Chapter 207

"Lu Mingfei has already absorbed the City of Catastrophe; he has entered the God-Forsaken Land to investigate the situation."

"I'm about to ascend to Miracle Master right now, but honestly, I don't know if Derek and his two companions alone can be considered enough to restore a piece of history to the modern era," Kleine said with a bitter laugh, his speech rapid yet clear.

"Mr. Kleine, I know you're in a hurry, but please don't rush," Su Lin said, pulling out a chair and a table from the past and placing them before Kleine. "What would you like to drink?"

"Whatever," Kleine replied. "Do you have coffee? Add plenty of sugar."

Su Lin snapped his fingers to the side and continued, "You said the Fallen Mother Goddess couldn't even enter the barrier before—how much less so now that I've scattered her? Logically, she should still be soaking in a starry hot spring."

"Also, that Primordial you mentioned—sorry, I don't quite understand."

As Kleine was about to speak, someone placed a white porcelain plate before him, bearing a hanging-handle white porcelain cup.

A familiar voice came: "Is black tea the only option?"

"Thank you," Kleine said, taking the cup and instinctively thanking them—then his pupils suddenly dilated as he turned toward the side.

"You're welcome," Amon said, adjusting the monocle on his right eye socket with perfect politeness. "You seem to be discussing something quite interesting. Might I join this conversation, Seer?"

Kleine looked at Amon, then at Su Lin—he had sensed absolutely no presence of a Thief Path transcendent, yet now felt a warm, gentle light energy.

"Let me introduce you: this is Anduin, our Hogwarts' most outstanding novice priest this year," Su Lin said, pulling out another chair for Amon. "Sit down, don't be formal."

Kleine fell silent for a moment, then said:

"Anduin has blonde hair, doesn't wear a monocle, and wouldn't be taking classes at Hogwarts."

After sitting down, Amon didn't hesitate—he poured himself a cup of tea and said:

"Your expression suggests you recognize me—or perhaps another version of me?"

"Add in the Seer, the God-Forsaken Land—I've nearly figured it out. I didn't expect you'd escape."

"But those things don't matter anymore. Mr. Kleine, what you mentioned about the Primordial and the Fallen Mother Goddess—I'm very interested."

Kleine knew Su Lin had partnered with that ancient god from the Second Era to found the "Silver Hand," but he never imagined this guy had kidnapped Amon to serve as a priest.

"Don't worry," Amon said, pinching the monocle on his right eye socket and grinning. "My connection to the original has nearly severed. I am now an independent entity."

"On matters not involving the original, I can serve as your advisor."

"Aren't these things you've described quite interesting?"

Kleine thought it over. Amon's words did make sense. He took a deep breath and said: "What I'm about to tell you—don't be afraid."

"Not at all, Mr. Kleine. I'm a professional," Amon said, sitting upright and sipping his black tea. "No one understands the God-Forsaken Land better than I do."

"Zhongli pushed open the gates of the Giant King's Court and allowed his own avatar to be deliberately corrupted by the lingering contamination within, to study it," Kleine recounted his experiences in the God-Forsaken Land, omitting information Amon must not know.

Minutes later,

"Finally, we learned the contamination in the God-Forsaken Land originated from the Primordial—but the blood-red robe and the phantom of Mister Door we saw must indeed be the Fallen Mother Goddess."

"That's roughly all I know," Kleine said, glancing at Amon. He did not tell Amon that his knowledge of the "Primordial" came from Amon's original self.

Amon smiled and used a holy light spell to sketch an image in midair. "For safety's sake, let me confirm: the Primordial you mean—is it Him?"

It was a woman with an indistinct face but an exceptionally sculpted figure—her hair composed of thick, writhing venomous snakes.

"Not the Primordial Witch—Primordial!" Kleine corrected. "That one!"

Su Lin waved his hand, dismissing the historical projection, then pulled out a phone and a poster. He pointed to a game on it, then unfolded the poster to reveal a green-haired girl with twin pigtails.

"Not Genshin Impact or Hatsune Miku!!!" Kleine slammed the table and shouted. "Hey! I've tolerated your stupid memes long enough—now's not the time!"

"The Primordial! The one who created the entire universe, who lives within each one of us!"

Su Lin dismissed the historical projection, his expression strange. "So—that's what puzzles me. Why did the Primordial awaken inside Zhongli, not inside the God of the Chaos Sea? How did this frail, barely-alive Fallen Mother Goddess even breach the barrier?"

"The Fallen Mother Goddess," Amon said, a smile curling his lips, his hands resting on his crossed knees. "If I'm correct, the Hanged Man isn't faring well either."

He referred to the true Creator who governed the God-Forsaken Land.

Kleine had suspected this too—no, he was nearly certain of it.

