing and understanding.

Then, a more furious and mocking will surged forth:

"... Guardian? Echo?... ridiculous!"

"... I am Guixu! I am... Order of the End!"

"... the old is dead... the new order must rise..."

"... you... are all... fodder..."

Its will overflowed with madness of destruction and reconstruction, as if seeking to drag all order into its own chaos.

Communication seemed stuck. This "Guixu Will" was clearly not a being open to rational dialogue—it was more like a conglomerate of accumulated eons of negative energy and chaotic laws, brimming with destructive urges.

Yet just as Xia Wan prepared to sever this dangerous spiritual link, another transformation occurred!

In the final instant before the dark-gold "Lizardman" was fully consumed, it erupted with a final burst of strength, lifting its head and pouring every last shred of its remaining will into a fragmented, yet crystal-clear thought directed solely at Xia Wan:

This thought was not aimed at the Guixu Will—it was aimed directly at Xia Wan, filled with the last desperate plea of despair:

"... please ask... Divine Envoy..."

"... where is... the Ark..."

"... take us... home..."

Please ask Divine Envoy?

Ark?

Home?

These three words struck Xia Wan's mind like three bolts of lightning!

Divine Envoy? Was it referring to her? Because her Guardian Power resonated with the order of this starry void?

Ark? What was it? A tool to escape Guixu? Or a symbol?

Home? Where? Did they... truly once possess their own homeland and civilization?

Before Xia Wan could ponder further, the dark-gold "Lizardman," after emitting this thought, lost its final glimmer of clarity—completely overtaken by madness and chaos, it roared and charged toward her! It was now fully controlled by the Guixu Will, reduced to a puppet driven solely by killing orders!

And the vast "Guixu Will," upon receiving the dark-gold "Lizardman's" final thought, seemed enraged beyond measure, unleashing a roar that shook the stars!

"... traitor!... fire-thief!... to be slain!"

Even more terrifying Spiritual Pressure and energy storms began to converge upon Xia Wan!

The situation instantly reached its most critical point!