Chapter 516: Who Is the Bishop?

Campus novel Blue Star 77nt Blue Star text/Chapter: 5752:

"Genshin Impact" is an open-world adventure dream produced and published by Interstellar Peace Corporation, officially launched in 2158 Amber Era on the city of Belobog of the planet Yllor.

The game takes place in a dream world called "Rode," where countless Ether Front players, known as Ether Mons, have immersed themselves to collect twelve Divine Keys and fulfill their wishes.

In this memory domain, players can trigger various dream bubbles scattered across the planet and fight alongside figures from distant times and spaces.

During this time, you can search the wilderness for "ancient steles," "books," "weapons," "story fragments"—anything that seems worthless—and later exchange them with Interstellar Peace Corporation for real-world credit points.

Friendly reminder: Every city has a church of the "Fate Church"; participants may perform resource evaluation and exchange near these churches.

"Safety? There's no need to worry about safety—we maintain close cooperation with the Penacony families, and Lady Herta of the Genius Club has confirmed that nothing occurring in this special memory domain causes any real-world damage."

Jade replied to the reporter on camera: "At most, it leaves people slightly fatigued, so we recommend players rest at least two hours after death before logging back in."

"So many bugs! So many bugs!"

"What's going on with these plants?! Don't crawl into my mouth—ummm!"

The camera shook violently, as if hitting the ground with a thud, then displayed a blur of static.

Star reached out, her hand grasping empty air: "This game should have a place to recharge Star Rail or Primogems—maybe we could pull them out."

Logically speaking, anyone unaware of the truth who encountered a god who willingly sacrificed themselves to pave the way for all beings would find it hard not to be moved by the atmosphere of these memory scenes and drawn in by the god's charisma.

"Caw! I want to play Genshin Impact! Let me go, I want to play Genshin Impact!!!"

Unfortunately, this thing was fake—he'd thought Su Lin had dropped gold coins.

Forty percent of Pipixi people, synths, Belobog locals, Xianzhou people, Ether Front players, and company employees raised both hands above their heads, as if embracing the sun, amid the astonished glances of those around them.

"All for the God of Light!"

Star: "."

This local livestream has malfunctioned; error code: the subject is currently pointing at empty air, as if touching something.

A sapphire-blue sword was drawn; as soon as it met the light, it erupted with a ghostly blue spiritual radiance, as if the sun, moon, and stars howled within its blade.

Soon, company employees armed with weapons began rushing into the area.

Amid the noise, the sound of gunfire could even be heard.

As if a trigger, when these words appeared, the entire area's clamor abruptly halted, followed by a deafening, unified chorus.

The camera's perspective shifted and zoomed in, abruptly cutting from the beautiful woman to the background, where several company-uniformed personnel were bound to stretchers, struggling and shouting unintelligible words.

Xiao Yan applied new ointment to his shoulder; a set of neat, well-formed tooth marks was visible on it.

Combined with the earlier dream bubbles observed, a rough logic emerges: these people experienced a life and were stirred by Su Lin's speech.

Amid laughter, chaos suddenly erupted behind them.

"Playing Genshin Impact!"

He had to admit that Meng Qi felt the guy's exit, walking into the darkness as light, was indeed pretty cool—about seventy percent of his own flair for the dramatic.

"Is it really wise to let so many people in?" Li Huowang asked.

The office background behind them shifted to a "player" gathering and communication zone.

"God of Light!"

He spoke, then pulled from his hand an artifact recently unearthed from an erosion tunnel on an ice plain, where countless antimatter legion shadows had lingered.

After a brief pause, the camera returned to normal.

She put away her phone and turned to look at the others.

"This guy is fucking weird—I actually got moved."

A shrill, angry voice rang out as the screen was struck and blurred again.

How to put it

If only this thing were real.

Moreover, many dream bubbles recorded scenes of the God of Light sacrificing himself to save the world.

Meng Qi replied: "No problem—let's see what this guy is up to."

"Fate forever! Heng heng ha aaaaah!"

Does this contagion really not count as mental pollution?

Meng Qi withdrew his hand from the touched dream bubble:

"Eradicate individual differences, apply group psychology, establish a common enemy, and add self-sacrifice—it seems his craft has improved. If I did it, the effect might be weaker."

"My greatest achievement in life: declaring war on the Star God—Tata kai!"

Of course, he rarely does such things—except when treating patients.

"Star, what are you doing?"

"All for the God of Light!"

"Looking for a recharge channel."

