Chapter 464: Authority Close to the Creator

It stared at the constantly rotating Probability Die on the ground and the deep‑brown command baton half‑buried in the soil, hesitated, and felt that the Probability Die seemed to have changed, as if it had come to life again.

After rotating in place for almost a minute, the Probability Die finally stopped as if exhausted, its four‑point side facing up!

Tu Ba Ge hesitated, then picked up the Probability Die from the ground and slipped it into his pocket. He then turned his head toward the baton half‑buried in the earth, uncertain whether it was his own staff.

A phantom light composed of tangled knowledge surged forward, and as it neared Tu Ba Ge, the tangled knowledge re‑condensed into the figure of Beiernadai.

Bu Li and Li Ci stared blankly at the suddenly appearing Beiernadai; they had only seen this ability to manifest as an informational being on Ge Lan, and she was an extraordinary being as terrifying as Ge Lan!

The two cats silently met each other's gaze, then, as if reaching a tacit agreement, tilted their heads, reined in their traits, and tried their best to disguise themselves as ordinary cats.

Beiernadai paid no mind to the expressive Tu Ba Ge and the two cats; her deep eyes glanced at the baton half‑buried in the ground.

After scrutinizing it for a while, she withdrew her gaze and said to Tu Ba Ge:

"Your mysterious item has merged with an alien, peculiar force, undergoing a mutation; it now possesses certain fate‑related attributes."

"If you wish to keep using it, you should seal it; that strange power will affect the user's destiny and may even cause subtle contamination."

After warning Tu Ba Ge, Beiernadai's figure again turned into phantom light gathered from tangled knowledge, surging away from here.

Tu Ba Ge stared at the spot where Beiernadai vanished, nodded blankly, then turned to Bu Li and Li Ci, hesitantly saying:

"Um, can I still take this staff? Could mere contact cause negative effects?"

Bu Li stared at the baton for a long while, then, hesitating, shook his head and said:

"I don't know; let's wait here for Ge Lan or your boss to arrive. They can definitely seal this hand—uh, command baton."

"Rabbit, your previous class was Doctor; heal me quickly, I feel my bones are broken."

Li Ci, lying on the ground, weakly spoke up, interrupting Tu Ba Ge and Bu Li's conversation.

The Prophet Clone, who had been chasing the primal moon‑light cultists inside Pa Si Cheng, froze; his eyes suddenly lost focus, turning blank.

A slightly hazy image rose in his mind: under a red moon stood a vague, misty gate, from which streams of multicolored, complex, eerie light surged.

The mental image quickly faded, but his spiritual intuition guided his gaze to the sky, toward where a meteor streaked.

Before he could ponder who had imposed this sudden prophecy, a pale‑blue glow streamed from his eyes.

Pale‑blue specks continuously appeared before him, swiftly outlining an intangible, fuzzy gate; a ghostly blue flash passed, and the Prophet Clone and the gate vanished together on the silent street.

Following his spiritual intuition, the Prophet Clone arrived at a library inside the city; deep within the dim, empty stacks, specks of ghostly blue light burst from the spirit realm, swiftly sketching a phantom gate.

Having just stepped out from the other side of the gate, the Prophet Clone felt inspiration spark; he instantly simulated the All‑Seeing Eye ability, allowing his sight to pierce layers of obstruction, seeing a dazzling, layered stream of light sliding from the sky, drawing nearer.

The beam seemed to belong to a different dimension, silently passing through roof and walls, landing inside the library.

The radiant glow scattered rapidly, as if merging with the entire library, tinting every shelf and every volume with vivid colors.

Amid the rustling of turning pages, the Prophet Clone saw the words on the books warp; the recorded knowledge became vivid, intertwining to construct a bizarre world within the books.

"Authority akin to the Creator?" he muttered softly, and pale‑blue light instantly suffused his eyes.

Specks of silvery white floated around, wandering freely, sketching one All‑Seeing Eye after another, seeking the strange power merging into the library.

"It concerns dimensions, mysteries, and the realm of creation; most likely its authority resembles that of the Knowledge Wilderness, and it should also be akin to the All‑Knowing All‑Powerful Creator."

Relying on his unique Reader Path, the Prophet Clone quickly roughly analyzed the surrounding strange power.

He slightly curled his lip; the pale‑blue glow in his eyes deepened, and his whole body continuously emitted concentric rings of warm, purifying radiance.

