Chapter 380

While the Dragon God Transformation still had time, Ang pulled out the Scepter of Heaven, teleported back to Heaven Fortress, then froze time and pressed the tower top out of the Palace of Rest, intact.

Everyone gradually teleported over, their faces tinged with expressions of having seen a ghost; they debated for a long time, rejected countless plans, and were finally solved effortlessly by Ang—could spatial freezing really be used like this?

"Looks like your Bronze Dragon isn't useless after all—this skill is very practical for moving large, delicate objects. Do you take contracts? Our church has a thousand-year-old pipe organ to relocate, and we've never found a suitable solution. Have your Bronze Dragon lend a hand when you have time." Anthony's thoughts drifted.

Negril rolled her eyes: "I don't know if Bronze Dragons take jobs, but spatial freezing is a Red Copper Dragon's ability—you can ask any Red Copper Dragon."

"Oh! So it's a Red Copper Dragon? Blame the ancient dragons for being too obscure—I can't even remember their names." Anthony groaned in regret.

In verbal sparring, Anthony had never feared anyone—not even Lightning could out-debate him, so why fear a mere little Yellow Dragon?

Negril flared her dragon whiskers and glared, helpless—after all, ancient dragons really were obscure, far too few in number.

While they bickered, Diluni had already begun adjusting the Astronomical Mirror; since it was being relocated whole, no disassembly was needed—just align it to the correct direction.

With no atmospheric haze, cloud layers, or particulate scattering in the void, clarity improved by several orders of magnitude; as soon as Diluni aimed at the Red Star, he gasped: "Whoa!"

"What did you see? What did you see? Hurry, let me look, let me look!" A crowd rushed for viewing positions, nearly coming to blows.

Ang didn't push forward—he was a skeleton, observing the outside world through his soul; this optical astronomical mirror was useless to him—he could only perceive the light from the Red Star, not the object emitting it.

Those who had observed began chattering: "It's a person? Seems like a person?"

"How could it be a person? It's probably just a humanoid object—how could a person withstand such force?"

"How big is it? Can you calculate its size? It looks tiny in the mirror—could it be as massive as a mountain?"

Diluni hurriedly said: "Let me, let me—I have a matrix to calculate distance. Let me check."

Now no one could fight for position—they had real business to attend to; anyone who refused to step aside was lifted away by Ang.

Diluni sat contentedly in the viewing position, muttering: This was clearly his Astrology Tower—yet he hadn't even observed as long as they had. Thank goodness he still had other abilities.

Diluni pressed his eye to the eyepiece, while one hand opened slightly, palm revealing a glowing array; he glanced at it, then adjusted the array.

The array bore many scales—horizontal, vertical, circular, vertically rotating—each scale seemed to represent a parameter, making one's head spin.

Only Negril and Du Luo dared lean in; Du Luo stared for a while, then retreated, leaving only Negril watching with keen interest.

Diluni adjusted, adjusted, adjusted—slower and slower, until finally he frowned in deep thought, utterly at a loss.

Negril reminded him: "The oblique tangent ¥#*￥%%$@$! equals one-two-six, two-seven-five, one-two-two."

Diluni's eyes snapped open—he hesitated, glancing at Negril, then at the array in his hand, calculating rapidly; after finishing, he stared at Negril in shock.

Adjusting the oblique tangent coordinates to the correct position, Diluni resumed observation; soon he hit another snag, and this time, he instinctively glanced at Negril again.

Negril smiled and reminded him: "The intersection point @￥#！%* is seven-nine-eight-zero-five-eight-one-two-eight."

Diluni silently recalculated, exhaled, and conceded: "No wonder you're the God of Knowledge."

From then on, every time Diluni hit a roadblock, he looked up at Negril, who effortlessly provided the answer; together, they quickly computed the required data.

"This red dot is twenty astrological units away from us. Hmm—astrological unit is my astrological matrix's measurement standard; I don't know how far that actually is, but it's twenty units now. At its current speed, it'll 'crash' into us within half a month at most."

Diluni spoke gravely, emphasizing the word "crash."

"Crash?" Everyone clearly caught the implication.

"Yes, crash. At this speed, even if it's only the size of a single person, it can smash through our plane barrier," Diluni said.

"Can you calculate its actual size?" Du Luo asked.

Diluni replied: "I can calculate its volume, but without a reference, I can't gauge how large that volume is."

Diluni's statement was hard to grasp, but several present were among the wisest beings in the plane—they understood instantly.

One could calculate volume, but without a reference, one couldn't equate it—like saying "as tall as a tree"—does that mean a sapling or the Tree of Life?

Though unreferenceable, from Diluni's description, one could grasp how terrifying this Red Star was—if it were merely human-sized, it could pierce the plane barrier? Heaven Fortress couldn't even do that.

Heaven Fortress couldn't easily breach the main plane's barrier unless, like the Shattered Marsh, it was positioned where the plane barrier was weak.

What if this Red Star were as large as Heaven Fortress? Then it wouldn't just be about piercing the barrier—it might shatter the entire main plane.

They exchanged glances, each seeing a flicker of panic in the others' eyes.

"The main plane and the Abyss are linked—if the main plane is destroyed, the Abyss will be destroyed too: the Palace of Rest, the Sunken Lands, the Pale Sea Plane, the Violet Bone Plane—all will perish," Negril said.

"But isn't this supposed to be a Faith Storm? Why is this happening?" the Grand Sage asked, puzzled.

"Who knows? The previous Faith Storm didn't have this Red Star. Was anyone in the main plane during the Faith Storm? Did anyone ever see a Red Star hanging in the sky for half a month?"

"Definitely not—if they had, it would've been recorded. I've never seen any such record in any scripture—I even read every book I burned, noting down the important parts," Anthony affirmed.

"So what do we do now? A Faith Storm we could handle—just abandon our divine cores. But how do we dodge a collision like this?" Negril asked.

"Can we hide inside the Palace of Rest? The Emperor's Immortal Divine Core survived the Faith Storm inside the Palace of Rest—wouldn't the Palace be unaffected if the main plane is destroyed?" Du Luo asked.

Negril added: "We could also hide here—Heaven Fortress can move through the void. We could relocate it far from the main plane and avoid it."

Before they could agree on a solution, the distant Red Star suddenly blazed brighter, its luminosity rising several orders of magnitude, turning the Holy Heaven into a sea of fire.

Diluni instantly pressed his eye to the eyepiece; as he watched, his whole body trembled. What could the Truth Mage of Blue Star have seen to make him shake?

"What's wrong? What did you see? Speak! Tell us!" Everyone demanded urgently.

Diluni spoke in a trembling voice: "The… the Red Star… has been smashed."