"All for…"

"All for the God of Light!"

Jade, a senior executive of Interstellar Peace Corporation's Strategic Investment Department with gray-blue eyes, stood before the camera and smiled.

"Because the game is too realistic, we hope players distinguish between reality and dream; all consequences of addiction are the players' own responsibility."

Her voice resonated, echoing throughout the vast hall.

Meng Qi: "."

Xiao Yan: "."

It makes sense, yet it doesn't quite make sense.

"Send a message to… send one to Lu Mingfei, ask Qing about how things are going."

Recalling the scenes within those dream bubbles

Guard A: "When my wife helped the Holy Maiden clean her room, she saw dozens of the Chief's puppets. Could the Holy Maiden be secretly in love with our Chief?"

Guard B: "What do you mean 'secretly in love'? The Chief has been entering the Holy Maiden's room every night lately."

Guard C: "But the Eighth Rank is also in the room."

"Do you want to go feed the worms, the lot of you?"

A rich, resonant voice came, and the scene plunged into darkness.

Better not talk or chat with Mr. Miss Kelaien for now.

"Why do I have to be paired with you?"

Lu Mingfei looked utterly despairing.

"Your group bullying is far too much for me," Miss Kelaien said, directing his puppets as they conducted archaeological work; he carefully brushed away soil from a stone tablet with a small brush:

"And do you think I've been paying for whose drunken accidents all this time?"

"Friend, you're the primary culprit in this accident."

Although the other seemed to be shifting blame, after careful thought, Lu Mingfei realized he himself bore one percent of the responsibility.

"Why is there reproduction here?!"

"Fruitful Aberration!!!"

"What are these things? Why won't they die?!"

In this city-state, there are the Winged Ones, unregistered Fertile Folk not listed in the Immortal Boat records, traces of reproduction—and naturally, lingering Old Shadows within the Memory Realm.

Especially in these city-states, they are far more numerous.

These clusters of darkness are highly aggressive toward outsiders; players are mostly excavating while fending off attacks.

"Do you think he's dead?" Lu Mingfei turned and asked: "It's been this long—it shouldn't be."

"What kind of hellish joke are you telling?"

Miss Kelaien didn't look up, saying: "Based on divination and spiritual guidance, I chose this spot to search for clues:"

"The Divine Judgment of Heavenly Fire was thrown into the trash and found by Star; the other two Divine Keys were also conveniently obtained by their corresponding individuals. It's too coincidental."

Lu Mingfei asked: "Then where do you think he went? I've collected all four pieces of the 'Oath of Light' relics—the background story clearly explains the fall of the God of Light."

Logically, even if he had traveled to the past, Su Lin could have pulled out a time machine and returned from it.

It's been this long now, and there's not even a trace left—yet the relics exploded.

"Unless he's deliberately playing us, he must have some unspoken reason."

Miss Kelaien's hands paused for a moment. "Perhaps he went to save the world—and got stuck in this state?"

A sharp *crack* as the shovel plunged into the snowy soil.

"Prophet, you're at it again," Lu Mingfei slumped his head.

Miss Kelaien lifted his head, serious: "This isn't prophecy—it's based on my understanding of him."

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment, sighed: "Fair enough."

Miss Kelaien: "It's certainly not on a honeymoon—even if they'd finally hit it off, there's still a third wheel."

"Can't my brother Su fly wing to wing? He's got six, twelve wings!" Lu Mingfei scoffed.

"He prefers watching others fly wing to wing."

Miss Kelaien said flatly: "You'd better watch your tongue—this strange place might have eyes watching you right now."

"It's late at night—Midnight Su Lin, huh?" Lu Mingfei chuckled.

The moment he finished speaking, the shovel hit something hard.

He froze, then immediately bent down to clear away the snow and soil.

It was a rusted iron box.

"What's this?"

He opened the box and saw inside a golden Memory Bubble, and a yellowed photograph of a black-haired girl with an air of scholarly grace.

"." Lu Mingfei stared, stunned for two seconds.

Under Miss Kelaien's blank stare, he dropped straight to his knees.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

More accurately, this place was full of old acquaintances.

Walter Yang's expression didn't change; he only asked into his phone: "So you're certain?"

Then why did you panic and hang up earlier?

Walter fell silent briefly, then activated a Memory Bubble, replaying its images and sounds.

"But you still have me—I can be your guide, can't I?"

The voice of the Void Vault came.

"These are dream-memory echoes projected from Memory Bubbles—likely from a Winged One thousands of years ago, fragments of memories that left deep impressions on her."