With his grasp of knowledge related to the Solar Path, the purifying force he simulated would not differ much from the extraordinary ability wielded by the Unshadowed.

The strange power that had been merging with the library was suddenly repelled; the fusion was forcefully halted, and the power began to exude, point by point, like a trait of an extraordinary being.

Rich, ink‑like colors seeped from each volume, continuously dripping down, converging on the floor into a puddle of liquid pigment.

Tiny brass‑hued glimmers emerged from an unknown conduit, wandering in mid‑air, outlining a blank canvas that purposefully covered the pigment on the floor.

The blank canvas became stained with dense, chaotic colors, resembling an abstract oil painting, depicting a swirl of twisted patterns.

The twisted star‑sky canvas vanished the moment it appeared, seized by an invisible hand, disappearing before the Prophet Clone's eyes.

When those stray brass glimmers appeared, the Prophet Clone instantly understood; his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but quip:

"So, what's my purpose here? To be a locator?"

Pa Si He Gu, in the sky above the eastern side of Bai Lang.

Ge Lan, looking relaxed, leaned against a high‑back chair formed of condensed starlight, as if appraising something interesting, a slight curl at his lips, his eyes fixed unblinking on the nearby mechanical doll on guard.

"Did you see? Your deity has been blocked."

"Although this development was somewhat unexpected, it seems your Steam Church and Yin Di Si's military still couldn't turn the tide; the Pa Si He Gu region will welcome its new ruler."

The mechanical doll's cold face showed no expression; its gaze drifted aimlessly around, then it spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Even if Mei Sang Ye Si truly unifies Pa Si He Gu, can a single native armed force withstand the retaliation from Yin Di Si and Lu En?"

"Under the suppression of the Northern Continent's nations, can he really lead these Southern Continent natives to develop?"

Ge Lan let out two light, indifferent laughs and said:

"Time will bear witness to all; perhaps, before long, your Steam Church's temples on the Southern Continent will be completely cleared out."

"Hmph! Heretic."

The doll's words were cut off; Ge Lan's figure turned into a surge of light formed from tangled knowledge, vanishing before him, and the lone pale‑purple eye that had floated nearby also disappeared, the concealed space returning to normal.

In the nearby sky, a barely visible ray of light swept by, carrying a meteor‑like streak that fell to the ground.

Tangled knowledge instantly reassembled Ge Lan's figure; she lowered her head to gaze at the light‑gray amber she held in the palm of her right hand.

Within it, wisps of mist floated, as if the deepest, darkest desires of the human heart had taken form, and merely looking at it caused great unease.

"A demon? Yet it lacks the extreme, decadent aura of corruption."

She whispered in a low voice; her figure instantly became transparent, turning again into light of tangled knowledge, surging into the spirit realm, flowing away.

Through the glass shade of a gas streetlamp, in a water‑filled puddle on the ground, a pale silhouette flickered intermittently across the protruding windows of the row of houses.

He wore a black cleric's robe, his face gaunt, eyes sunken like a desiccated corpse, skin brownish with a sickly pallor, not resembling a living person but rather a poisonous revenant, and fresh crimson blood streamed from his body, dripping into the dim, deep mirror‑world.

"Huff~ huff~"

Zat Wen gulped breath after breath, emitting wheezing sounds from the pain.

Although he had already put a great distance between himself and the battlefield of the Pas River Valley, he still dared not stop, and a sense of urgent danger lingered in his heart, as if danger were approaching.

Damn it, those scattered drops of blood I didn't have time to clean up will surely be used; that guy is a Divination Master, divination and tracking are his fortes. Is this the special trait of a God's Favored? Clearly, the last time he fought Maihamusi, he had just become a Sequence Four Beyond not long ago.

Just as a thought stirred, the surrounding dim mirror world suddenly brightened; scarlet moonlight illuminated the surroundings, re‑projecting the formerly illusory, insufficiently real scene with crystal clarity.

Zhatewen stopped in surprise, his vigilant gaze scanning the surroundings as he tried to locate the hidden influence.

Sizzle!

The sound of glass continually shattering and breaking kept ringing out.

Zhatewen stared in shock as, amid a clattering noise, the glass windows once painted with colorful patterns shattered and fell, striking the floor, breaking apart and melting into a pool of silvery‑white liquid, completely losing their mirror properties.

(End of chapter)