Eternal Night

Chapter 462: Remains of the Worlds
"I am a great arcanist, not a life in this land of faith of the gods."

The white-bearded old man explained his identity clearly and neatly: "When I woke up, I was already in ruins. My civilization, my homeland, and my people had all disappeared. I searched for them for a long time but couldn't find them. After that, I had to wander around. Then, my originally immortal body began to gradually age and decay. Until I came here before I died, I was revered as a god by the people. With the power of their faith, I stopped aging and dying, but I was also poisoned by the faith. I had to become their god. Otherwise, I would be dragged and imprisoned by the poison of faith and would never be able to be reborn."

Wu Xianxiao quickly understood the meaning of this. He nodded and said, "In other words, you can't leave the throne of God on your own? Do you want me to help you?"

The white-bearded old man was immediately horrified and knelt down again, saying, "I dare not, but besides my death, there is actually another way, which is to form a united divine court."

"Unite with the Divine Court? Tell me about it." Wu Xianxiao said without comment.

The white-bearded old man immediately said anxiously: "This is the place where the gods believe, but it is a very early place of the gods' belief. In addition to here, there are places of faith of gods of varying sizes throughout the world. I have also wandered in those places, so I know the development path of the gods. In the middle period, there will be joint divine courts, distribution of priesthood, and so on. It is not necessary to kill other gods. You can still form a divine court to distribute faith. Moreover, a single god is likely to become the only god. The poison of faith will erupt sooner or later, and eventually turn into a catastrophe and doomsday!"

Wu Xianxiao sensed the emotions, and then looked at the big fly on his waist.

Beelzebub pondered for a while and said, "Indeed, I have a vague memory that the entire Lost Lands are indeed distributed in a disordered order. When it devours the real fragments, the fragments will be broken into pieces in the process of devouring. Do you still remember how you were severely injured? That was the process of fragmentation, and then they fell into various places in the lands, so what he said is true."

The old man with white beard then noticed the fist-sized fly. He was horrified, but he dared not look at it any more. He just lowered his head and said, "So Saint, you don't have to kill me. I am willing to worship the God of Natural Purity as my main god, offer half of my faith to Him, and believe in His way. From now on, I am a natural prophet. I am willing to swear on my divine domain that if I break this oath, my faith will turn into poison. I will never dare to break this oath."

Wu Xianxiao nodded silently and said, "Do you recognize this big fly?"

"Symbol, symbol!!" Beelzebub was so excited that he was about to fly up and hit Wu Xianxiao, but was covered by Wu Xianxiao's hand.

The old man with white beard smiled bitterly. He knew that the man in front of him had some kind of psychic power, so he didn't dare to hide it. He just lowered his head and said, "I don't know who this person is, but when my civilization still existed... the meaning of the fly made me dare not recall it. It represented the tyrant of matter, the cycle of life and death, the cause and effect of nothingness, and... the end of all things."

"The cause and effect of nothingness?"

Wu Xianxiao lifted Beelzebub up and asked, "Have you ever been so awesome?"

Beelzebub was too lazy to pay attention to Wu Xianxiao's frequent disconnection. She asked the white-bearded old man: "You have been saying these things when your civilization still existed... Could it be that you were not born in this land of many realms?"

"……no."

The white-bearded old man sighed and said, "I, Vesperion Starfall, was born in the 784,100th year of the Holy Arcane Calendar and died in the 998,000th year of the Holy Arcane Calendar. I died in the defense battle of the Holy White Tower's floating land and was killed by the Death Prison Arhat under Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Because of the Holy White Agreement, I did not fall into the source of death. My essence was protected by the arcane core in the core of the floating land, but when I woke up, I had already arrived at the lands. I originally thought that this was the source of death, and I was completely desperate at the time. But in the subsequent wanderings, I realized that this was the legendary lost lands, in the Wanhua Refining World Heaven."

Wu Xianxiao was slightly stunned, and his expression became serious. Beelzebub also exclaimed: "Remains of the past reality? I didn't expect the deduction to be true. After falling into the Lost Lands, there is a certain probability that the past dead life will be restored from the real fragments. However, the essence of life must be preserved and not plundered by the source of death... When you were alive, did those awake sources still exist?"

The white-bearded old man said with shame on his face: "I am only a great arcanist, not a holy arcanist. I am not qualified to touch the root. I can't even know it, so I can't answer your question..."

Beelzebub then said to Wu Xianxiao: "He is a survivor of the previous real world, and judging from his appearance, his thinking is clear and his intelligence is still there. He is a very precious specimen. You'd better save his life."

The white-bearded old man heard the word "specimen" in his ears. He was an arcanist, and arcanists would really use other intelligent creatures as specimens. He immediately said anxiously: "Saint, I am useful, I am still useful!"

