Chapter 993

Everyone rushed over, and Andong exclaimed in surprise: “You created the first Planar Will? How did you do it?”

Nageleis also exclaimed in surprise: “What are the odds? You go to pick up eggs and end up with a broody hen?”

“Who are you calling a broody hen?!” The Dawn Goddess, who had been nervously shrinking under the crowd’s gaze, instantly bristled at the word, glaring furiously at Nageleis.

“It’s a misunderstanding—his meaning is that you look utterly ordinary, yet you’re actually a breathtakingly beautiful goddess. He’s a dragon, and dragons and chickens belong to the same category, so he finds broody hens beautiful—he’s complimenting your beauty, of course, assuming the Planar Will truly was created by you.” Andong spoke with sincere earnestness, then shoved himself in front of Nageleis and kicked the fat dragon away with his heel.

Andong’s words lifted the Dawn Goddess’s spirits considerably, and she finally said: “Honestly, I don’t fully understand how I created Karmas—oh, Karmas is the Planar Will I created. I was originally a consciousness born within the Crystal Wall, naturally possessing its power. Do you know what the Crystal Wall is?”

Andong nodded: “Yes—the barrier separating worlds. Can the Crystal Wall give birth to consciousness?”

“Exactly! Can the Crystal Wall give birth to consciousness? That’s strange. Anyway, I was born. They called me the Crystal Wall Goddess, but I had no divine authority, so they stopped calling me goddess and just called me Crystal Wall Woman—ugly name.” The Dawn Goddess chattered on, as if holding back words for years and finally getting a chance to speak.

“Wait, wait—who are ‘they’?” Andong quickly asked. Hearing her speaking style, he had to steer the conversation, or she’d ramble for hours without reaching the point, like chatting with a Niu-tou woman—she could spend an afternoon saying what could be said in one sentence, with shockingly low information density.

“Oh, they were Crystal Wall Mages—specialists studying the Crystal Wall. Like them.” The Dawn Goddess pointed to a scorched robe on the ground, mostly reduced to ash—the remnants of the bald priests who had sacrificed themselves.

“Like them? Were these also Crystal Wall Mages?” Andong asked.

The Dawn Goddess shook her head: “I don’t know. Their robes looked similar, just different colors.”

Andong dragged Samus over and got the answer: “We are All-Endless Ones, from the All-Endless Void.”

“The All-Endless Void? Where is that?” Andong asked.

“It’s what you call the All-Endless Void,” Samus said.

Andong frowned: “The All-Endless Void contains nothing. How do you survive there?”

“Heh, you understand the All-Endless Void far too superficially,” Samus sneered.

Andong raised his staff: “Then what do you know about the All-Endless Void?”

Samus suddenly remembered his status as a prisoner and panicked: “No no no, I don’t know anything! Oh no…”

After torturing Samus thoroughly, Andong whispered to the group: “It seems this place is like where the Grand Councilor created the Mourning Bodies—also within the All-Endless Void.”

Nageleis speculated: “Could they be the Grand Councilor’s hidden force?”

Andong shook his head: “Unlikely. They’re more likely the enemies the Grand Councilor fears. Didn’t I say before? He let us spread faith here to seize the spiritual ecology niche, preventing them from growing.”

“But now it seems, for Spirits to reach a scale that affects a Planar Will, you need a massive population base—easy to detect. Creating a Planar Will is far more secretive and sudden.”

Nageleis smacked his waist muscle: “That makes sense! If many people collectively worship a Spirit, there’ll be obvious traces—the Grand Councilor must have agents everywhere in the Planes. He’d spot it. No need for us to fill the niche. But a Planar Will? Just a group of mages is enough—far more covert.”

Andong nodded: “Maybe both reasons apply. Letting us fill the niche—after all, followers of exiled wandering deities are easier to deal with than insane Spirit warriors. It also prevents Planar Will births. So reverse-engineering this, I think I know the conditions required for a Planar Will to form.”

“What conditions?” Nageleis blinked, confused. How did I miss this? I didn’t even reverse-engineer it—who’s the God of Knowledge here?

Andong didn’t answer, but said: “We’re All-Endless Ones too.”

True enough—they came from the All-Endless Void, so technically they were All-Endless Ones. But was that the same thing?

Did these All-Endless Ones need to fly for decades like Little Phantom? Or, like the Immortal, did even a Void Primordial need to abandon its primordial body just to launch its soul here?

Andong returned to the Dawn Goddess and said: “These people came from the All-Endless Void. So you were born there too? What happened after that? How did you create the Planar Will?”

“I’m not sure. I can describe it. There was a massive Crystal Wall enclosing a seven-colored Plane. The moment I was born, I saw it. Those mages danced and sacrificed on it, chanting loudly.”

“I was newborn then, didn’t understand human language. Couldn’t tell what they were singing. Now I recall—they seemed to chant: ‘The Eternal Sole Creator Light, your radiance births all things, pluck a fragment of your light, create anew…’ Something like that.”

Nageleis couldn’t help but snort: “What? Creator Light?”

The Dawn Goddess thought she’d said something wrong, hesitated: “Maybe? Creation, life, light—put together, isn’t that Creator Light?”

“Yes yes yes, I just remembered something else. Keep going, keep going,” Nageleis laughed nervously. It was a translation issue—he’d panicked, thinking Creator Light had arrived.

The Dawn Goddess gave it a suspicious glance, then continued: “I didn’t understand their chants then. I only felt cold. I wanted warmth—I focused hard, trying to draw closer to the seven-colored Plane. One day, I finally got close enough.”

“Then the mages noticed me. They panicked, tried to drive me away. But they were weak—couldn’t hurt me at all. So I ignored them. I only wanted to get closer to the seven-colored Plane.”

“The mages came every day to talk to me. After a while, I learned their language. They begged me to leave, saying I’d interfere with the Planar Will. I didn’t understand them then, so I stayed, just thinking all day about warming the seven-colored Plane.”

“One day, it warmed up. The mages were furious. They cried and screamed every day, cursed me, accused me of stealing their Planar Will, killing them, ruining their plans. They’d planned to create a consciousness to control the seven-colored Plane—but I stole it. So I created the Planar Will.”

Here, the Dawn Goddess’s expression grew troubled: “After they finished speaking, they began burning themselves. The seven-colored Plane immediately writhed. I felt the consciousness inside—it seemed in terrible pain. After a while, that consciousness suddenly gave me a Divine Authority, tore open space, and hurled me out.”

How she used that Divine Authority to become the Dawn Goddess and oversee marriage? That’s another story—unrelated now to Crystal Wall power.

“Alright, I know how to create a Planar Will,” Andong finally concluded.

“How? I don’t even know the key point—tell me! I’ll create a few new Planar Wills and rescue my Karmas.”

PS: New Year’s feels like war—why does eating cuttlefish roe make me sleepy? Is it the purines?