Chapter 732: Miracle Master

In the misty sea west of Fenebote, a thin veil of fog that usually blankets the surface was suddenly stirred by a gale, whipping the mist into a deep, dark vortex.

Inside the vortex seemed countless unreal passages, interwoven into a dense, intricate spiderweb, like a collection of "gates" linking various places on this planet.

An abnormally colored star‑light flashed, and a massive skull burst out of the vortex.

When the skull left the vortex it collapsed rapidly, breaking into countless tiny mechanical parts that reassembled into the figure of an old man wearing a white priest's robe and a clerical soft hat.

His left half of the body is flesh, while his right half is made of various machinery, bearing a face—no, perhaps half a face—that is gentle and kind, resembling Huo Lami Ke Hai Dun but younger, giving an overall bizarre, absurd impression.

His body floats in mid‑air, unaffected by gravity, constantly scanning the surroundings, missing no detail.

After a while, he seemed to have decided something, withdrew his gaze and murmured, "The space here is abnormal; there is a hidden sea area, and the power belonging to my master should be sealed here."

He looked up at the sky, closed his eyes in an unusually devout posture, and prayed for a moment.

Then he let his body descend, standing on the sea surface; silently, the surrounding waters grew unusually heavy, as if cemented, unable to lift even a ripple.

His eyes turned deep blue, reflecting a dazzling, shifting starry sky, where starlight wove mysterious symbols one after another in his sight.

In this state his perception of space and dimensions deepened; he could lock onto and correct the orbits of stars, and easily see and locate hidden secret routes in the void.

"Every seal has a 'gate', and the 'Navigator' excels at finding those hidden 'gates'."

While murmuring to himself, the space around him peeled back layer by layer, revealing the most genuine, essential condition.

Soon he sensed the hidden sea area, right here, beneath his feet.

The seal here is more complex than he imagined; even a saint skilled in this field cannot immediately find a clue.

He plans to leave temporarily, waiting for a suitable moment, and return when the seal's weakest point arrives.

Suddenly his inspiration was triggered; he discovered a flaw, a breach that seemed to have formed from the passage of time and the internal shock of the seal.

Using this breach, he could carve a secret passage to the sealed sea area.

"Praise the stars!"

In devout acclaim, the surrounding gravity and electromagnetism grew chaotic; the previously calm sea surface suddenly rose in layer upon layer of massive waves, stacking upward, forming a "gate" guarded by a torrent of water.

Inside the "gate", a vortex gradually formed, deepening downward until it became pitch black, as if descending into a lightless ocean floor.

A huge suction from within the "gate" pulled the figure—half flesh, half machine, clad in a white priest's robe—inside.

When that silhouette vanished, a brilliant starry sky abruptly appeared, dispersing the sea's mist.

One after another, beams of "light" condensed from pure, tangled information fell from the starry sky, then sank into the water‑guarded "gate".

Amid the historical fog, guided by the Silver City‑related historical light spots, Ke Lai En finally gathered most of the split Spirit Worms.

Countless transparent worm‑like creatures emerged from this historical light spot, coalescing into a deep, dim worm vortex.

Attracted by the extraordinary traits, more and more Spirit Worms converged.

When the last portion remained, countless slick tentacles extended from the slowly rotating worm vortex, reaching into the historical fog everywhere, snatching the lone hidden Spirit Worm and inserting it into the vortex.

During this process he saw the Fugen Dogs hidden in the historical fog; they lurked everywhere, seemingly fearing themselves, guarding themselves.

One of the Fugen Dogs was different: its black short hair was long, like a black cloak, with only two clusters of dark‑red flames visible, and a mouth corner that stretched back to its brain.

It was a Fugen Dog that had completed itself, possessing full traits, equivalent to a Sequence‑Three "Ancient Scholar".

Seeming to notice Ke Lai En's gaze, the Fugen Dog bowed in a very human‑like manner, as if saluting Ke Lai En.

With all the Spirit Worms recovered, Ke Lai En's body became whole again; at that moment he became Him, an earth‑walking angel, known in ancient history as a being from the gods.

It was also at this moment that he finally understood the feeling described by Luo Sai Er in her diary after ascending to Angel Queen.

