Chapter 366: The Power Is Gradually Returning

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Chaldea

"Detection effective!"

"Repeat: detection effective!"

All units, note: the worldline of the Multiversal Devourer has returned to observable status; Anomaly values remain violently fluctuating!

The hidden magical energy level in the atmosphere is three times that of the Mythic Age!

Da Vinci chuckled: "After collecting so many Great Grails, I feel their goal is nearly reached."

"Who cares about that kind of thing?" Goldluf passed by wearing a Hawaiian-style vacation T-shirt, holding a folding chair: "Anyone want to throw a beach party?"

"Someone who gives up and disrupts morale deserves to be dragged out and executed on the spot." Tenzan Lixiang stared at the projected Earth model, its flickering red glow more chilling than any Anomaly Zone or Singularity had ever been:

"We don't have time to worry about Alien Gods or the survival of Human Order. After all, if the Alien God had even a shred of sense, it would show up now and lend a hand."

"But during this time, apart from the Multiversal Devourers collecting Great Grails, not a single Singularity or Anomaly Zone has appeared."

"Let's go to Fuyuki and see what's happening in that world."

Tenzan Lixiang wasn't worried the Multiversal Devourers would attack her; Chaldea's scale and threat level were likely less than a bothersome insect in their eyes—if they truly saw Chaldea as a threat, they'd have had ample opportunity to destroy it.

From the Fallen God's previous words to Space Ishtar Rin, it was clear they knew everything about the Servant Universe.

"You stay here; we'll go investigate." Ishtar Rin said:

"My Spirit Origin Galaxy's restrictions have been lifted. Though I can't match the Primordial Goddess, if I fight that monster, X and I are more than enough. They haven't even recovered to their former strength yet, have they?"

But direct combat is always the worst option.

"We've faced crises like this before." Tenzan Lixiang smiled and refused: "Last time in the Primordial Universe, we fought together. Don't worry—I'll use Command Spells to support you when the time comes."

The Servant Universe has no Master class, but Servants whose bodies have been fully materialized through the Third Magic of Soul Materialization can enhance their combat ability manifold by forming a contract with a Master via Command Spells—even the newly born "New Universe Goddess Ishtar. Astarte" can gain temporary boosts.

"Then let's take our ship over," Starfall Jane suggested: "If things turn bad, I'll grab Lixiang and run without you."

"I'll kill you!" Ishtar Rin glanced at her annoying friend.

Tenzan Lixiang suddenly remembered the special Grail sitting in her room: "By the way, the residual power of the Primordial Goddess crystallized into a Grail—I've kept it in my room as a memento."

"Take it," Ishtar Rin looked at Tenzan Lixiang in surprise, not expecting her to still have it, then blushed:

"With that,"

"We might just save this massive cosmic crisis!"

Outside the control room, BB covered her eyes, and through the gaps between her fingers, strange malevolent glimmers flickered.

Abigail and other Descended Servants stood nearby; the atmosphere was suffocatingly solemn. In different spatial dimensions, signals utterly unobservable to humans seemed to pulse.

"Wait a bit longer."

"Not yet."

"Rest assured, on this matter, we can guarantee no element of malice as humans understand it."

BB suddenly lifted her head, as if gazing at the sky, suppressing the madness that nearly shattered her Spirit Origin, a faint smile unintentionally curling at her lips.

The methods previously used to prevent Tenzan Lixiang from failing to save Human Order have now failed. The only way to maintain the persona of "the all-supporting younger companion" is clear.

If I don't do this, both the past of "Baiye" and the present where "Tenzan" stands may lose all meaning.

Whether the Demonic God obeys BB or BB obeys the Demonic God—none of that matters.

We'll understand once we reach that place.

Beyond the realm of light and darkness, into the boundless, uncontrollable Grand Void, within the immeasurable vast abyss of darkness, countless deeper black worlds and suns revolve.

Countless formless, mindless foreign gods encircle it, their indescribable claws clutching hateful flutes, whose monotonous low notes never cease, like a lullaby soothing the amorphous, chaotic masses.

Crawling chaos spreads countless forms: vast, cloudlike fleshy masses sway with tentacles; spheres gathering infinite radiance gaze, watching the slumbering Creator of All Things.

"Unable to determine whether His soul still resides within His body."

"That possibility… implies He has gained sentience."

"End."

