Chapter 590: Every Journey Has an End

Having sealed his other‑half soul, Azke looked up at the secret angel who bore the Night Goddess's will, ready to thank her, but found she had already left, though he didn't know when.

Noticing Azke's gaze, Rekton chuckled aloud:

"She left after returning the other‑half soul to you; even for her, this harvest was great, and she needs to digest it quickly, turning it into concrete power rather than a burden."

"Indeed."

After a brief sigh, Azke turned, placed a hand on Klein's shoulder, and their figures swiftly faded to transparency, vanishing within the tomb.

Rekton scanned the surroundings, a deep violet glow flickering in his eyes, reflecting every detail of the tomb before him.

In the tomb's depths, he saw a clump of dark‑red bloodstain, murky green slime, and feathers stained with pale yellow oil, exuding a strong scent of death, intertwining with the whole tomb and sustaining its oddity.

"Is this maintaining the chaos of the Raging Sea? It prevents the War God from temporarily discerning that the Death God's uniqueness has been taken."

"After she's ready, she'll deliberately show a flaw for the War God to spot, then launch a Divine War recklessly."

After a low hum of two lines, Rekton's body instantly dematerialized, breaking into streams of tangled knowledge, becoming a pure information‑flow entity that surged away from the area.

On Longtail Island near the Raging Sea, within the Luo Si De Sea, Azke and Klein's silhouettes flashed quickly beneath a gas streetlamp.

Azke released his hand from Klein's shoulder, pinched his forehead, and said wearily, "My current life is about to end; soon I will enter a deep slumber. Before I awaken, if you have questions, you may consult the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm or the Sage we just met."

"Of course, you can still write me letters, but I won't be able to reply until I awaken."

"I understand," Klein said heavily, nodding, paused two seconds, then asked, "Mr. Azke, without something to replace the other‑half soul, will your condition be affected?"

Azke smiled and said:

"No major issue; I've retrieved the other‑half soul. Once I cleanse its memories and emotions and reintegrate, all problems will be solved."

"However, these tasks can only be done after I awaken next time. With you as an informed party, I should recall these memories quickly upon waking."

As they spoke, an invisible ray of light surged from the Spirit Realm, reconstituting Rekton's body from tangled pure knowledge.

He glanced at the conversing Azke and Klein, chuckling, "The water of the Samaritan Woman Spring lies in Teril's underground region; the pollution there is severe, and the higher a transcendental's tier, the stronger the contamination."

"Then I can go," Klein said immediately.

Rekton shook his head slightly, chuckling as he began:

"It's not the only way. In the world of numbers, memories and emotions are merely fine, complex, massive data; deleting certain parts can also achieve the effect of cleansing them."

"But I must first become the Knowledge Emperor; now, doing this would be somewhat contaminated."

Azke listened calmly, nodded with a hint of a smile:

"No problem; I have plenty of time. When that moment comes, you can find me via my messenger."

Then he turned to Klein, handed him the copper whistle used to summon the messenger, and said gently, "Alright, it's time to say goodbye. I hope that when we meet next, you won't be begging for rescue the instant you see me."

Azke's smile deepened, as if his own joke had amused him.

His figure quickly faded; in less than a second, he vanished before Klein's eyes.

Klein pinched the copper whistle, stared blankly for a moment, then sighed softly:

"Every journey has an end."

Rekton shrugged, cutting his melancholy, "Don't sigh; shall I take you back to the Southern Continent?"

Klein inhaled, suppressed an eye‑roll, and lightly nodded, "Of course."

Rekton smiled, nodded, brought his left hand to his mouth, and whistled.

Soon, a pumpkin carriage drawn by two massive rats appeared before them; its doors folded down into a footboard.

Klein, who had long passed the Faceless stage, almost lost his composure, turned to Rekton and grinned, "Was the fairy tale you read before a bootleg?"

"An Tu Village Fairy Tale, haven't you heard?"

Rekton chuckled, replied briefly, and stepped onto the pumpkin carriage.

Klein hesitated on the street, then finally boarded the pumpkin carriage.

The pumpkin‑carved door closed automatically; the two rats pulling the carriage sprinted, leaving a pale‑yellow afterimage on the silent street before the pumpkin carriage vanished into the Spirit Realm.

