Chapter 608: Descent Ceremony

Behind A Meng, light composed of countless tangled pure knowledge surged from the void, rapidly reconstituting Lei Kedun's figure.

Lei Kedun stood at A Meng's side, chuckling, "The play has reached its final act; aren't you going to watch?"

"If I say I won't go, will you let me search for Pa Liesi hidden nearby?"

As he spoke, A Meng flicked the single crystal lens he held twice; on the lens, two fine cracks remained unrepaired.

Lei Kedun slowly shook his head and said:

"Even if you obtain the final Shi Zhi Chong attribute, you still lack a substitute ascension ceremony now, so there's no need to be so urgent,"

After a one‑second pause, he continued, "The God of Knowledge and Wisdom is still watching, but the Storm and the Sun will inevitably block the True Creator's descent."

"Without your help, this ceremony will be hard to succeed; when the time comes, as soon as your father steps one foot out of the prison, he'll be pushed back in."

"He isn't my father yet," A Meng said calmly.

As he spoke, A Meng reached forward and, from an unknown source, drew out a Shi Zhi Chong—a Shi Zhi Chong with twelve transparent segments, stripped of its attribute! The moment Lei Kedun saw it, his mind seemed struck, and memories long forgotten resurfaced.

Seeming to notice Lei Kedun's reaction, A Meng turned with a slightly malicious smile and said, enunciating each word:

"It seems you still recall that a Shi Zhi Chong without its attribute is not equivalent to me; at times, it can produce unexpected effects."

"For example now, I already know that Pa Liesi is parasitizing the Nightwatcher; he just recited the honored name of the 'Fool.'"

"Unfortunately, this attribute‑less Shi Zhi Chong can only passively receive the information I pre‑programmed; otherwise I think I could locate that 'Fool' as well. What do you think?"

After two seconds of silence, Lei Kedun calmly nodded, "If it were like a living Shi Zhi Chong, that would indeed be possible, regrettably."

"Regrettably, having lost its attribute, it naturally also loses the quality of being alive."

A Meng chuckled and completed the words Lei Kedun left unfinished.

In the twilight‑covered sky, the orange‑red sunset suddenly rose in reverse, gradually turning golden and fierce; the pure, majestic sun disc scattered the dusk, occupying half the heavens.

The other half was shrouded by layered black clouds, with silver‑white currents of destructive aura coursing wildly through them.

"Tsk, those two have also started to get anxious."

With a low sigh, A Meng's figure vanished from the spot, reappeared on a rooftop at the edge of sight the next second, and vanished again.

Lei Kedun's body instantly became ethereal, shedding wave after wave of data streams, trailing closely behind A Meng.

Outside Bei Lun Si Gang, Ke Lai En nervously watched the figure that had just flashed by, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

"No need to worry; he can't see us."

A slightly hoarse yet warm voice echoed beside Ke Lai En's ear.

He turned his head in surprise and saw an elderly man with dark‑gold beard and hair, skin smooth and wrinkle‑free; he had no idea when the man had appeared here, though it seemed he had been present for some time.

Sensing no malice from the stranger, Ke Lai En inhaled deeply, hesitated, and nodded, saying:

"Who are you?"

The dark‑gold‑haired elder nodded in response, speaking calmly:

"We meet again; you may call me Ai Rui Huo Ge, or my other name, An Ge Er Wei De."

Startled briefly, Ke Lai En quickly recovered, removed his half‑high silk top hat, pressed it to his chest and bowed, "Sorry, this is the first time I've seen you appear in human form; I didn't recognize you at once."

He crouched briefly and added, "0-08 has already been taken."

Ai Rui Huo Ge lightly nodded, gave no reply to Ke Lai En, and strode straight toward the corpse of Yin Si Zang Wei Er.

During this, gray‑white towering stone pillars rose around them, ancient‑style temple structures sprang up, and in the blink of an eye, the 'City of Miracles' Li Wei Xi De reflected from the spiritual realm into reality.

"Before countless 'spectators,' Ke Lai En Mo Lei Ti completed a magnificent drama, directed a brilliant murder, avenged his past, and through the performance fully digested his own magic elixir, leaving enough energy to attempt ascension in the finale!"

Passages resembling chants poured from Ai Rui Huo Ge's mouth; he spoke in Dragon Tongue, yet under Li Wei Xi De's influence everyone present understood, and all eyes turned to Ke Lai En.