According to the original timeline, the true Creator should have used the Whisper Seed buried within Kleine to compete with Amon for the "First Blasphemous Tablet."

But now, the Whisper Seed left by the true Creator merely urged Kleine to flee the God-Forsaken Land, while Amon remained inside, and his near-Sequence One avatar had been corrupted.

And now, the whisper seed left by the True Creator only urged him to leave the Land of the Abandoned Gods swiftly, while Amon, who remained in the Land of the Abandoned Gods, had his near-Sequence-One avatar corrupted.

"For all these years, the True Creator has fought the Fallen Mother Goddess's contamination within the God-Forsaken Land without issue—why now, at this exact moment, did it fail?"

"For all these years, the True Creator has fought the corruption of the Fallen Mother Goddess in the Land of the Abandoned Gods without issue—why did a problem arise precisely at this moment?"

Su Lin frowned in thought, then after a moment, gave up and shouted toward the empty air:

"Comrade Adam, are you there?"

A figure materialized in the air, dressed in a simple white robe, with a pale golden beard covering the lower half of his face.

A figure clad in a simple white robe, with pale golden whiskers covering the lower half of his face, was outlined in the air.

Kleine instinctively wanted to flee, but relaxed—he had Su Lin here, so there was nothing to fear.

Besides, he had already met Adam before. Amon's original self had been rescued by Adam, now a Sequence 0 deity—hopefully He wouldn't say anything.

Adam sensed this, smiled warmly at Kleine, and gave an almost imperceptible nod.

"From what I can tell, the Fallen Mother Goddess attempted to awaken the Primordial within herself, using fragments of the Primordial to achieve certain ends."

"Including influencing my other self in the God-Forsaken Land, and causing contamination to surge outward from it."

Upon hearing Adam's words, Amon's avatar's smile froze. "You're—"

Adam looked at Amon's avatar and said: "After Leodecro and the others betrayed me, I awoke."

"Heh," Amon fell silent for a moment, then forced a smile. "Impressive."

As Amon was reeling from the shock of "My brother is my father," Kleine, combining Adam's words, realized something.

Unlike the other two pillars—"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" and "God"—the Fallen Mother Goddess was not a facet of the Primordial Creator's personality, but a being directly born from the Primordial Creator.

In other words, she, like all things in this universe, possessed the conditions for the Primordial Creator's awakening.

"But doesn't she fear the Primordial fully awakening inside her?" Su Lin asked. "At her level, the risk is enormous, isn't it?"

"But isn't He afraid that the Primordial will fully awaken within Him?" Su Lin asked. "At His level of standing, the risk must be considerable, right?"

Every being in this world bears the risk of losing control the higher its sequence.

The Secret Master and God need not worry, for they were originally aspects of the "Primordial," and their current state is merely the aggregation of instincts caused by containing too many Source Essences.

Does the Fallen Mother Goddess have such audacity?

Adam explained calmly.

"For Him, this is now an opportunity."

"He suffered the greatest injury, making recovery difficult—but this also reduces the risk of awakening the Primordial."

"Though still dangerous, it is far better than waiting until ten years later, when He cannot fully recover before entering Earth—this choice now is the optimal solution."

Su Lin blinked in surprise—so the Fallen Mother Goddess, relying on her incomplete recovery, had achieved a delicate balance with the Primordial's influence.

In the past, within the Land of the Abandoned Gods, pollution came only from the Chaos Sea and the Fallen Mother Goddess's influence, which the True Creator could suppress at some cost.

Now, this pollution originates more from the Primordial; the True Creator can only manage limited self-preservation, and even that cannot last long.

Zhongli, as one who directly contacted the pollution, is likely in even worse condition.

"Come to think of it, this situation seems somewhat tied to me," Su Lin wiped nonexistent sweat from his brow, thinking to himself, "I should've just exiled the Fallen Mother Goddess to another dimension from the start."

You tore Him too apart, forcing Him to use skills he couldn't access before during reassembly.

Su Lin tapped the table, frowning at Adam: "Can't you resist through the Chaos Sea?"

"In fact, my situation is nearly identical to the Secret Master's—I never had time to merge with my other self; I am incomplete now," Adam said gravely.

"And the Secret Master's current tier is too low to effectively utilize the Source Fortress."

"As for the Root Calamity, He lacks sufficient transcendental characteristics and lacks singularity—He may not be able to turn the tide."

Adam did not know the condition of the newly risen "Root Calamity," but from current evidence, He belongs to the Secret Master's faction.

Kleine fell silent; the smile on the Amon avatar's face told him exactly what Amon wanted to say.

If saving Zhongli truly requires reaching that point—

Slap—slap—

Su Lin patted Kleine on the back and said, "No big deal."

Kleine's heart instantly settled—he knew Su Lin would never let anyone down! No wonder he was the Buddha with the pendant!

