[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d":3,"chapter-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-236":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of All Heavens: From a Wasteland Farm to a Divine Court of Myriad Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2344429,4582,"Chapter 236: The Whispering Corridor and the Echoes of the Past","lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-236",236,"\u003Cp>The spiral staircase downward seemed endless, buried deep in the bottom of the Ark, as if leading to the earth’s core. Glowing crystals embedded in both walls emitted a constant but faint light, barely illuminating the rough, ancient stone steps beneath. The air was cold and heavy, thick with the scent of dust and time’s sediment; each breath felt like inhaling millennia of solitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that faint whispering, since stepping onto the staircase, had never ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it was merely a faint background hum, like the distant clamor of a marketplace. But as Lingna descended step by step, the sound grew clearer—not a single voice, but a fusion of countless voices: Elvish, Human, and others she could not comprehend at all, twisted and bizarre syllables. They wove together, sometimes urgent, sometimes sorrowful, sometimes angry, sometimes terrified—like a chaotic choir of souls eternally chanting fragments of the past within this confined space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna descended cautiously; though her body had regained partial strength, it remained weak. The tattoo on her right leg, temporarily suppressed, periodically sent sharp stings and coldness through her, reminding her the threat still lingered. She watched her surroundings warily, her left fist clenched tight, ready to respond to any danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls on either side of the staircase began to change. Smooth surfaces gave way to massive, wall-spanning reliefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The style of these reliefs was extraordinarily ancient—even more crude and abstract than the murals at the sanctuary’s entrance, brimming with symbolism. They no longer depicted harmonious scenes of elves living with nature, but… war, disaster, and flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw monstrous, grotesque shadow creatures descending from torn skies, devouring light and life; saw glorious Elven cities collapsing amid fire and explosions; saw countless refugees—Elves, Humans, and other strange races—crammed within the massive Ark, their faces filled with despair and terror of the unknown; saw the Ark struggling through chaotic energy storms and warped starspaces…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an epic record of a civilization’s end and its desperate escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whispering seemed to shift with the content of the reliefs. When passing scenes of war, the whispers rose high, filled with fear and despair; when passing scenes of the Ark’s voyage, they sank low, heavy with confusion and prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna slowed her pace, immersed in the weighty, tragic echo of history, as if witnessing firsthand the distant era when the disaster struck. The Ark had not always been this silent ruin—it had once carried the last embers and hope of countless civilizations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what happened afterward? Why did the Ark crash here? How did the disaster in the Seventh Ecological Garden occur? Those “Chaos Eaters”…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her questions found partial answers in the next reliefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reliefs grew strange. Scenes depicting life inside the Ark began to show discordant shadows. Some Elves and creatures’ silhouettes twisted, their bodies sprouting bizarre, moss- or fungus-like substances. Images of suspicion, conflict, and internal strife emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came scenes of quarantine and purification. Contaminated zones were sealed off by massive energy barriers. And then… loss of control. Horrifying, twisted monsters—fusions of plant and animal traits—burst through the barriers, rampaging and devouring within the Ark. Elven guards fought desperately but were pushed back, step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whispering here became piercing and agonizing, filled with screams and desperate cries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna saw the relief of the Seventh Ecological Garden—massive plant roots polluted and devoured by dark red substances, which then coalesced, alive and pulsing, into the embryonic form of the dark red aggregate she had encountered before! The “Chaos Eaters” truly originated from within the Ark’s disaster!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She continued downward, her heart growing heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final relief froze on a group of Elven elders gathered around a glowing object (likely that seed), placing it into a downward passage (likely the one she had descended). Behind them surged a tide of dark red. The elders’ faces were filled with resolve and sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whispering here dissolved into endless, sorrowful sighs and chants, like a requiem for a civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Sanctuary and this seed were the final measures taken by the Elven civilization—to preserve their last hope—before the disaster spiraled completely out of control. They sacrificed themselves to seal this area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that “hunger”… perhaps it was the collective term for that dark red force that devoured and corrupted everything?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna felt as if she had touched the heavy pulse of history, her reverence and understanding of the seed and the Sanctuary deepening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staircase finally ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead lay a massive, arched entrance. Beyond it stretched an impossibly vast, awe-inspiring space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a colossal circular hall, far larger than any place she had seen. Its dome soared so high it vanished from sight, studded with countless faintly glowing crystals like a starry sky. The center of the hall was empty, while the circular walls—from floor to dome—were densely, neatly lined with countless… crystal prisms!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each prism stood taller than a person, translucent and clear, containing within faint, mist-like energy forms. Upon closer inspection, those energy forms vaguely resembled the silhouettes of various races and forms—some like Elves, some like Humans, others entirely alien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the whispering that filled the entire space, omnipresent, originated from these countless crystal prisms! Each prism emitted faint psychic fluctuations; together, they formed this boundless, ceaseless “Sea of Echoes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Hall of Echoes! These crystal prisms… were they…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A disbelief-filled hypothesis arose in Lingna’s mind. She stepped slowly into the hall, approaching a row of prisms along the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently pressed her hand against a prism containing an Elven silhouette. Instantly, the Elven whisper became clear—not fragmented chaos, but a repeated, anxious thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Eilana... my daughter... you must survive... escape...