Chapter 406: The Origin of the Time Worm's Qi Body

For the Main World……

Xia Zhi is the return to that initial point, and also that final point.

The "he" here seems forever to be that same appearance, as if nothing has changed.

But.

In other worlds——

In the Sky, on the Earth, in the distant End of Time.

At this moment, its form of existence, like ripples, spreads infinitely.

That existence surpasses the limit, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, trillions——even up to that incalculable number, so many there is no number to count them.

The fluctuations of the Probability Planes spread like waves, reaching to the End of Time; in this instant, all possibilities overlap into one.

Reality and illusion, at this moment, blend; boundaries blur.

Ten Thousand Things resonate at this moment; Spacetime seems to stagnate.

Only that existence remains, in an indescribable posture, interpreting a certain Life Essence transcending the Four Greats.

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Realmspace Crystal Sphere System.

The Faerun Continent on the Toril World.

The Supreme True God Sect raged for a time, relying on the sudden End of the Dharma Era, and the incredible mass popularization of Mithral weapons and armor……

Hardly they forged an invincible prestige; the situation deteriorated for a thousand li, the entire continent shrouded in turmoil and unease.

At the most critical juncture, they not only occupied the Sword Coast, but also expanded outward rapidly; neither the Surface World nor the Underdark escaped calamity……

They had the violent momentum of "if worst comes to worst, sink the whole Faerun".

Unfortunately, it was ultimately only a brief momentum.

Heroes of the Faerun Continent emerged like carp crossing the river, layer upon layer without end. Whether unique Adventurer Groups or arrogant villain forces, they have never been summarizable in just one or two.

Every era has its own Protagonists; they write legends in their own ways. And every era also has its own Theme; this is a certain Consensus reached by the Gods.

The Divine Power of the Realms may find it hard to truly unite in purpose and cooperate wholeheartedly for the same world and the same dream……

But when it comes to making trouble for colleagues, they are extremely cooperative, extremely tacitly aligned.

——One's own schemes may not necessarily succeed……

——But colleagues' plans absolutely must not succeed……

This seems to be an Unspoken Rule among the Gods; even for their own interests, they have too many reasons to Destroy other Divine Powers' plots.

Even Divine Spirits cooperating with each other, when it comes to the final harvest, cannot help but backstab each other, attempting to swallow all fruits alone.

Then what reason is there to believe other Divine Powers would really watch with folded arms and do nothing?

This is the cruelty of this Gods' arena called Faerun.

On this vast Material Plane, there is no Eternal hegemon, only an ever-changing power structure.

Everyone plays on this Server; it is impossible to allow one person to easily dominate the server. The arrogance and dignity of pay-to-win players, the balancing and interests of official operations, together weave an intricate and complex net.

Therefore.

Under the tacit promotion of all forces, a vast all-out war also erupted on the Faerun Continent. War flames like a prairie fire, once ignited cannot be extinguished.

And the reason it is called an all-out war is naturally because this is a joint effort among all races and all faiths.

Elves, Dwarves, Humans, all found their places in this war.

——Facing the unprecedentedly ferocious Supreme True God Sect……

——Facing this Colossal Thing that cares only for quantity not quality, crazily mass-producing troops……

——Facing this organization that crashed market prices, extravagantly arming every cultist with Mithral Equipment……

——Facing this super evil cult that on one hand relies on Antimagic Fields to overturn the Weave, on the other uses Mind Flayer insects to attempt to control the populace……

One must say, such a super evil cult is no longer a dark force that a single Church Organization can easily deal with.

Therefore, heavy fists must be brought out.

And under the premise that Game Rules have not changed, Divine Power cannot easily descend to the mortal world……

They can only mobilize the allied armies of the Realms as much as possible, gather the greatest strength, and together crusade against this evil cult that has become an established climate.

——Whether Good or Evil, whether Lawful or Chaotic, and regardless of whether the Divine Spirits and Churches behind them get along……

——Most set aside prejudices, crossed the chasms of race and faith; even if truly absolutely unable to Coexist, they could separately dispatch forces to different North-South fronts, East-West Battlefields……

As long as they don't directly run into heretics, then pinching their noses is still acceptable.

Almost short of Demons and Devils coming to help out.

The Church of the Goddess of Magic found a method to briefly suppress Antimagic Fields; other Divine Spirit Churches also cracked the Supreme True God Sect's Brand and Weapon Encryption one after another……

For a time, all manner of powers gathered together, thoroughly sounding the counterattack's horn.

Clerics and Saints, Heroes and Warriors, shouting slogans, bravely charging, swinging Nail Hammers smashing the heads of one Goblin or Ogre after another.

Probably that expansionist force that spared no cost, in the end must face the fate of backlash.

When those continuous battle lines stretched too long, the Supreme True God Sect likewise could not avoid falling into the predicament of whip too short to reach, strength insufficient for the task.

As advantages were lost one after another, all fronts fell into bitter struggle; large quantities of Mithral Weapons were also captured by enemy forces……

Until even the hidden danger of the Mind Flayer larvae was found a solution for, and the Mithral Arsenal hidden deep in the Underdark was also seized by enemy forces……

At this point, the great trend was gone; previously expanded and occupied territories were also forced to be spat out one after another.