"Worst case, I just wake up the Primordial myself. I've got a technique: Heaven and Earth Share the Same Lifespan," Su Lin raised his thumb toward himself.

Kleine's face froze—he thought Su Lin was joking again—but he saw Adam's expression change across from him.

Adam fell silent, rare as it was; his warm smile vanished. "He speaks the truth."

Kleine's lips twitched; he coldly stared at the two across from him: "Let's discuss the price of the Source Fortress."

If Su Lin uses that technique, everything is over.

"Don't be ridiculous—there are other ways," Su Lin pulled Kleine aside, slightly restraining himself, then looked solemnly at Adam: "The Source Fortress will not be given up—but for this matter, can we temporarily set aside our sequence disputes?"

Adam was not surprised by Su Lin's proposal—in fact, it was precisely why He came today. In confronting the Outer Gods, many disputes can be temporarily shelved.

Regardless of how far the Primordial consciousness within the Fallen Mother Goddess has awakened, she came for the Source Essence; now that Kleine has escaped, her attention will soon turn to the Chaos Sea.

If the Fallen Mother Goddess's plan succeeds, the seal of the Land of the Abandoned Gods cannot contain her—especially since it connects to the Western Continent.

Adam nodded, turning to Kleine: "You may prepare for your ascent."

Adam waved his hand; Daryk, Chief Corin Eliot, and Elder Lovia awoke from their slumber. After brief confusion, they instantly snapped to alertness, assuming combat stances, then began scanning their surroundings.

"Mr. World! Mr. Priest!" Daryk was still tense upon seeing Amon, but relaxed slightly upon spotting Su Lin and Kleine: "Where are we—"

Daryk fell silent mid-sentence, for at that moment, phantom figures emerged from their bodies and solidified.

These figures wore traditional Silver City attire, some wore hunting leathers, others wore armor; they were old and young, male and female, adults and children alike.

Daryk stood frozen; his great axe clattered to the ground. Not only him—even Chief Corin Eliot and Elder Lovia were stunned.

A tall man and woman stood before Daryk; their faces bore resemblance to his, gentle and filled with pride as they gazed at him.

They were his parents, whom he had executed himself.

After emerging from Daryk's body, the Bergs stood before him; the mother embraced him, the father stroked Daryk's hair and whispered:

"You've grown up, Daryk."

"Dad… Mom…" Daryk's eyes welled with tears uncontrollably; his chest heaved violently. He clenched his teeth to speak, but his throat was blocked—he could not utter a word.

Corin Eliot stared at the middle-aged man beside him, taller by several centimeters—the former Chief of Silver City, who had once lost control while changing his Path.

"Corin, I'm proud of you!" The former Chief clapped Corin's shoulder. "I knew you'd shoulder this responsibility—hahaha!"

Corin Eliot remained silent, unable to judge whether this was illusion or reality—until the man's heavy, unceremonious slap landed on his shoulder, transporting him back to childhood, when such blows used to knock him to the ground.

Lovia sat on the ground, hugging her knees like a little girl; she wanted to weep but feared missing each figure emerging from her body.

"Lovia, how many times have I told you—not to sit on the ground when not fighting in the wild! Your clothes are dirty again!"

Beside her, a man with a long scar on his face had appeared; no sooner had he spoken than another slender woman emerged from Lovia's body, delivering a sharp tap to his head.

"Whose habit did you teach me?!"

Kleine watched this scene in astonishment; at that moment, Adam lifted his psychological invisibility, allowing these "people" to be seen by the outside world.

The trainees on the square and the senior members of the "Silver Hand" who had just exited the meeting room discovered a large number of people had suddenly appeared in the base—many of them transcendentalists, even including a Semi-God?!

Had it not been for that my lord among them, they would have thought the base was under attack by a hostile organization.

Seeing others approaching to inquire, Kleine seized the moment and returned to the Gray Mist, gesturing to summon two items.

They were the "Miracle Master's" transcendental characteristic and the "Star Worm" from the "Mystic Saint" Bing Tisi.

Then, he summoned Pale's "Time Worm" from the Historical Mist, using three hundred milliliters of "Udark Wolf's" blood as an auxiliary ingredient.

Kleine sequentially dropped these materials into a crucible; while waiting, he used the Gray Mist's true vision to glance below—those "people" conjured from the subconscious sea had begun contacting factions that held sway over the southern continent.

Ancient history, sealed for millennia, converged with the present age!

"This is the Imaginator."

After gazing for several seconds, Kleine snapped back, pouring the brewed potion into a glass vial.

Miss Kelaien's gaze flickered for a few seconds; in the current situation, even obtaining an angel's position might not be of much use, but regardless,

he had to seize that one slim, insignificant miracle.

Without hesitation, Miss Kelaien picked up that bottle of potion and poured the liquid inside into his mouth.

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