Walter Yang stared at the vast, spiritually barren white-prison before him: "I should've told you—there was a Tianmingzhu Sect priest named Otto who appeared on this planet five thousand years ago."

"According to this Winged One's memories and the documents we've gathered, Otto sacrificed himself for the continuation of civilization."

"It seems to have been the Holy Maiden Karin's final wish."

Walter put down his phone—he truly didn't want to see Kong Xiang Wan Cang arrive. Add the man in the Memory Bubble, and now three identical faces, three identical voices, in the same place.

Walter pulled out a glass bottle, shook it twice, and found his stomach medicine was already empty.

"Uncle Yang, General Jingyuan asked me to report for assembly—he's made an important discovery," San Yue Qi called out.

Because someone had recently recognized the Divine Key carried by Huang Quan, Jingyuan chose to move with the group to avoid unnecessary trouble.

The Interstellar Peace Corporation's influence was greater than expected, and the number of factions willing to participate was far larger than anticipated.

Though a planet's map is vast, the pace of advancement and colonization is determined by players across the entire universe.

Even the memory domain passage left by the Joyful Star God in Pinnacorn is now strictly limited in the number of entries and exits.

"General, what have you found?"

Walter arrived before the cathedral of this city-state; the Interstellar Peace Corporation's people had already been driven away.

The Kui Dragon-pattern cloak stirred in the wind; Jing Yuan and the others stood at the entrance, within it

Shadows of the Antimatter Legion and the Winged Ones surrounded the Raksha beneath the central cross.

But they did not attack—unusually, they remained motionless, silent.

A four-winged Winged One shadow stepped from the darkness; her face was mostly obscured by shadow, her wings broken, appearing terrifying.

"Archbishop."

Faint words echoed.

The Winged One's form slowly knelt, half-bowing, tearing a blazing feather from her broken wings, holding it with both hands and offering it reverently:

"We… the Winged Clan… have not betrayed."

"The Cloud Ridden Army has."

"Traitors."

Before the Raksha could respond, the Winged One dissolved into countless black grains, disintegrating within the cathedral, leaving only a final voice echoing in all their minds—'All dedicated to the God of Light.'

The Raksha stared blankly at the blazing feather in his hand, gazing helplessly at Jing Yuan, who kept his distance, and at Jingliu, sitting silently on a bench in the cathedral's corner.

"The Eighth Divine Key: Key of Consciousness—Yudu Chen," Walter said frowning: "Archbishop…"

Jing Yuan clapped his hands and stepped forward: "Sir, you are truly the key to breaking this deadlock—merely by appearing, a Divine Key is delivered to you."

Shhh—!

The shadows in the cathedral raised their weapons together, forming a shield before the Raksha.

The Raksha was speechless.

He felt he had been manipulated—but with these memory bubbles and shadows as "evidence," what could he say?

Boom!!!

The cathedral's dome shattered abruptly; a massive gravitational wave poured down as a Catastrophe Vanguard shadow descended from the sky, his fist striking repeatedly against Jing Yuan's array blade.

"Eden Star?!" Walter's eyelid twitched.

The Catastrophe Vanguard raised his Eden Star in glove form, summoning several black gravity spheres, each firing multiple rays toward Jing Yuan and the surrounding Cloud Ridden Army.

Dozens of Endtime Beasts and Antimatter Legion shadows had also emerged from the city-state, unnoticed.

"No wonder even the Ever-Happy Celestial Lord addresses you as Archbishop," Jing Yuan praised.

The Raksha: "."

Who is the Archbishop?

Before Jing Yuan could act, an icy ripple spread from the Catastrophe Vanguard, and several moonlike sword qi slashed out, annihilating all the shadows.

"We must proceed to the next location."

Jingliu's ice sword shattered; she walked away under the watchful eyes of the Cloud Ridden soldiers.

"Archbishop, may we Cloud Ridden soldiers temporarily safeguard this item?" Jing Yuan picked up the glove on the ground and smiled.

The Raksha nodded, then abruptly shook his head under Walter's hostile gaze: "General, I am not the Archbishop."

Jing Yuan smiled, about to speak, when a Cloud Ridden soldier stepped forward.

"General, the Interstellar Peace Corporation invites you and Mr. Raksha to the Burning Tree—they have important intelligence to exchange."

"They're well-informed indeed."

Jing Yuan smiled, sheathing his array blade: "Let's go see what they have."

(End of Chapter)