Chapter 685: Trap

The civilization scroll that materialized out of nowhere forcibly transformed Lei Ke Dun into countless massive pure knowledge, information, and text, and imprinted them within it.

In the vast and illusory star realm, innumerable illusory information torrents intertwine, forming a "light" filled with chaos and distortion.

The God of Steam and Machinery and the Hidden Sage's clash on the informational layer caused the world's information to become garbled.

The knowledge recorded in books contains errors and omissions, word meanings are confused, and people's perception of the world becomes twisted; the colors seen by the eyes, the sounds heard by the ears, the smells sensed by the nose have not changed, yet correct cognition cannot be established.

In the office of Beike Land's "Ruen Charity Education Fund", Ao Daili stared blankly at the golden retriever beside her and said, "Su Xi, when did you dye your fur green?"

"Green? But I'm clearly yellow—no, red—also not, white—yes, I'm white."

The golden retriever Su Xi likewise showed a bewildered expression; for a moment it could not imagine what each color looked like, and even seemed unsure what a dog was.

Paused on an island somewhere in the Sunia Sea, the traveler Fu Er Si, striving to digest and play the role of a "traveler", sat at a desk, feverishly writing; her inspiration was erupting, and one by one the usually unimaginable brilliant ideas were taking shape on the page.

In the Sunia Sea, aboard the Future Vessel, Jia De Li Ya continuously flipped through a book, and as she turned the pages, the words on them steadily decreased.

In the lower deck of the Future Vessel, Fu Lan Ke was astonished to find his experiment proceeding extremely smoothly; traits that were previously difficult to graft were now easily combined.

"I'm truly a genius!" Fu Lan Ke instinctively praised himself, then realized something was off, scratched his head with some doubt, and muttered low:

"Why am I scolding myself? That also seems wrong."

In Ku Ke Wa Cheng of Bei Fang Bang, this place originally belonged to Ruen's colony, but now has been unified with Bei Fang Bang.

After Ai Mu Lin arrived on the Southern Continent with the Blood Clan's forces, he stayed here; his daily routine now is to brew various potions with decent healing effects, but at this moment he is at a loss, finding himself unable to distinguish the herbs he is unusually familiar with.

This situation is occurring worldwide; knowledge becomes chaotic, causing battlefields everywhere to fall into a strange stalemate.

On the coastline of Bei Fang Bang bordering the Misty Sea, a young man in a white cleric robe embroidered with golden thread stepped out from the Steel fleet anchored in the Misty Sea.

Silently, a massive pressure descended upon Him from the far heavens; bright, blazing, pure sunlight pierced the clouds, dispersing the perennial mist over the Misty Sea, and two suns, one large and one small, hung in the sky, casting scorching, dazzling light.

"Alas~"

Amid a deep, heavy sigh, Sasilier emerged from the dim, shadowy realm of the mind; a veil of shadow fell from the heavens, merging with the ground's shadows and darkness, dimming the blazing sunlight considerably.

In the sky, two suns continuously spewed scorching light, tidal pure radiance surged, weaving a golden "sea"! Meanwhile on the ground, a pitch‑black, viscous, fallen‑atmosphere "sea" formed around Sasilier, contrasting sharply with the golden "sea" above, intertwining, each trying to assimilate, pollute, and purify the other.

The solar domain's power suppresses evil and decay, making Sasilier's resistance grow increasingly strained; the pure golden brilliance gradually gains the upper hand, attempting to cleanse everything beneath the sunlight.

Boom! Boom! The raging sea's wind and waves suddenly intensified, countless silver‑white electric serpents surged wildly, and the heavy clouds kept pressing down.

Amid the gale, waves, and thunder, a dignified middle‑aged man clad in black armor, treading the sea, surrounded by storms, back draped with lightning, wielding a trident, appeared intermittently.

"Lord of the Storm" abandoned Ruen's battlefield, choosing to strike the Southern Continent's True Creator forces.

To avoid awakening the True Creator's main body sleeping in the Southern Continent, He did not directly project his power there, but instead used the extreme weather of the raging sea and the lingering aura of Death itself to mask his presence, making his attack unexpected.

Silver‑white electric serpents leapt out, bearing a violently tangible destructive aura, raining down densely upon the Yin Di Si army lingering on the raging sea.

Under the forest‑like thunder strike, Yin Di Si's fleet was attacked before it could react, being largely destroyed.

