Chapter 717: Conclusion (Part 2)

Whether it was the suddenly appearing A Meng or the God of Knowledge and Wisdom who projected part of its power, it made Kelei En feel a sudden headache, and subconsciously wanted to detach from reality and return to the Source Fortress.

Anyway there was still one final resurrection chance, and only on the Source Fortress could I unleash my greatest power, though it felt a bit unfair to Little Sun.

As his thoughts drifted, he saw A Meng suddenly adjust the single lens on his right eye.

The crystal‑ground single lens suddenly grew dim and eerie, as if countless colors were blended within, indescribable.

In front of A Meng, an illusory, terrifying, gently rippling deep "sea" materialized.

The familiar aura instantly reminded Kelei En of the dreadful contamination he encountered when he opened the Giant King's Court.

Is this aura stemming from the "Chaotic Sea" or a pollution? A Meng wants the first Defiling Stone Tablet, so the God of Knowledge and Wisdom came for that as well?

What about the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Lord of Storms? They were restrained by the True Creator, and only the wisest one broke away early and rushed here?

"Your idea is amusing, but perhaps the outside no longer has 'Sun' or 'Storm'; the battles erupting in the Star Realm are far more intense than the petty skirmishes here."

A Meng's voice rang out at the right moment, and he looked at Kelei En with a playful air, seeming to wonder why the timid diviner hadn't fled the instant he was seen.

Kelei En's expression froze again, unsure what face to make in response to the information A Meng tossed.

No, he might be deceiving me; the God of Pranks can do anything, even fool himself.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he saw the Defiling Stone Tablet break through the brass glimmer's seal, landing before A Meng.

A Meng immediately reached out, seized the Defiling Stone Tablet, and then looked at Kelei En.

Sensing A Meng's gaze, Kelei En's heartbeat skipped a beat, thoughts slipping away, leaving him standing dumbfounded, unsure what to do.

Before A Meng could act further, more brass‑colored glimmer flooded the palace, forming an elaborate illusory grand gate that merged with the palace doors.

Amid the creaking sound, an old man wearing a hood, his mouth, wrinkles and white beard exposed, stepped out from the other side of the door.

He held an open tome, above which floated an All‑Seeing Eye.

A Meng let out a light laugh; the figure in a classic black robe instantly became insubstantial, passed straight through the door, and vanished.

Kelei En watched A Meng sprint away decisively, feeling a fleeting sense of unreality. Fortune truly turns; even A Meng can be chased.

Calming his thoughts, Kelei En realized the old man who emerged did not chase A Meng but stayed put, silently giving him a glance.

Seeming to perceive Kelei En's confusion, he spoke gently:

"It's merely a projection, lacking much power, used to deceive A Meng, letting him bypass you and leave directly."

"Qike and Fabuti are still blocking me in the ruined sea outside; although they cannot affect me, I cannot break through their seal, too much power descending."

Kelei En paused, unable to help but sigh inwardly that deceiving A Meng truly lives up to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom's name; the deeds are different.

Kelei En opened his mouth, ready to ask something, but saw the old man's figure rapidly fading away.

"This place is temporarily safe; until I can confirm whether my true form will descend, A Meng will not return. He is eager for adventure yet equally cautious."

As the words fell, the old man's figure and the double doors behind him vanished completely.

The next second, all shadows faded, and orange‑red radiance illuminated the palace where the Giant King once dwelled.

Before the iron‑black throne, bathed in twilight, Colin Iliad and Dairik rose from the ground, dazed, gazing at the gate opened by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom's projection, watching the orange‑red light pour in—a brilliance the Silver City had never seen.

"This is what generations of the Silver City have pursued; it is no longer a vague tale, but our salvation."

Colin Iliad sighed, turned his head toward a pool of black liquid with fragments of broken leather armor—that was Luo Weiya's remnant; when confronting the Dark Angel spirit along the same path, the suppression of her essence caused her to collapse and die in an instant, leaving only a lingering soul.

In aiding Kelei En, Dairik and others to dispel the Dark Angel spirit, she exhausted her remaining spirit and vanished completely from this world.

