Chapter 467: Mr. Huang

What does this mean?

Lei Kedun furrowed his brows slightly and looked at Bei Erna Dai, whose eyes had become clear again.

Bei Erna Dai slowly shook her head and said calmly:

I have glimpsed some futures through what happened tonight, yet I cannot decipher much of them.

Only a vague foresight—some possible future has been fixed, like a ship anchored on the sea, its heavy anchor buried deep in the seabed mud, holding it in place; among the countless tributaries of the River of Destiny flowing toward the future, a certain force strings history together, forming a heavy, solid anchor that firmly secures that possible future.

This change is not enough to make the future directly reach a fixed outcome, but it does constrain the future to some extent; no matter how the world's future unfolds, the fixed events will inevitably occur.

If the future were likened to a roiling ocean, the fixed possibility would be a ship at anchor, remaining moored there regardless of how the waves rise and fall.

I'm not sure whether this is a manifestation of the River of Destiny upon reality, or an unknown, powerful force acting directly on the River of Destiny; after all, the Wheel of Fate has not yet appeared.

A possibility anchored? It sounds a bit like a Fate Ring, yet the primordial leftover barrier remains; it could not exert such influence on this world. The era tide driven by A Meng's brother? Or the Key of Light?

"It seems you're speculating?" Bei Erna Dai's voice interrupted Lei Kedun's contemplation.

"Ah, it's just a slight stir; compared to the future, I find the present within reach far more important."

The sudden interruption made Lei Kedun pause, then he chuckled lightly and replied.

"Is the present within reach more important?"

Bei Erna Dai gave a noncommittal gentle nod; in the next instant her figure shattered, turning into a vague, invisible light composed of tangled knowledge, which surged away from here.

A chilly night wind stirred the surrounding trees, which, though purified, still retained their strange forms, producing a rustling sound.

Pu La Ke stepped two paces forward to Lei Kedun's side, gazed at the spot where the mysterious queen vanished, and said with a hint of sigh:

"I originally thought the most likely candidate to ascend to angel on the sea would be the 'King of the Five Seas'; he has already established his own rules on the ocean, and is not far from Sequence Two."

"The Duke of Entropy? Indeed, his ritual is essentially complete, perhaps stalled on the Demon Elixir, since the primary ingredient for an angelic‑level demon elixir is a mythic creature, not easy to obtain."

Lei Kedun nodded lightly with a sigh, then turned his gaze to the river ahead; the dead, still river showed no ripple under the cold wind.

His eyes darkened briefly, he sighed inwardly, and then said:

"This river is already dead; I wonder if the Earth Church can solve this problem."

As the words fell, a warm breeze rose around, unlike the winter chill, more like a spring wind under gentle sunshine, carrying the scent of grass and earth, like a mother's warm palm caressing the land.

The rich vitality condensed the moisture in the air into rain, which fell onto the streets, the jungle, and the dead river, bearing a soothing power.

Ripples formed on the dead river's surface, shattering the reflection of the deep red moon, and tiny fragments of life surfaced in the water.

"This is... a miracle!"

Pu La Ke stared in astonishment at everything unfolding; such a level of life restoration can only be achieved by the Earth Mother Goddess, who holds the authority of life among the Seven Gods.

Lei Kedun likewise watched everything, his Seeker's Eye allowing him to see more; even without actively probing, he could feel the gentle gaze falling upon him.

When everything settled and the gaze upon him vanished, he finally exhaled, turned his head toward Pu La Ke and said:

"I thought we'd have to wait for the Earth Church to hold a grand ceremony before that being would respond; after all, displaying a miracle now would easily improve the locals' attitude toward the Earth Church's faith."

"Perhaps it's merely a statement of stance; as long as the Earth Church doesn't meddle in the internal conflicts of the Southern Continent, both I and Mei Sangyesi would gladly allow them to proselytize here."

Pu La Ke looked at the scene, now tinged with some vitality, and his expression softened unusually.

The vitality of this area will be hard to restore to its former state quickly; the Earth Church's aid is indeed necessary. Pu La Ke sighed inwardly, then turned and stepped into the Spirit Realm; before his figure became fully transparent and vanished, he murmured:

"I'll go find Mei Sangyesi; this place needs cleanup, perhaps we won't even wait until tomorrow—news of all colonial forces being expelled from Pas River Valley will spread across the Southern and Northern Continents."

After a moment of silence, Lei Kedun gazed at the red moon overhead; his figure turned transparent, like a statue forged from countless stars, then transformed into sparkling starlight that swarmed into the Spirit Realm.

In the library deep within the Spirit Realm, sparkling starlight surged from every corner, quickly converging, and amidst the glittering stars Lei Kedun's figure reformed.

As his figure solidified, a highly abstract, twisted starry‑sky oil painting was tossed before him; Lei Kedun instinctively reached for it, his gaze lingering on the canvas as deep‑blue radiance flowed quietly from his eyes, imparting an unusually sacred, wise impression.

After observing for a moment, he rolled up the painting, placed it on the table to Mr. Huang's right, and cautiously examined the other's condition.

In Mr. Huang's eyes, specks of silvery white seemed to flow, appearing exceptionally cold and sacred; though He sat before them, He gave an extremely distant, unreal impression.