Unknowing, undesiring, chaotic and disordered.

He is blind. He is foolish.

He cannot perceive his own existence; everything is meaningless to Him.

That should have been the case.

"Reverse."

Sword qi surged, whipping scattered magical energy and distant clouds toward the setting sun.

"Sorry, I missed." Weigong Shilang sincerely told the Red Archer struggling against the Sphinx: "Like when you hit someone in the face by accident while playing volleyball."

"You're trying to kill me too, aren't you?" Red A gripped his Jianjiang Moye, staring at the bottomless trench at his feet: "If you want to try, go ahead, you damn pedophile!"

"I always get the feeling you might betray me someday—you're dangerous." Weigong Shilang's smile remained, his hands open: "So I unconsciously grouped you with that monster I just fought. Forgive me."

If he could win, Red A swore he'd teach this mutated Weigong variant a lesson right now.

At that moment, a brief, brilliant flash shone from afar, like a blue gem embedded in the sky.

"The Grail's hole." Red A stared solemnly at the vast hollow replacing the sun, his hawk-like eyes narrowing sharply: "Are you targeting this universe now?"

"Why are you saying that too?" Weigong Shilang dismissed his projection, rubbed his hair, and said calmly: "It was just a misunderstanding—I explained it to Tohsaka, and you were there."

Weigong Shilang didn't want to explain again—he'd already gone through great trouble to reassure Tohsaka.

"You know deep down whether it was a misunderstanding. Using emotion to deceive Tohsaka Rin, an inexperienced woman, to do your bidding—for Illya, you'd do anything." Red A's tone held mockery:

"Is your so-called justice and the ideal world you paint merely for Illya?"

"I don't know what you went through with her in other universes, but you, in this twisted state, have no right to speak of justice."

Thank you, Su Lin.

Thank you, Kleine.

Thank you, Tunyun Master.

Weigong Shilang fell silent for a moment, suddenly understanding the meaning of "sometimes explanation is worse than no explanation." A faint smile curled his lips as he spoke, his tone slightly sharp:

"In other worlds, I heard a saying: cuteness is justice. Illya is cute, so Illya is my justice. Do you understand?"

"Call me a lolicon or a sister complex if you want—it doesn't matter. I truly like her. Are you satisfied?"

If no emotion arose from the girl's repeated advances, then Weigong Shilang had lost even his humanity.

"." This time it was Red A's turn to fall silent. After several seconds, he asked: "So, are you admitting your plan?"

"That movie was a misunderstanding. This world faces no danger," said Weigong Shilang.

On this principle, no matter how many times he was asked, Weigong Shilang gave the same answer.

Though fleshed by the Holy Grail, this fellow is no longer a pure spirit, yet the risk of further misunderstanding must still be prevented.

Correct—if Weigong Shilang joined the "meme" camp, perhaps Yan Song Lin would pick up her gems and blow herself to pieces with him. Only I cannot treat 'trust' as a joke.

"Allowing those beings to touch the Root is itself the greatest danger!" Red A stared seriously at the slightly childish face and said:

"The fallen Creators have long sought to approach the Root."

"They should not exist in this world—this world is in chaos because of their contact with the Root!"

"If what you say is true—that they are merely movies—then you should urge them to leave this world. I can see they respect your thoughts. You must have a way to make them depart."

Weigong Shilang's expression grew serious. He stared at Red A for a long while.

Countless spiritual bases began forming—not only in this suburb, but in every corner of this world.

From data copied off the Realm Record Band, the replicas of those Heroic Spirits—heroes from well-known legends and forgotten histories—were carrying out orders from the Counterforce.

After the Hengyu Furnace was deactivated, the Counterforce began its first action.

"Look," Red A glanced at the shadows about to solidify around them and said:

"Chaos follows in succession. Even now, you let them continue their actions? Why not make them leave this world? Or are you trying to appease them with the Root?"

The warning carried a biting sarcasm—exactly the sort of thing this man would say.

"Yes, why should we allow them to touch the Root?"

Weigong Shilang's expression remained calm. In his hand, he projected Ganjiang and Moye, identical to the black-and-white blades in the other's grasp. Countless swords and weapons rose from the void behind him, dense as a locust storm, swiftly covering the sky, their sharp points aimed at the earth.

"Perhaps because everyone has a reason they must grow stronger."