Colin Iliad lowered his gaze, his tone unintentionally deepening: "Compared with the elders of old, Luo Weiya's death here is a kind of luck." "After returning this time, you will take her place, becoming a new member of the Six-person Council, responsible for exploring routes to the outside world."

"Yes, Chief!" Dairik nodded vigorously in reply.

The news of becoming an elder of the Six-person Council did not make him happy; it merely made his shoulders feel heavier with more responsibility, yet it was exactly what he had always wanted and been doing.

After finishing his conversation with Dairik, Colin Iliad turned his gaze to Kelei En, lightly nodding: "From today onward, everyone in the Silver City may freely convert to that Mr. the Fool."

He paused, then continued: "As a reward for your help in exploring the Giant King's Court, I will tell you a secret concerning the gods of your outside world."

"The Silver City possesses two divine‑level seals, one called the Gift of the Earth."

"Because of its existence, black‑faced grass can grow around the Silver City, allowing us to endure in darkness; one of its negative effects you may have guessed is the curse of parricide."

Dairik's pupils dilated slightly, disbelief washing over him as he recalled having slain his own parents, a surge of complex emotions rising.

"Perhaps this is the price of Abundance."

"This seal originates from the former Giant Queen Omibella, formed from her corpse."

In the ruined sea surrounding the God‑Abandoned Land, the illusory tower built from stacked books abruptly vanished, as if it had never existed.

On the dark, mirror‑like sea surface, tentacles tipped with eyes lingered briefly, then retracted into the mirrored world, and the dim water quickly returned to normal.

The black mist in the sky, seeming to coalesce from extreme emotions and desires, surged and vanished swiftly.

When the sea calmed, numerous gray‑white islands of massive stones rose, scattered chaotically; some sprouted eyes or human female limbs, others oozed black, sticky, alien fluid. In the sky, the balance of night and day shattered, becoming a half‑dark, half‑blazing black‑and‑white checkerboard.

Within the illusory world built from countless bits of information, Leiketon appeared silently, merging himself into it.

He turned into a constantly flowing, abstract "light" flashing countless discernible and indiscernible brilliant colors, seeming between liquid and gas, perpetually spilling and streaming.

As if a conglomerate of abstract concepts and knowledge!

Countless massive pure knowledges separated from it, merging into the information world he constructed.

In dimensions invisible to the naked eye, countless pieces of information interwove, forming an indescribable storm, like a wildly growing jungle, constantly spreading and expanding.

Having fully immersed in the world of information, Leiketon's spirit, merging with reality through informational interaction, gradually sensed a hint of discord, unnaturalness, abnormality.

It originates from a realm built purely of information! It should not exist, yet as more wield the World Tree and as interactions between people and between people and the world increase, this information realm has left a deep imprint, becoming part of the world.

Sensing incomprehensible contradictions, Leiketon merged with the information, letting a fragment of his rule‑bound spirit pop out, gradually regaining a sense of self, no longer lost.

During the spirit's integration into the world, the divinity of the Wilderness of Knowledge, the mad self and spirit of the Hidden Sage, and the spiritual contamination generated by interaction with the God of Steam and Machinery's information were all greatly reduced.

Those wills, part of Leiketon's spirit, lost themselves in the process of embodying all things, returning to the world, to all things, allowing Leiketon's self to reclaim the high ground.

After consolidating his state, Leiketon turned his attention to the information realm that had become part of the real world.

"Since it's called the World Tree, it should have some form."

He whispered, and under his will's influence, the wildly growing information began to solidify, the abstract data turning into brilliantly colored tangible "light," sprouting faintly ethereal "tentacles."

A portion of the tentacles pierced into the Spirit Realm, becoming part of the Spirit Realm's myriad strange phenomena, constantly exchanging information with the Spirit Realm.

Another portion of the tentacles continually extended upward, reaching the illusory, abstract Star Realm, stretching into the Perfect Place that had lost its master.

Like a huge tree rooted in the Spirit Realm, with its branches and leaves spreading into the Star Realm.

Relying on the canopy of the World Tree, Lei Ke Dun directly entered the Perfect Place.

Unlike the Divine Kingdom of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, this place is a nation built from countless mechanical constructs; everywhere steam rises, the sounds of gears and springs turning fill the ears, as if carrying some peculiar melody that intertwines into a grand poem.

(End of chapter)