Chapter 1113: How to Pay the Rescue Fee?

In that void space where the Grand Speaker had once been, Nan Mian knelt behind the Lord of the Starborn with a dejected expression. Occasionally, tiny sparks of electricity flashed between them—a phenomenon produced when they exchanged information through their consciousness.

Just like the undead, the Divine Starborn race could communicate via consciousness, directly transmitting memories, knowledge, and the scenes they had witnessed, though the commotion was much greater than that of the undead.

A greater commotion meant a greater drain, so the Divine Starborn did not use it often. However, what Nan Mian needed to report was too complex; he didn't know how long it would take to explain it in words.

After the report was finished, the Lord of the Starborn asked in confusion, "Who are they?"

"I don't know. I ran into them at the transit station when I was transporting the Mourning Body. The Grand Speaker of the Alliance was with them. Master, the Holy Light Alliance has betrayed us," Nan Mian said urgently. Having stayed with humans for so long, he hadn't learned much else, but he had fully mastered the skill of grasping the key points.

"Bei Mian's disappearance and the World-Extinguishing Array—were those their doing as well?" One couldn't help but make such a connection.

"It must be. Without the Grand Speaker, they couldn't have known the location of the transit station so accurately, nor could they have ambushed me there. Moreover, they had at least three Star Gods. Even if they snatched one from Bei Mian, where did the other two come from?" Nan Mian said.

The Lord of the Starborn nodded. "I know who it is. You were careless. You wasted a Mourning Bone Dragon. Accept your punishment."

Having said that, he waved his hand.

Nan Mian groaned inwardly. He hadn't expected that even in this situation, he couldn't shirk the responsibility. His master was truly clear about rewards and punishments. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and close his eyes.

It felt as if an invisible hand had slapped him, sending his entire body flying away.

Nearly falling apart, Nan Mian recovered from his injuries and drifted back, asking curiously, "Master, who exactly is messing with us?"

The Lord of the Starborn pondered for a moment, then turned his head and said, "Do you know what the Divine Starborn race means?"

Nan Mian nodded. "It means children of the Divine Star."

"Then what is a Divine Star?" the Lord of the Starborn asked.

"Isn't it you? You are the Divine Star," Nan Mian said, bewildered.

"Nonsense. You and I look exactly the same. How could you possibly be my child?" the Lord of the Starborn said.

"Ah? Shouldn't they look the same? Those human descendants all look the same as their ancestors," Nan Mian said, even more bewildered. Why was his master's explanation different from his own understanding?

"... You have been polluted by humans. To think you would compare us to those backward creatures who rely on heterologous combination to reproduce? They look alike because they are afraid of misidentifying each other," the Lord of the Starborn said with some helplessness. Although consciousness exchange could transmit knowledge and memories, it could not transmit concepts and cognition. He hadn't expected his own race's cognition to be skewed to such an extent.

"But..." Nan Mian muttered to himself: If they are backward creatures, why do you keep so many of them? Didn't you say that because they have strong spirits and rich consciousness, they are the best seeds of consciousness?

However, he didn't dare to say it out loud. Having stayed with humans for a long time, he had learned a principle: do not refute the leader's words. Because if he says the wrong thing, he is responsible; if you say the wrong thing, he is still responsible. Once you refute his words, it means you have to be responsible for your own words.

Seeing that Nan Mian had no more strange remarks, the Lord of the Starborn said, "You know about the Eternal Holy Light, right? It is a Divine Star, and the Boundless Great Void is used to imprison it."

"What? The Eternal Holy Light is the Divine Star? Then are we its descendants?" Nan Mian was shocked.

The Lord of the Starborn said, "No, I am just a jailer guarding the Boundless Great Void."

Nan Mian widened his eyes, dumbfounded. Deep down, some things were even slowly shattering. The master he considered invincible was just a jailer guarding the Boundless Great Void?

"Then do you know now who is messing with us?" the Lord of the Starborn asked.

Nan Mian's heart was currently digesting this, his brain unable to turn. He subconsciously asked, "Who is it? Who is messing with us?"

"A Divine Star, you fool." Although the Lord of the Starborn had no brain, he still vaguely felt his brain aching. Why were his own race members all so stupid?

Nan Mian blinked and tentatively said, "The Eternal Holy Light?"

"No, a Divine Star from another world. In this direction. I don't know what it's called, but humans call it Gumeizibao. They say that when its spectrum is converted into sound waves, it makes this sound. That's quite good, so let's call it Gumeizibao," the Lord of the Starborn said.

"An... another world's Divine Star? Are there many Divine Stars?" Nan Mian asked. The Eternal Holy Light already required the Boundless Great Void to imprison it. With another Divine Star, could there really be so many such powerful existences?

"No, very few. Not only are Divine Stars rare, but even those qualified to become Divine Stars are rare. In my cognition, I have only seen three Divine Stars," the Lord of the Starborn said.

"The Eternal Holy Light, Gumeizibao, then the third one must be our Divine Star, right? Where is our Divine Star?" Nan Mian suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"You have seen it. It is in the Dimensional World," the Lord of the Starborn said.

It really was it. Nan Mian felt a shock in his heart. In the dimensional space where they cultivated the Mourning Undead soldiers, there was a huge sun. But compared to the sun that was currently emitting the light disaster, it was significantly dimmer, as if it were a sun that had entered its old age.

Nan Mian had thought it was just an old sun, sealed into the dimensional space by the Lord of the Starborn to provide them with energy. He hadn't expected that it was actually their Divine Star? That he and the Lord of the Starborn were both its descendants?

"But... but... is it dead?" Nan Mian asked hesitantly. He had been in the dimensional space for so long and had never sensed the Divine Star's will. He had thought it was just a sun, a sun without a will. Could it be a Divine Star?

The Lord of the Starborn said slowly, "If I said that I was the one who imprisoned it, what would you think?"

After flying for a long time with great difficulty, the Grand Speaker finally found a plane with a teleportation array and teleported back. Seeing the collapsed Zhuoshan, he was on the verge of tears: "You really are the death of me."

"Don't talk nonsense. What do you mean we are the death of you? Wasn't it because you couldn't beat us, were captured by us, and were forced to take us to the transit station under torture? Go ahead and tell Nan Mian that, see if he believes you," Anthony said.

Everyone knew that such an excuse couldn't fool anyone. He had only accepted this rhetoric at the beginning because he wanted to deceive himself and find a way out. How could he dare to use it to fool Nan Mian and the Lord of the Starborn? It seemed he could only rebel completely.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you about this. Let my people come back," the Grand Speaker compromised.

Anthony suddenly smiled, revealing a very kind expression, and then stepped aside. Immediately, a goblin stepped up, also wearing a kind smile on his face: "I wonder how you, Grand Speaker, are prepared to pay the rescue fee?"

PS: My stomach has been hurting for two days. I feel bloated after eating, and I can't concentrate. I'll find time to get a check-up.