Chapter 1153: Imprisoning an ancient divine light

The consciousness space of the Divine Star was a bit crowded now. Everywhere were various phantoms floating and sinking—humans, elves, dwarves—some struggling, some confused, some roaring, chaotic and unbearable.

"They are all newly dead, they should be the residents of the cities destroyed by Nan Mian," Anthony said.

"Dead souls returning to the Divine Star, exactly the same as the God of Light divinity. No wonder you looked for Ang, he is familiar with this routine," Negris said.

The battle in the consciousness space was a very strange way of fighting. Here, the power of the main body could not be projected in. What relied on were various changes and manifestation methods, and what relied on was experience.

Among the people present, only Ang had the experience of divine war, so Anthony decided to call for help decisively, which was right.

On the surface of the light ball in the consciousness space, countless newly dead intelligent beings were floating and sinking there. Some of them still retained their last consciousness, not even realizing they were dead, or realizing something and trying to pat the 'water' surface in a hurry, trying to escape from there.

A mother holding an infant still in swaddling clothes was looking at the surroundings blankly, looking at the people floating and sinking around, she was a bit confused.

Finally, her gaze fell on Anthony and the others, and she seemed to realize something. A look of horror and fear appeared on her face, and she subconsciously looked at the infant in her arms, then struggled to walk toward this side.

In the consciousness space, when you realize something, the form will have weight, and sinking will begin. The woman fell on the 'water' surface as soon as she took a step and sank toward the bottom.

She struggled and swam, swimming hard toward the direction where Anthony and the others were. Unfortunately, the surface of the light ball was not water, and no matter how good your swimming skills were, it had no meaning here.

The clearer your consciousness, the heavier the manifested form, and the heavier things sank faster, until finally sinking into it and becoming a part of the Divine Star.

The woman swam a few times and then submerged. She struggled to expose her face, trying hard to lift the infant toward Anthony, her eyes full of expectation and prayer.

Anthony was helpless, regretful, and compassionate in his heart, but his face was kind and firm, nodding with a smile, and taking the child from the woman's hand.

A look of relief appeared on the woman's face, and with a trace of a smile, she slowly sank into the water.

After the woman completely sank into the water, the infant in Anthony's hand immediately began to disperse, and soon turned into grains of sand, leaking from Anthony's hand into the water.

Anthony sighed. From the moment the woman swam toward him, he knew this would be the ending. The woman's child was too small, and even its consciousness was not sound, so it was impossible to manifest in this consciousness space.

This child was just manifested by her, a part of her consciousness. It would disperse immediately after leaving her. No one could save it. However, Anthony still professionally made a 'leave it to me, don't worry' posture, comforting her last obsession.

"May you and your child return to the embrace of light," Anthony said.

After the blessing, Anthony slowly sank into the light ball, only exposing a head, and said: "Come down, it's too conspicuous, it's easy to get entangled."

Ang and Negris hurriedly shrank under the 'water' surface, Ang was most afraid of trouble, while Negris was used to being cowardly. Thinking of being entangled by various obsessive consciousnesses, he wished he could shrink his head into his stomach.

So everyone shrank until only a head remained, and then looked at each other. Negris said: "What should we do now? Is there still a key missing? Where is the little ghost?"

The little ghost was the main force in absorbing the God of Light divinity. Without it, even if Ang won the divine war, it would be useless. At most, it would eliminate the God of Arbitration, and it couldn't take the God of Light divinity as its own.

Ang raised his little arm and shook his head.

"Can't you call it over? Then what should we do now?" Negris asked.

Ang tilted his head and listened for a while, then turned and swam toward a certain direction.

Actually, saying swimming is wrong. This is not real water. As long as the mind moves, they can move forward, without even moving their feet.

Wherever they passed, all around were rolling, floating, and sinking phantoms with expressions of horror, anger, unwillingness, shock, and relief. Those who could still maintain a certain consciousness here were basically those with relatively strong beliefs. However, having strong beliefs was not a good thing at this moment.

If it was a good thing to die unknowingly, but retaining a certain consciousness and manifesting here, realizing one's death in the floating and sinking, realizing it was irreversible, from confusion to despair, deeply experiencing this taste—that feeling was more painful than suffocation.

Moving forward all the way, Anthony and Negris saw countless such faces—painful, ferocious, twisted. Some who could still maintain a certain consciousness in despair saw Ang's group floating by, and they were even more surprised and happy, trying to lean over like grabbing a life-saving straw.

However, the more active the consciousness, the heavier the manifested form, and the faster it sank. At the last moment of sinking, seeing that Ang's group had no intention of saving them, their eyes projected endless resentment.

Negris wiped a cold sweat and said: "Fortunately, we shrank down. It's too uncomfortable to be entangled."

Now he couldn't stand it either. If he didn't shrink, more consciousnesses would discover them, more prayers, expectations, and resentment.

Moving forward like this, I don't know how long it had been, Ang suddenly stopped, and then shrank his head under the 'water' surface, leaving only a pair of eyes outside, looking toward the distance quietly.

This was the consciousness space, and everything was a projection of consciousness. Ang's action meant that he thought it was not safe to expose his head, and he had to dive deeper.

Ang felt it was not safe, so Anthony and Negris hurriedly followed suit, shrinking their heads completely, leaving only a pair of eyes, looking toward the direction of Ang's gaze.

Only to see on the 'water' surface, three rings, one inside the other, the center point of the rings was a fist-sized swallowing abyss, the three rings rotating constantly, locking the swallowing abyss firmly in the center position.

"What is this thing?" Negris asked in astonishment.

This was the consciousness space, and the rings and the swallowing abyss should be the manifestation of some consciousness. What consciousness manifested these things? What did it represent?

Soon Negris knew what it meant. Only to see fountains surging on the 'calm' sea of consciousness, a phantom was lifted into the air, condensing into a phantom—it was the Lord of the Starborn.

Only to see him standing straight like a candle, and then drifting straight forward, moving to the front of the rings and the swallowing abyss.

Seeming to perceive his arrival, a roar of anger came from the abyss, and a face suddenly bulged from the abyss, as if it was about to pop out: "Traitor, let me out!"

"Hiss... this is the will of the Divine Star? It doesn't have no consciousness, but was imprisoned? This Lord of the Starborn imprisoned an ancient divine light?" Negris said in shock. ===== CHAPTER 1154 =====

"Hiss... Is this the will of the God Star? It doesn't lack consciousness, but has been imprisoned? This Lord of Star Descendants imprisoned an ancient divine light?" Nagris said in shock.