This scene surprised every being watching the battlefield; apparently no one expected the "Lord of the Storm" supporting Yin Di Si to suddenly turn and strike his own allies.

On the Dawn Vessel, Luo Sai Er had already prepared to let this mechanical puppet heroically sacrifice itself, intending to maximally employ the "Hand of Order" trait to save the port's people. He halted, incredulously looking through the captain's cabin window at the sky, his expression shifting, finally forming a wry smile: "Truly worthy of the most seasoned 'spectator', He has once again deceived everyone, all the gods."

"I wonder if that guy guessed this scene; he let himself be so easily limited by 'steam', he must have foreseen it long ago, ha. This is a test among allies on the watch face."

After muttering two sentences, Luo Sai Er no longer worried about the Southern Continent's safety, sat calmly in his captain's chair with a spectator's expression, whispering:

"Now the 'storm' should be anxious; this directly descended brute may not be able to fully return to his own divine realm."

As if confirming Luo Sai Er's words, a deep, dark sea reflected in the sky of the raging sea.

Every drop of water there was like a beam of light, each seeming to represent a point of consciousness, a seal; this is the collective subconscious sea of all life on this planet! Within the collective subconscious sea, a heavy shadow veil rose, easily covering the whole sky, from which a scarlet bloom emerged.

Since the Fifth Era, the True Creator has, for the first time outside the God‑abandoned Land, revealed itself, recklessly venting the powers and auras of shadow, darkness, decay, filth, and mind realms.

The moment the shadow veil enveloped him, the "Lord of the Storm" instantly converted his own current into light speed, becoming a near‑limit silver‑white lightning, attempting to break through the veil's blockade.

Simultaneously, an opposite electric light, cloaked in black and bearing hints of evil decay, split from it, entangling with the silver‑white lightning formed by the "Lord of the Storm".

Almost at the same time, above the shadow veil covering the sky, brass‑colored glimmers repeatedly appeared, darting quickly, sketching one mysterious symbol after another, forming a pair of illusory eyes that could directly see weak points and create weak points.

A spear of extreme purity, blazingly white as if composed of pure sunlight, descended from a phantom, sunlit realm within the Star Realm.

It instantly spanned the long distance, appeared above the shadow veil, entered the weak spot created by those brass‑colored illusory eyes, and expanded into a miniature sun of extreme white heat, tearing a huge opening in the shadow veil.

The near‑limit silver‑white lightning broke through the scarlet glow's restraint, burst from the shadow veil, and in the blink of an eye returned to the Storm Abyss of the Star Realm.

With the Lord of the Storm's departure, the shadow veil over the raging sea's sky also vanished.

Under a sky without a single cloud or sea breeze, a male figure in a black cleric robe, a silver cross hanging at his chest, emerged in midair.

His hair was short, primarily jet black, but the roots showed a pale yellowish‑gold hue; his eyes were pure black, flowing with near‑solidified decay and madness; his skin was relatively fair, with sharp contours.

A gentle smile perpetually lingered at his mouth corner, and he held a sphere of constantly flickering, black‑covered electric light.

This is the portion he ripped from the "Lord of the Storm" using the authority of decay and mind!

Within the massive, expansive scroll bearing millennia of civilization, countless torrents surged out, rapidly converging to reconstitute Lei Ke Dun's body.

Almost simultaneously, in the clear sky, a phantom book materialized out of thin air, turning the remaining Yin Di Si fleet into pure knowledge, information, and text, imprinting them within, and disappearing before everyone's eyes.

The assault launched by the joint forces of Yin Di Si and Ruen's Storm Church concluded swiftly in an unexpected way! In the star realm, the God of Steam and Machinery and the Hidden Sage, who had been fighting, also withdrew; the information muddled by their battle has returned to normal.

People's perception of the world cleared again, memories and cognitions of various information in their minds returned to normal.

In Beike Land's "Ruen Charity Education Fund" office, the golden retriever Su Xi, still tangled over her fur color, hesitated, shook her head, and looked at Ao Daili, saying:

"Ao Daili, I think I just went stupid, hmm, not exactly stupid, my IQ is still normal, it's just that the knowledge in my head got chaotic."

Ao Daili nodded, her tone considerably heavier:

"Hmm, I felt it too; this situation isn't limited to us, perhaps some special magical items employed by Fu Sa Ke have struck Beike Land with a mystical significance."

(End of chapter)