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She touched another prism, containing a Human silhouette:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...home... I want to go home... damn war...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She touched a prism with a strange, energy-like form:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...（incomprehensible frequency and emotional fluctuations, filled with chaos and pain）...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These… were they the… soul imprints of the Ark’s dead? Or perhaps their strongest final thoughts and psychic fragments, collected and sealed here by some force, forming this eternal echo?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no storage chamber—it was a vast… tomb? Or rather, a monument recording the final obsessions of countless dead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna walked through the ocean of intertwined whispers, feeling the overwhelming sorrow, longing, fear, and resentment—her heart so heavy she could barely breathe. Behind every voice lay a vanished life and a shattered story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was her purpose here? The Elven elder said the “seed” must be taken to the “Sanctuary,” and the “Sanctuary” lay beneath the “Hall of Echoes.” She was already in the Hall of Echoes—beneath… was there still a deeper level?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gazed at the open space at the hall’s center. There, the whispering was most concentrated, most chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly walked toward the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closer she came, the louder and more chaotic the whispers became—countless fragments of thought surged like tides against her consciousness, leaving her dizzy and unable to think. The tattoo on her right leg also stirred, growing faintly warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she reached the exact center of the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground here bore a massive, impossibly complex Elven array. Its patterns glowed faintly, resonating subtly with the Hall of Echoes’ energy field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the array’s center were two palm-shaped depressions. Beside them, ancient Elven script was carved:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【With twin light, listen to the final echo, and open the path to the source.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twin light! Again, this condition!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna looked at her empty right shoulder, then at the silver thorn mark on her left arm and the suppressed dark red tattoo on her right leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Contradictory vessels… both hope and risk…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be… that “twin light” did not mean two pure forms of light, but rather… this strange equilibrium between two utterly different, even conflicting energies within her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bold, almost insane thought surfaced in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a deep breath, her gaze hardening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, she pressed her left hand onto one depression. The silver thorn mark glowed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, gritting her teeth, she lifted her right leg—still bearing the dark red tattoo—and, with effort, placed her calf against the other depression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant her skin touched the depression—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sudden transformation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The countless whispers of the Hall of Echoes surged violently, piercingly loud! All crystal prisms flared intensely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive array beneath her feet blazed to life—but the light was not pure white. Half blazed brilliant silver; the other half oozed strange, unsettling dark red!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two lights, channeling through her body, surged into the array, violently clashing and repelling each other—making the array’s glow unstable, flickering wildly, as if ready to collapse and explode!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna screamed in agony! She felt her body become a battlefield again—this time, the energy conflict far worse than before! The silver mark on her left arm and the dark red tattoo on her right leg burned with searing pain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hall of Echoes shook violently! Glowing crystals on the dome began to crack and fall!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edge of total chaos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the chaotic whispers, certain powerful fragments of thought, drawn by the violent energy clash and the strange state of “twin light,” broke through time’s barrier, becoming startlingly clear—like a flood pouring into Lingna’s mind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...No! Wrong direction! Energy reversed!” A frantic male Elven voice (like the one from the terminal recording!) “...Hold steady! Use the ‘key’ to guide it—channel it into the backup circuit!” A stern, elderly female Elven elder’s voice commanded. “...Impossible! Elder! The ‘Hunger’... the ‘Hunger’ is seeping through the energy link!” A third voice shrieked in terror. “...Sever it! Cut the connection to the main root! Activate final isolation!” The elder’s voice was filled with despair and resolve. “...What of the ‘cradle’? What of the children?!” “...No time! For the many... we must... AHHH!!” A violent explosion and scream drowned all other sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, another cold, ravenous, infinitely hungry thought—like a parasitic worm—slithered along the dark red energy link, attempting to pierce Lingna’s consciousness!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Delicious... light... more... give me...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna’s head throbbed as if her soul would be torn apart by the chaotic thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this extremity of chaos, she suddenly caught a clear, focused fragment of thought—transmitted at the last moment by the elderly elder, seemingly expending all her strength:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Seeker... if you hear this... remember... the ‘Hunger’ originates from... the World Tree’s... sorrow... the Purification Key... lies in... the ‘Twin Pool’... find... the first... tear...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The array’s light exploded to its peak—then vanished instantly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All anomalies disappeared. The Hall of Echoes returned to its original state, the whispers continuing, as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna collapsed to the ground, drenched as if pulled from water, her mind blank—except for that final thought fragment, echoing endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>World Tree’s sorrow? Purification Key? Twin Pool? First tear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the center of the array, between the two depressions, a narrow passage—just wide enough for one person—opened silently, descending downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ancient, pure energy, tinged with faint sorrow, rose from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That… was the true path to the source?\u003C\u002Fp>",1823,"2026-06-21T00:09:54.226Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b1d6128e7f21987b020e9e2f87d6daee0ef2e6dd9f5f1d3150685202b98f431d","lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-237","lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-235",247,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-cover.jpg"]