In the depths of the Spirit Realm, Klein looked through a cross‑shaped glass window at the rapidly receding color blocks outside, exclaiming, "When you use Mystic Reappearance, don't you have to follow the original story?" Rekton shook his head lightly and said:

"Its principle draws power from the occult knowledge you possess to create magic or sorcery; the focus is extracting power, not reenacting a fairy tale."

Klein nodded half‑understanding, then moved on, asking about Azke, "Why must one become the Knowledge Emperor before cleansing the memories and emotions in Mr. Azke's other‑side soul?"

Rekton sighed, adopting a lecturing tone:

"Human memory and emotion are complex; they involve not only the soul but also the body, which retains certain memories and instincts. Simply erasing the other‑half soul's memories for Mr. Azke, then letting it reintegrate, will cause those memories to resurface under bodily stimuli."

"Moreover, he is an angel; his spiritual imprint is extremely strong. I can only suppress his spirit with my own stature, and such delicate operation requires at least being the Knowledge Emperor to ensure his safety."

"I understand," Klein said, nodding slightly, and the two fell silent.

The two huge rats pulled the carriage, racing swiftly through the Spirit Realm, and soon reached the Spirit Realm sector corresponding to the Southern Continent.

After dropping Klein off in Hitron, the capital of the Northern State, Rekton again piloted the pumpkin carriage away; instead of returning directly to Pas Valley, he first visited the mysterious queen's "Dawn".

On the deck of the Dawn, the pumpkin carriage drawn by the two rats burst out of the Spirit Realm and quickly halted.

Rekton stepped off the pumpkin carriage and heard a familiar, slightly mocking voice:

"Yo, what new breed of rats are these, able to pull a carriage?"

Rekton looked up at the figure standing outside the captain's cabin, dressed in a dark‑red coat threaded with rusted gold, sporting chestnut‑colored wavy long hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and two neatly trimmed moustache tufts above the lips.

It was clearly Russell, who had swapped to a mechanical body; he seemed pleased with this one‑to‑one recreation of his former self, raising both hands and rotating them before Rekton.

Retracting his gaze, Rekton said softly, "The mechanical automaton is well crafted."

"Of course, I personally supervised the ship's Alchemist in forging it."

"Although his skill doesn't even reach one percent of my former level, producing such a mechanical body is still decent."

Russell grinned, still boasting, and before Rekton could speak, he tossed a uniquely styled crown.

The crown was composed of numerous irregular black crystal clusters, with a dark‑red eye at its center, instantly evoking a sense of power and eeriness.

"This grants your glove the Fallen Count attribute; the remaining adult Sunbird tail feather and Holy Radiant Stone will require more time."

Rekton nodded calmly, applying slight pressure with his right hand on the odd crown; with a whooshing sound, the black crystal‑cluster crown fragmented piece by piece, turning into tiny light specks that flowed into the mechanical glove.

Moments later, a dark red gemstone appeared on the back of the glove, adding some weight to this mechanical glove.

Seeing that Leikdun had already taken the item, Luosaier waved his hand, and his tone suddenly turned stern as he said:

"Alright, tell me what you want to do on the 'Dawn' ship."

"I almost thought you were the captain of the 'Dawn' ship." Leikdun let out a low sigh, paused for a second, then continued, saying: "I want to invite you to be a technical expert in the Pas River Valley of Xibailang, guiding those immature artisans there."

Luosaier looked at Leikdun in disbelief and said:

"I haven't even been revived yet, and you want me to go work for you?"

"It's not work, I'm asking you to guide the technology." Leikdun explained.

Luosaier rolled his eyes and said: "What's the difference?"

"No wages." Leikdun shrugged.

Luosaier was speechless for a moment; although he was a mechanical body, he somehow felt his blood pressure rising.

After two seconds of silence, he calmed his emotions and said: "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words."

Leikdun thought for a second, then spoke again:

"There's your old flame there."

"Cough~ cough~, don't say things you shouldn't; who doesn't know me"

Luosaier hastily coughed twice, interrupting Leikdun's words; before he could finish, Leikdun cut him off again, saying:

"Which page of the diary do you want me to read to Beiernadai?"

(End of chapter)