Under the allied armies' crushing offensive, the Supreme True God Sect shrank back to the Sword Coast, then suffered successive routs, retreating step by step.

Finally, forced to shrink back to Baldur's Gate.

However, what is foreseeable is that at this step, no one will say "stop at the point"; beating the drowning dog is the proper way.

Under the leadership of numerous heroes, Saints, and Legendary Strong Experts, the allied forces pressed on in one sustained surge and penetrated the Cult's final Headquarters.

When that Mind Flayer Elder Brain wearing Karsus's Crown fell, in a single instant, cheers like collapsing mountains and tsunamis erupted from all directions!

"Victory!"

"Glory!"

"You damn Insects! Crawl back to your homes!"

"We won! We won! We protected Faerûn!"

The warriors' roars were like Mors Thunder, shaking the air; heads packed together, a dark mass covering sky and earth, people of different races cheered and leaped, excited until their faces flushed red.

They were so Excited they Jumped Up to embrace those Beside them, not caring whether they knew each other.

Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, they would still go their separate ways, even oppose Each Other because of their differing ideals and Beliefs.

But at least in this moment.

They were celebrating From the Heart, sharing their joy and excitement with strangers at their Side.

"Wrong——!!"

"The Weave hasn't Recovered yet!"

At this time, another voice rang out, like a sharp Sword, piercing through the people's revelry and joy.

"This... this Elder Brain, is not the Supreme True God!"

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"..."

People stared at each other in blank dismay, the mountain-collapsing tsunami-like cheers gradually Disappeared.

Their faces showed Blankness, as if for a moment they couldn't quite understand what had happened.

Could it be that the final BOSS they had painstakingly defeated wasn't actually the true culprit?

But this Should Not be right?

The Supreme True God's Rise brought dark clouds to Faerûn; tracing its Essence, the main problems were just two.

First, the specially deliberately modified Mind Flayer larvae...

Second, the impact on the Weave, Destroying the foundation of the Spellcasting system...

Then, a Mind Flayer Elder Brain wearing Karsus's Crown clearly fit both Conditions very well.

At least the Majority of people thought this way, and linked them together.

However, now they were told it was not so; this Mind Flayer Elder Brain was merely a Chosen Piece that had been Utilized, not the true Supreme True God...

Then——

Where is the Supreme True God?

Wasn't it said that was just a false god? Since the plan has already been thwarted, why hasn't it appeared? Could it have fled?

In the instant of thinking, perhaps just the moment of a Trance.

They got what they wished for.

Their gazes skewed under an unknown force.

As if a bottomless swamp's gravity source had captured everyone.

The Sky seemed to tear open a gap; a huge black hole slowly Appeared, bringing gravity changes similar to a Spacetime fault to all of Faerûn.

But that was not a true black hole, but a Walking humanoid Singularity.

Where Time and Space both Collapse to a point, Paradoxes intertwine and Distort into knots, constituting a collective body of desire and Consciousness.

At this moment, from the bottomless abyss to Heavenly Mountain, Divine Powers or quasi-divine existences closely Following the situation's development all cast their gazes.

They realized something.

——Faerûn's hidden God of Time, had actually already been born at some unknown time.

——Time Worm.

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In some Distant Spacetime.

The Solar Wind blew wantonly like hunting banners, while the stars quietly, fiercely Burned, releasing endless Light and Heat, illuminating the entire Xing Xi and the entire World.

In the boundless Void Point, Immortal Dao great ships spanned the Sky.

Occasionally there were also tyrannical Sword Lights or Sword Rainbows, directly traversing Space horizontally and vertically; those were powerful cultivators who traverse the Void with their Flesh.

At the boundary of the galaxy's gravity well, at some unknown time a huge and ancient Gate had been built.

It stood in the Void Point like a sky pillar, supporting the Bridge between two Worlds.

Various Escape Lights, Sword Rainbows, and also treasure ships and great ships, the Majority all headed there, like a thousand sails competing, ten thousand boats contending.

"Without realizing, so many years have passed already..."

A middle-aged Daoist stood on the bow of a great ship, watching the huge Gate like a sky pillar in the Void ahead slowly approach, Cannot Bear some emotion.

Passing through the Domain Gate is just an instant.

The Next Moment.

The Void around the great ship changed; they Arrived at a brand new Xing Xi, far from the Mother Star and homeland, another home World opened up by Humans.

Thick Spiritual Energy filled the air, as always, no difference at all.

Inhaling and exhaling the starry Qi Ji, the middle-aged Daoist only felt body and mind refreshed; that Endless Vital Energy Sea seemed to Exist no matter Where.

Qi Ji rises and falls, Qi transmits to all emptiness.

Divine Abilities, Dao Techniques, all profound Phenomena flow upon it.

"Hehe, Spiritual Energy Source, Spiritual Energy Source... those people are just spouting fallacies and heresies."

The middle-aged Daoist seemed to think of something, and could not help but laugh.

Heaven and Earth, the Profound Sect.

Myriad Qi, the Fundamental Root.

When it comes down to it, the current new era of scientific cultivation no longer concerns itself with these things.

"We've already left the Solar System by tens of thousands of light-years, yet isn't it still the same? Isn't Spiritual Energy everywhere in the Universe? Why bother with the source?"

(Chapter End)