Gulp—subconsciously swallowing, Ke Lai En finally understood why Lei Kedun had him prepare the magic elixir ingredients in advance—was it something he had foreseen, or a plot by him or them? As thoughts drifted, pre‑prepared ingredients fluttered from Ke Lai En's coat: golden grape vines, black strange eyes, ugly rubber masks; guided by spirit, they converged, fused, and turned into a gray‑white liquid that spontaneously poured into a glass bottle.

Ke Lai En reached out, grasped the transparent glass bottle filled with magic elixir, and his gaze lingered on the constantly rising bubbles; within each bubble seemed a coiled, semi‑transparent little worm.

This time Ke Lai En did not cast a gold‑coin divination; his spiritual intuition already grasped the quantities of the ingredients perfectly, replacing simple divination by directly obtaining answers through instinct.

Gulp! Gulp! Ke Lai En tilted his head slightly as the cold magic elixir slid down his throat, tinged with numbness, numbing his soul; before it even reached his stomach, his body fully absorbed it.

His caution inexplicably heightened, as if his whole being were lifted into the sky, viewing his place of vengeance from a bird's‑eye perspective. Leonard stood nearby, his expression complex as he watched Ke Lai En, feeling for some reason that the distance between him and his former colleague was growing.

"Perhaps from the moment he was resurrected, we have already headed down different paths,"

"What, jealous that the other advanced toward demigod status in such a short time?"

"If you hadn't wasted so much time and had worked harder to perform and digest the magic elixir, you would now be a Sequence‑Five Extraordinary preparing to ascend to demigod; before demigodhood, digesting and performing the elixir isn't difficult."

Pa Liesi's voice suddenly echoed in Leonard's mind, tinged with a sigh and some sarcasm toward Leonard.

Before Leonard could reply, he sighed to himself, "

"An Ge Er Wei De truly revived; when everyone thought 0-08 and Li Wei Xi De were his means of resurrection, they didn't expect that among the three remaining ancient dragons, one had already awakened itself."

Leonard turned his head to appraise the blond elder with his back to him; as thoughts drifted, he suddenly saw the gentleman who called himself Ai Rui Huo Ge smile at him.

Leonard shook his head in surprise, looked again, and found the elder—seemingly a revived Second Era ancient god—still turned away.

After a brief thought, he pushed the question aside, tilted his head slightly, and whispered, "Old man, the battle just ended and you woke up; you didn't do that on purpose, did you?"

Pa Liesi snorted coldly, "

"I'm not that bored; just now I spotted A Meng's trail, he may have already noticed me."

Leonard's face stiffened; he swallowed and said hesitantly, "

"Didn't that— that Ai Rui Huo Ge elder say He can't see us?"

"Earlier, yes, but He had already left; A Meng probably doesn't intend to retrieve the final Shi Zhi Chong attribute now."

"This is an unavoidable issue; as time draws near, whether by chance or inevitability, I will eventually be discovered by A Meng."

As he spoke, Pa Liesi's voice gradually sank, a sorrowful sigh following, and Leonard heard nothing thereafter.

"Old man, old man?"

He lowered his voice again, calling twice, but received no response from Pa Liesi.

A rumbling, sobbing sound interrupted his thoughts; Leonard looked up in surprise and saw countless silver‑white lightning storms pouring down at the horizon's edge, whitening half the sky.

The 'Wisdom Dragon' seems forever inscrutable; no one knows what it is really thinking.

Between sighs, Erich turned his head to look at Leonard, his eyes carrying a hint of a smile as he asked:

Do you think it really gave up this contest?

"Ah, you're asking me?" Leonard hesitated, extending a finger to point at himself, and said.

Erich chuckled lightly, shook his head, gazed into the distance, and took in the violent lightning, the scorching sunlight, and the pitch-black, viscous 'ocean' full of a decadent aura.

Adam, wearing simple white robes, stood calmly upon the pitch-black, decadent 'ocean', his right hand gripping a silver cross pendant, his left hand embracing a slab of gray-white stone etched with extremely discordant ancient patterns, exuding a solemn, heavy aura.

The light gold beard covering half his face trembled slightly in the violent gusts, and his baby‑clear, pure light‑gold eyes reflected a vast, deep‑dark sea — the collective subconscious ocean formed from the consciousness of countless beings!

Each drop of water there was like a beam of light and shadow, seemingly representing a point of consciousness, a mark.

In silence, the silver‑white lightning that had fallen from the sky vanished completely; Adam, together with the surrounding space, had twisted it away to some unknown place.

(End of chapter)