Wu Xianxiao certainly knew that the survivors of the real world of the previous era were extremely valuable, even if it was just information. If we could learn from him how the reality of the previous era resisted pollution, it would be a great gift from heaven for Gaia. The old man with white beard naturally didn't know this. He had made a lot of predictions before. In these predictions, if he dared to resist, he would die ten times out of ten. If he knelt down and couldn't come up with a solution to the conflict between the gods, he would be dead. Only by explaining everything would he have a chance to survive. At this time, he racked his brains and thought hard, and immediately said: "I really don't know the root cause. Those things I just know will be polluted, but I am also a great arcanist. When our reality fell to the zero point four point, we detected that a new real world phantom began to appear, so we suspected... In the entire large universe model, the speed of reality appearing began to increase, and at the same time, the speed of reality falling was also increasing!"

"Wait a minute, how much?" Beelzebub's voice became sharp. She said loudly: "You were born in the 700,000th year of the Holy Arcane Calendar, and you will die in 10,000 years..."

The white-bearded old man corrected him, "He was born in the 784,100th year of the Holy Arcane Calendar and died in the 998,000th year of the Holy Arcane Calendar."

"It's fallen to 0.4 in less than a million years? By the way, the so-called dividing point you mentioned, isn't 0.3 the origin layer?" Beelzebub continued to ask sharply.

The white-bearded old man nodded and said, "Yes, 0.3 is the root level."

Beelzebub immediately said to Wu Xianxiao, "This is the same order of magnitude as the baseline reality used by you Gaian humans, but this is not right. It took less than a million years to fall from the real world to the 0.4 level? Although my memory is incomplete, I vaguely remember that it took at least hundreds of millions of years for the real world where I was located to fall. How could it only take a million years to fall to 0.4? And you said that a new real world phantom appeared? No, it's impossible. Two real worlds cannot exist at the same time. This is absolutely impossible!"

The old man with white beard stopped talking and remained silent. Wu Xianxiao slapped the big fly and said to him, "Since you have the ability to predict my arrival, you should know where I will go next. So... can I trust you?"

The old man with white beard said immediately: "I, Vesperion Starfall, the God of Prophecy, swear on my own divine domain that I will worship the God of Natural Purity as my main god and offer half of my faith power. At the same time, I will never harm anyone under the Saint's banner!"

Wu Xianxiao nodded, then turned around and was about to leave. Vesperion immediately said from behind: "The saint will surely return. I foresaw that moment. However, the saint's return also foreshadows the demise of this land of faith of the gods. The remaining forces of the seven towers will begin to attack in a big way, plundering people and lives to fill their towers. The saint is powerful, but he is not resistant to the direct erosion of the source pollution. Therefore, except for the saint and a few people who escaped, we will all perish!"

Wu Xianxiao turned to look at Vesperion and asked, "So what do you suggest?"

"Floating city!" Vesperion said immediately, "I can't even think about the floating continent, but I can do it with the floating city. I can create an energy conversion circuit, and then use the belief in the gods as the energy core, convert it into quasi-arcane energy, and then make a city and the surrounding land float up. If the ground and underground structures are arranged properly, it can accommodate more than five million people. Then we can drive the floating city to escape from this area. This is also the only chance of survival!"

Wu Xianxiao thought for a while and said, "Okay, you go and tell Samara about all this. He is now accepting the forces of various city-states in the back and will be here soon." After saying that, Wu Xianxiao turned around and left.

Vesperion called out to Wu Xianxiao again, "Saint, there is one more thing... According to my prediction, the reason why you cannot resist the direct erosion of the root-level pollution is that your extraordinary path is flawed. You are missing the other half of the spiritual consciousness, so you cannot sublimate and return to the unity of the primordial world, right?"

Wu Xianxiao turned around again, looked at Vesperion for a long time, and then asked, "What do you want?"

Vesperion was stunned for a moment, not understanding what was going on. Wu Xianxiao asked again, "Your previous suggestion was for your own survival, but now your suggestion is for my personal benefit. It doesn't matter if you don't say it, so what do you want?"

Vesperion immediately knelt down again, but his expression was firm and solemn. There was no trace of vulgarity in his kneeling this time. He raised his head and said, "I want to go back to the real world and escape from this land of many realms, even if I am the only one left... I also want to find the remnants of my civilization, or the echoes of the past. Even if I am the only one left, I want to be the gravekeeper of my civilization and at least tell the world that we have been here!"

Wu Xianxiao was silent for a long time before he nodded and said, "Okay, you can talk now."

Vesperion immediately stood up excitedly and said, "My predictions are based on the information I gain from the great cosmic consciousness. In the outside world, every prediction I make may cause me to be seriously polluted, but here, my predictions have no cost. So, Saint, I can predict for you the real place where your extraordinary system has fallen. The success rate may not be high, but at least there is a direction. You can completely complete your extraordinary path in this land of the worlds!"

"Both the physical and mental sides are fully restored!!"

(End of this chapter)