He felt a faint will awakening within him, the primal madness instinct born of extraordinary traits, as well as the prayers of Sea God, Fool followers, and the residents of Silver City and Moon City whispering in his ears, plus the lone Fugen Dog hidden in the historical fog that revered him. They are my anchors. Chaos, discord; in a sense, faith is also a pollution. Yet it happens to counter the terrifying will gradually awakening inside me and the primal madness instinct from extraordinary traits, allowing me to maintain self in this delicate balance.

Thoughts floated one by one; Ke Lai En exited the historical fog, returned to the Source Fortress, and suppressed the gray mist stirred by his ascension.

"Indeed, my ascension to Angel Queen caused a huge reaction in the Source Fortress; fortunately I prepared in advance, preventing the Source Fortress's disturbance from lasting long, otherwise A Meng might have come looking for me."

While muttering to himself, Ke Lai En clearly felt the gray mist was now fully under his control, as if it had become an extension of his body, meaning the Source Fortress was completely mastered by him.

In a sense, at the deepest, highest part of the spirit realm, the seven bright, pure lights that have eternally hovered here briefly solidified for an instant, a very short instant, then returned to normal.

In the underground of Beikeland Saint Samuel Church, Lun Na De, who was flipping through a telegram from the tranquil headquarters church, suddenly paused; an old voice of Pa Lie Si echoed in his ears:

"Source Fortress!"

Lun Na De remained silent, waiting quietly for Pa Lie Si's next words.

After a while he heard Pa Lie Si again: "That Fool has regained more power; perhaps soon, He and A Meng will clash in a battle that decides the final destiny of the Source Fortress."

"Cherish the current peaceful times; they will not last long."

Lun Na De frowned, quickly organized his thoughts, then asked, "Old man, what is the 'Source Fortress'?"

Pa Lie Si sighed, said without much concealment, "I don't know either, because I have never seen it, nor has anyone truly seen it."

"The term first came from the Destruction Demon Wolf Freigla; according to my grandfather's account, it is something that lies Above the Sequence, there are nine in total, and 'Source Fortress' belongs to the three paths I walk."

"When I ascended to Angel Queen, I sensed it, but could not establish contact, so I can be certain of the Source Fortress's existence."

"Perhaps you have already seen the Source Fortress, more than once."

Lun Na De opened his mouth, bewildered, and asked, "What does that mean?"

"The place where you gather weekly is very likely the Source Fortress."

After a brief reply, Pa Lie Si fell silent again.

In the palace atop the Huo Nachi Si Mountains, slick tentacles nervously slapped around.

On the highest seat of the palace, a young man with cheeks sprouting tufts of coarse black short hair like wolf‑brushes frowned slightly, as if ready to awaken from an eternal slumber.

On an uninhabited island on the southern coast of Sunia Sea, within an ancient temple built of gray‑white massive stones.

A Meng sat before a mural depicting towering peaks, a huge cross, many lights and angels surrounding it, with a constantly turning brass book beside him, looking up at some spot in the sky with a smile, murmuring:

"The aura of the Source Fortress shows that the Fool has fully seized the Source Fortress; I must speed up my progress as well."

He then looked at the constantly turning brass book on the floor and asked aloud:

"How have you considered it? If you had cooperated earlier, I would already have taken the chance to enter the Source Fortress, and you, naturally, could also have a chance to control a 'Balancer', even a 'Hand of Order', and truly come alive."

"As time passes, the stakes I offer will only diminish."

Don't play dead; he, relying on the authority of the spiritual realm, has already given you enough wisdom, or would you rather be eroded by fallen power?

The Telunsuosite Brass Book is a sacred and inviolable item; any act of fraud, damage, or pollution against the Telunsuosite Brass Book will be met with the harshest punishment.

The place where the Telunsuosite Brass Book is stored is equally sacred, must not be destroyed, and violators will receive the harshest punishment.

Near the Central Highlands of Yindisi, in an ancient palace hall hidden away, exquisitely dressed noble ladies, respectable gentlemen, sturdy sailors, and servants hung from the rafters like wind-dried bacon.

At one moment, these hanging corpses, plus the nearby tree branches and the roof, the crows that were either flying or perched all turned together, gazing toward some point in the sky, emitting either high or low sounds:

'Origin Fort!'

(End of chapter)