Chapter 17: Convergence

Chumen had just intended to set off and head to the other battlefield with Medici, but at one particular moment, the prophecy of the Sage's Robe was triggered.

Amidst the convergence and dispersion of a stream of information, he saw a figure walk into a city-state he was somewhat familiar with.

"Sasriel? Silver City?" Chumen's heart stirred; he reached out and twisted the void, directly opening a door to roam to Silver City.

He arrived at a very opportune moment, happening to see Sasriel, who held the Blasphemy Slate, also walking out from a corner of Silver City.

"Hiss? So fast?" Chumen looked at the slate in Sasriel's hand, somewhat surprised. Currently, all the Ancient Gods were still in a stalemate; once the aura of the Chaos Sea appeared, it would very likely trigger a God War.

The war had not yet reached its climax, and the Anchors of the various Ancient Gods had not clearly wavered; they were not yet mad enough.

"It is not to start a God War, but for the Elf King and the Dragon of Imagination." Sasriel nodded lightly upon seeing Chumen.

"Angerweed may have discovered something; even the irritable Soniathrym is watching." Sasriel looked toward the direction of the City of Miracles.

"Dragon of Imagination?"

The items He imagines will surely manifest; the kingdom He fantasizes about will surely descend upon the material world; the future He proclaims will surely be staged and become Reality.

This is the legend of the Dragon of Imagination, and also the Authority of the Visionary.

"The Authority of the Dragon of Imagination can even stir up the tides of Fate."

And now, this future planned by the four of them had conflicted with the future imagined by the Dragon of Imagination, making the Dragon of Imagination alert.

"Gaoxinamu is also clever enough to be able to persuade Soniathrym." Sasriel was also somewhat helpless.

"Ancient Gods are just mad, not stupid." Chumen sighed again, and besides, if the Spectator isn't whittled down, one really cannot play!

The Goddess's Hidden Authority, his Dream Book, and even the Blasphemy Slate—the existence of these three things had tightly hidden all of Their schemes, but the Dragon of Imagination still sensed something wrong from the currents of history.

Perhaps it was because they were too anxious?

Lilith's end was indeed a bit rushed, but having experienced peace, where would one still want to be a madman?

"There is no need to overestimate the Authority of Imagination this much; imagination without the support of Omniscient and Omnipotent is, in the end, just a void." Sasriel explained.

"To pull Angerweed into the fray, one only needs a simple method." Sasriel tapped the Blasphemy Slate lightly.

"Law of Beyonder Characteristic Convergence?" Chumen raised an eyebrow; the Rules of this world were truly wondrous and boundless.

The Blasphemy Slate also recorded this law, and even the Acting Method was on it; it could be called the origin of Sequence Potions.

"That's right!" Sasriel held the Blasphemy Slate, "What is dispersed will surely converge; this is a basic principle, enough to make the Dragon and the Elf enter the fray."

"As for what follows... well, Ancient Gods, as long as they gather together, something will go wrong."

Sasriel chuckled, his palm brushing lightly over the Blasphemy Slate in his hand.

Whoosh!

Chumen took a step back to avoid a collision between the Dream Book and the Chaos Sea, as if the sound of surging waves appeared in his ears.

A layer of exceptionally thick Shadow Curtain appeared in front of Sasriel; the curtain slowly pulled open, and behind it was an ocean of indescribable color that seemed to contain all secrets.

At this moment, looking at the Chaos Sea, Chumen revealed some changes he had not anticipated himself; his expression became indifferent, and his pupils flickered with pale phosphor.

He had seen the Chaos Sea from afar a few times before, but this time, he was truly seeing the main body of the Chaos Sea!

His expression was very strange, like those mad Ancient Gods, and even the sleepiness he had always been most wary of began to appear, drowning his consciousness like a tide.

Sss!

The Divinity Badge on his chest flashed with two kinds of radiance; the divinities of Sleepless and Eternal Day allowed Chumen to regain a bit of his wits, and he opened the Dream Book in his hand, the Dream Phosphor isolating his line of sight.

Whoosh!

Cold sweat broke out on Chumen's back, his brows locked tight, "Chaos Sea... Source Quality!"

He keenly sensed the influence that the Chaos Sea and even other Source Qualities might have on him.

"Need to be more careful when contacting Source Qualities in the future..."

Chumen had returned to normal and looked up at Sasriel, who was draped in the Shadow Curtain. At this time, only a pair of eyes were exposed from the curtain, and the gaze was filled with the meaning of "Fallen" and "indifference."

More like that high and lofty Ancient Sun God!

And at this very moment, Chumen looked up at the sky, sensing the surging of the Ancient Gods' power precisely!

Two of the gazes that had locked onto the aura of the Chaos Sea the fastest fell; Chumen's pupils shrank sharply, as if he saw a gray-white Dragon with pale gold eyes and vertical pupils.

On the gray-white scales of that Dragon were engraved one mysterious three-dimensional symbol after another. If it weren't for the fact that Chumen's essence was not tainted by madness, he would have become mentally chaotic, his thoughts distorted, and developed strong self-destructive tendencies the moment he saw these symbols!

Dragon of Imagination, Angerweed!

And the other was a Tyrant wearing black armor, stepping on sea waves, surrounded by Storm, draped in Lightning, eyes containing Calamity, and holding a trident!

Elf King, Soniathrym!

These two Ancient Gods were the first to cast their gazes here because of the Law of Beyonder Characteristic Convergence.

There was utter madness and longing in those gazes, looking at the Blasphemy Slate in Sasriel's hand.

"It connects to the Chaos Sea and has the possibility of controlling the Chaos Sea!" Both Ancient Gods understood this point.

Sasriel looked up at the two Ancient Gods indifferently, put away the Blasphemy Slate in his hand, and that Chaos Sea containing all secrets gradually faded away.

"Damn it!" Mad electric snakes were bursting; the sky turned scorching white in an instant, and the field of vision was filled with countless lightning bolts.

That curtain-like Shadow rose up, using the power that had not yet completely faded to block all the lightning.

"Go!"

Finally, the curtain fell, completely covering Sasriel, and he disappeared from here.

"Roar!" Above the largest palace of the City of Miracles, Liweixide, the Dragon of Imagination's eyes flashed with longing that was difficult to Pacify and restrain; if He suppressed it by force, His own state might undergo mutation!

This kind of intense convergence effect was even more terrifying than a Curse.

"Get it, take the Chaos Sea!" Angerweed roared, looked at the Dragon Race of the City of Miracles, and ordered coldly, "March toward the battlefield!"

"Roar!" Countless Dragons lowered their dragon heads and responded with low roars.

The same scene happened at the Elf King's Palace; in fact, if it weren't for the Queen of Calamity, Gaoxinamu, holding him back, Soniathrym would have already turned into lightning and rushed toward Silver City!

"The Chaos Sea is calling us!" The Elf King roared, his desire for Destruction rising to an unprecedented height.

"Then let us set off!" Gaoxinamu knew it could no longer be stopped and looked at the Elf soldiers who had long since assembled.

"Storm above!" all the Elves roared, the ocean surging with incandescent lightning, the Storm incessant, whipping up terrifying Tsunamis.

The appearance of the Chaos Sea accelerated the progress of the war, and all the Ancient Gods mobilized, advancing toward the Giant King's Court.

After the subordinate gods and Angels under the various Ancient Gods joined the battlefield, the intensity of the war rose sharply by a large margin!