Chapter 1148: Weng Falosi 3.2 (194)

Cheng Long's Adventure Record.

"So they actually went straight for KefaLe's divine body… that Ke Xia can no longer be described as 'daring to the heavens.'"

Cheng Long still found it hard to believe; this kind of "desecration" of a divine body, if it ultimately succeeded, would be fine, but if it failed, it would be an absolute grave crime, and he feared that before the fifteen days arrived, Ke Xia would already be gone a step ahead.

"Uncle Long, melting KefaLe, what exactly does he intend to do? Re‑forge all things? Re‑shape humanity? Destroy Heichi?" A flood of thoughts burst from Xiao Yu's mind; she lay on the sofa, looking at Cheng Long with a puzzled expression.

"These are probably all his goals; Ke Xia's ambition is larger than we imagined. Perhaps this is his way of negating the Fire Pursuit Journey—so that the Golden‑blooded can bypass the Titans' trial and become true gods directly."

"Hmm… sounds risky. Would that Laigushi even agree to him directly targeting KefaLe's divine body?"

"Of course." Dad walked into the living room, pushing up his bifocals, "That Laigushi is less a politician than a 'scholar.' He seems keen on discussing Titans with that Ke Xia… melting the world‑creating Titans; this is the first time Weng Falosi has ever done such a thing."

"If successful, Ke Xia would become the Titan bearing the world, and then repelling Heichi would be just a thought away for him."

"Dad, you're being far too optimistic," Cheng Long spread his hands. "If Heichi were truly that easy to repel, KefaLe would have done it long ago. I fear that repelling Heichi still requires gathering the power of twelve Titans; missing even one won't do."

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"Teacher, the sky we see is fake, right?"

Enbeidokelisi pointed at the dazzling starry dome: "Of course, it's fake. It's just a teaching device, an amazing illusion."

"Now day and night are out of order. To help you understand the sky, astronomers, using Titan miracles, alter the light, projecting the 'past night' here… just as the Holy City's sky is illuminated by KefaLe's Dawn Machine."

Ke Xia said seriously, "So Aohema's sky is also fake."

"You can't label it that way, Ke Xia. You must know: only children would pull back the curtain of an illusion and be proud of it. Often, people aren't truly ignorant; they have to pretend to be."

Ke Xia couldn't comprehend and shouted, "This is self‑deception. The masses worship KefaLe's creation myth; whatever the priests say, they believe. But you and I have awakened from the ignorant caves."

"We've realized we're in a world whose rules are woven by Titans, everywhere filled with their projected 'starry sky.' Rather than guarding this false eternal night, why can't I become the one who operates the projection device?"

"Child," the teacher's voice was hoarse and soft, like wind through dry leaves, "Since you sowed the seed of doubt in me, many years have passed. I have recorded my conjectures and fantasies over countless days and nights, only to burn them all upon waking."

"Why? Just because it would send me to the pyre's corpse‑bed?"

"As a sage of the Worship Sect, my roots are already linked to the Great Tree; every move tugs each branch, each leaf, even shakes the tree itself."

The teacher slowly lifted his head; the face that once dominated the academic realm of Shu Ting was crisscrossed with wrinkles like a dried riverbed, and the eyes that still retained a hint of sharpness were now veiled by the fatigue and cloudiness time brings.

"However, the most important thing: as a dying man, my contemplation of golden blood and souls can only be through intuitive doubt, never put into practice. The golden bloodline is so thin within me that I no longer wish to ponder conjectures that I cannot even prove."

"But I can, Teacher! The time is ripe; give me everything I need, and I will accomplish this supreme great feat on your behalf!" Ke Xia exclaimed, placing his hand on his chest.

The teacher looked at him with satisfaction, "Of course, that's my intention. At the next sage council, I will do everything to secure the rights you deserve. Go, prepare to found your own school—"

"…to discover what 'we' truly are, and become the one who conquers the ultimate principle of the world."

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Dragon Clan.

"Indeed, Ke Xia's stance is completely opposite his teacher's school. This can't be blamed on his teacher; as a sage of the Worship Sect, if he stands up against his own sect, it's like uprooting the entire sect."

"There's a weight built up by time," Shi Naide mused. They were both teachers and heads of a department in the academy; he deeply understood the teacher's plight.

Sometimes, when a person grows old and becomes a school leader, he can no longer simply rely on youthful reckless bravery to confront the whole world.

"If Enbeidokelisi were thirty years younger, perhaps he'd still have the vigor to be a sword‑wielding knight, cutting through thorns in the academy of Shu Ting," Angre whispered, "Unfortunately, the Worship Sect itself has become Shu Ting's thorns; even if he perceives the problem, he lacks the strength to swing a sword. He can only hand his treasured sword to his disciple."

"Thinking that his most prized disciple has become the strongest opponent of his own school, that feeling…"

"I would feel very gratified," Angre chuckled, "Nothing is more exciting than watching one's student challenge the old gods. Even if I die, I will be proud of him in hell."

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"So, child of man… you go to great lengths just to gain a glimpse of KefaLe's light… perhaps not merely…" Se Xisi said lightly.

"Hmph, not bad. If I were a foolish, ignorant earth‑beast, faced with such great power, I might crawl on all fours, hoping the gods would send me a decree. Alas, I am a bipedal human with wisdom and dignity."

Se Xisi smiled lightly, "Hehe… however, forgive my bluntness: before such a disparity of power, whether man or earth‑beast, what difference does it make?"

Ke Xia did not answer directly, "You should have heard the story of the Stikokisia people: when faced with the raging sea, they did not sit idle but built dikes that matched the furious waves, shackling the mad Fagina."