Mr. Huang seemed to undergo a subtle change, entirely different from his usual demeanor toward me. After a moment's consideration, He whispered:

"This painting contains a unique, incomplete world; is it also something that burst out from the Summoning Gate?"

Mr. Huang nodded slowly, his voice calm as he said:

"Exactly. You should sense an instinctual attraction from this painting; from the information I've gathered, it shares many similarities with the paths of the Knowledge Demon and the Creator, possessing authority that can devour and absorb each other."

"And it aligns with some of the Knowledge Demon's and Creator's authorities? They are entirely different systems; does such cross‑system devouring of authority truly not cause the entity to lose control?"

Lei Kedun asked in surprised retort.

Seated serenely in a high‑back chair, Mr. Huang's hand brushed over the rolled‑up painting; his deep eyes revealed no obvious clear opening as he said:

"What is called loss of control is essentially the spiritual imprint embedded in extraordinary traits, and the madness of primal instinct pressing upon one's own reason."

"Those beings in the starry sky differ from us; they are mythic creatures wholly guided by divinity. Merging similar authorities and traits is their instinct—you may view their essence as madness; a little more or less madness makes no difference to them."

"Based on the authorities they already wield, accommodating compatible source matter and higher traits does not cause them to split due to inter‑trait conflict; within certain limits they can retain self‑hood, preventing the primordial from awakening within them."

Lei Kedun nodded thoughtfully, perhaps understanding why those ancient ones, whose original substance and traits were not torn apart by the First Creator's awakening, have gathered around Earth, which has amalgamated most universal traits—a fragrant, cake‑like mass that everyone wants a bite of.

After a brief contemplation, he pointed to the highly abstract, twisted painting and asked, "From which ancient one does it come?"

"It has many names in the starry sky; the most fitting and representative is 'High‑Dimensional Overseer', with other titles reflecting certain traits, such as 'First Philosophy' or 'Supreme Mystery'."

"The High‑Dimensional Overseer should be able to observe all dimensions—fate, time, space, the star realm, the Spirit Realm, the material world, the mind world, and so on. Perhaps this multidimensional nature granted it the title 'First Philosophy'."

"Compared to it, the Knowledge Demon, also adept at observing the world and mastering endless mysteries, resembles knowledge itself, aligning with the Moss Ascetic Order's belief that all things are numbers."

"From this painting, it appears to possess the ability to turn ordinary scrolls into real worlds, or to interweave different dimensions."

Mr. Huang resembled a professor diligently explaining knowledge to students, carefully choosing his words to keep his description simple and clear.

No wonder every reader feels like a good teacher, a silent thought in his mind; Lei Kedun quickly gathered his thoughts, murmured, and said:

"Philosophy? Mystery? They differ from what I imagined."

"Is it for the authority of the 'Creator' and 'Knowledge'?"

Mr. Huang nodded lightly, "Most likely so; of course, it doesn't rule out that it holds reservations or concealments."

"Prey and hunter roles can reverse at any time; it can accommodate the authorities of 'Creator' and 'Knowledge', and likewise, the Knowledge Demon and the Creator can accommodate some of its authorities."

While speaking, Mr. Huang raised his hand and handed the twisted starry sky oil painting to Leikton, saying:

You can keep this painting; I've given it some treatment, just treat it as fishing bait.

Without waiting for Leikton's reply, the oil painting was already placed in his hand, and the surrounding scene changed in that instant, like paint constantly fading, quickly becoming illusory and transparent.

After a moment, the library originally deep in the Spirit Realm completely vanished; Leikton found himself back at the riverbank, he glanced around in slight astonishment, then lowered his head to look at the oil painting he held in his hand.

"Is this the use of dimensions? The ability of the Secret Arts Mentor is truly nostalgic."

He sighed softly, his figure instantly turned transparent, turning into specks of brilliant starlight that surged into the Spirit Realm, rushing toward the distance.

In the depths of the Spirit Realm, brilliant starlight flowed like a vast river of stars, moving with great purpose; following his own spiritual intuition, he almost effortlessly found Tu Ba Ge's location.

Specks of starlight flashed with brilliant radiance, breaking free from the Spirit Realm and recondensing beside Tu Ba Ge into Leikton's figure.

Tu Ba Ge, quietly lying on the single sofa in the inn, felt its spirit suddenly triggered; it sprang up from the sofa with a swipe, looking toward the side where Leikton's figure had already appeared, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Mm, boss!"

Leikton gave Tu Ba Ge a solemn up-and-down glance; aside from its somewhat depleted spirituality, he found no wounds on it, and its smooth, natural spirituality, as if fused with its own being, all indicated that it had already digested the Harvest Priest's magic elixir.

What had it encountered? Before going out, its magic elixir had hardly been digested; Leikton frowned slightly, staring intently at Tu Ba Ge, his eyes flowing with deep blue‑purple radiance, as if able to see through everything, appearing extraordinarily holy yet rather cold, devoid of warmth.

The gaze of the Eye of Secrets made Tu Ba Ge feel as if it were being stripped bare bit by bit, every hair on its body seeming to be pulled apart; feeling somewhat uncomfortable, it shrank its body, curling into the corner of the single sofa.

(End of Chapter)