Divine power clung to every weapon. A desolate vision of swords swirled around Weigong Shilang, like a mirage in the desert.

"Even Su Lin, whom you call the Fallen God, strives ceaselessly to save his own universe."

"Ye Fan, Kleine, Xiao Yan, Li Huowang—they all have reasons they must grow stronger. The lives they must protect, the regrets they must change—all demand greater power."

Without power, nothing can be changed. Will and belief can carry one forward, can overcome hardship—but they cannot reach a perfect end.

Dancing flames blazed along the horizon, burning space; the ashes left behind transformed into countless distinct swords.

"So you would sacrifice your own world to uphold saving the many at the cost of the few?"

"No. This world will not change because of this farce. I can use this opportunity to take the first step toward fulfilling my ideal—the final step Heroic Spirit Weigong Shilang never achieved."

Sword qi surged like an ocean, slicing the cold, numb, mechanical Servants into dust. The spiritual particles scattered like fine dust, carried away by the tide.

Weigong Shilang looked up toward the horizon, where a spaceship pierced space, trailing a long flame, followed closely by Chaldea's Numeral Submarine.

"The Servants from the Servant Universe have come to this world too! Do you think they can handle this chaos?!" Red A barked: "Everyone—this Earth, this timeline—will be dragged in and killed!"

"I believe Su Lin can handle it all. He said so, so I believe him. After all, it's not like—never mind." Weigong Shilang's words cut off. He turned with a smile toward the Red Archer, his brown pupils reflecting the other's similar face, and whispered:

"Enough with the provocation. Any other questions?"

"If there are, I can stay with you late tonight, right?"

"Alaya-vijnana."

Yellowish-red leaves drifted down with the wind, passing before Weigong Shilang. Between the evening breeze and falling leaves, images flashed: a child with red hair and brown eyes, a middle-aged man with messy hair and a beard, a child wrapped in bandages, a golden-haired maiden knight, a purple-haired girl in a school uniform, a girl with twin tails in red robes—until finally…

When the wind halted.

A girl with snow-white long hair and eyes like deep crimson flames appeared before Weigong Shilang. "She" wore no expression, like the most exquisite doll, elegantly lifting her hem as if a medieval noblewoman.

"He said you like the loli form."

I'll kill him.

Water Mirror Peak

Divine King Jiang Taixu sat cross-legged in empty space, his white robe spotless.

As a cold wind swept from high heaven, he opened his deep, ocean-like eyes, rose, and gazed toward two sudden "flying artifacts" on the horizon. His expression turned solemn; the Hengyu Furnace appeared in his hand.

No mistake—this powerful aura was the same as the previous outsider.

"Comrade Su Lin, should I summon the Emperor Artifact?" Jiang Taixu asked the figure standing beneath the white cross beside him.

The unmasked aura was far stronger than last time. Many powerful spirits had appeared on this planet. Without the Emperor Artifact, even Su Lin, the current Source Heaven Master, would face a brutal battle.

Moreover…

Is that a Great Emperor who has severed the Dao?

Too shocking. But trusting Ye Fan and Su Lin and others, Jiang Taixu dared not lower his guard—especially after the terrifying aura that had appeared not long ago.

Though Ye Fan told him not to worry, that he would understand everything later, his doubts had only grown heavier.

What exactly does the Tianyi Sect intend to do in this world?

Which of them is the Great Emperor of their sect? Which is the Female Emperor on the other side?

Even if they originated from ancient times, unrecorded in history, how did they survive to this day? And why have they ignited conflict in this age?

"No need."

Su Lin shrank the hundreds-of-meters-long cross into his right palm. He fell silent for a moment, then placed it in his pocket. His eyes seemed to recall some distant past.

"Guests are welcome."

Facing the setting sun, his upper garment suddenly shattered. Endless light spilled from his body, ethereal as mist, flowing like water.

Jiang Taixu suddenly widened his eyes; the power on the other person was identical to the abyssal, terrifying aura he had felt before, and it was still rising—slowly, but utterly resolute.

"The power is gradually returning." Behind Su Lin, a brilliant halo appeared, and as it rotated, countless shards of radiant light gradually gathered:

"Not much, but enough."

Jiang Taixu stepped back half a pace—not because of the overwhelming pressure emanating from the other, but because a ridiculous thought had surfaced in his mind: 'The Emperor of the Tianyi Sect?!'

(End of Chapter)