Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 332 Reaching the Level of a Godlike Being

What is everywhere?

Those ancient origins, the fields of time and space, the forces that bind matter particles together, the energy that accelerates the expansion of the universe, the personified natural things, that is, the divine forces of the multiverse, the magical network of communication miracles that permeates countless planes...

They are so close to the very essence of the universe that any intelligent civilization will sooner or later notice their existence and realize that these fundamental things have stood since the beginning, profoundly shaping the world long before the first living being developed consciousness.

Now, Linbo will take this step, moving from the sublime dragons to something higher, becoming one with the primordial things.

A level 15 True Name Mage is an Ancient Saint, one of the god-like power groups in the multiverse.

Such beings are few in number, but not entirely elusive, and they are not necessarily superior to those attainable by mortals. Even among those considered to possess godlike power, the differences between them are vast.

The most common type of divine power is probably divine offspring, the descendants born from the union of a divine incarnation and a mortal. They are born extraordinary, but their power is not superhuman.

The strongest among them are comparable to true divine power; they simply did not choose to become gods, not because they were incapable of doing so.

Lin Bo silently endured the tempering of the cursed fire.

The power of the True Name Mage's words overwhelmed him, ignited him, and nearly destroyed him. But such a tragic ending was not for an ancient saint candidate who had already completed the path to ascension. The mage had forged an immortal and indestructible body and possessed a pure and refined soul, more than capable of withstanding the ravages of fire.

Since he was not destroyed by the flames, he was transformed in the fire.

The flames of magical power swept through every cell of the body and spread to every strand of the spirit, intertwining with magical energy and imprinting the long, coastline-like enchanted incantation engraved by Lin Boming, which was then used as raw material for elixir refining.

The language of Gudorei is fragments of dragon scales, like dust in the mountains.

Dust gathers to become scales, and scales pile up to form a dragon's body. The magnificent dragon is but a tiny fragment of the origin.

If this insignificant fragment is repeated infinitely, it becomes an ancient sage.

In the spiritual dimension, a massive amount of ancient Dor're runes surged toward the mage's true name, washing over "Bronze Moon" like a reversed river, clinging to every stroke of this dragon rune, twisting, transforming, and reconstructing it.

All the strokes have acquired infinite complexity, and there are no more pages to contain them; only the exquisite language of mathematics can approximate their description.

Its sound seemed to refract through a labyrinth of thousands of chime bells, rugged, complex, and mysteriously elegant, beyond the comprehension of flesh, blood, throat, tongue, and teeth. Only a faint lingering sound retained the original melody, vaguely resembling "Copper Moon."

The flames of cursed power penetrated everything about Lin Bo, and the firelight, using the primordial magnetic holy embryo as a bridge, allowed the physical body and the spirit to experience synchronous burning.

His body will not become stronger as a result, nor will his spirit become larger.

However, their forms and spirits become one, inseparable, and can transform at will. This is an innate racial trait of the ancient sages, not a professional characteristic or skill.

The lengthy promotion process lasted all day.

All beings in this plane are reincarnations of souls from the Light Realm. This uniqueness makes it easier for them to embark on the path of warriors or study mysteries. However, their innate sensitivity also allows them to perceive the radiation of the Dao Fire from the North.

The oppressive silence, like dark clouds or an iron curtain, was omnipresent and more chilling than the evil moon hanging in the sky.

On this day, the chirping of insects ceased, and birds returned to their nests. Wild beasts lay crouching and whimpering. All living beings felt a chill, and their hair stood on end. They all gazed northward, looking up at the sky.

Something fundamental has been born, adding a new, revered position to the cosmic foundation of this plane. It is no longer merely a field of spacetime, a clash between light and darkness, or the forces governing all things. Its very existence is of paramount importance, irreplaceable, and impossible to ignore.

Speechless, the adventurers of the vast network were stunned. The chaotic embryos scattered across the land acted frantically, prematurely giving birth to demons that had not yet fully developed. The void surged like an uneasy tide, and massive amounts of radiation bombarded the magnetic field, creating the globally visible aurora phenomenon.

But the sun has never been as bright and scorching as it is today, turning the sky, which should have been azure, into a white-gold color.

As dusk fell and the evil moon rose, the previously blind, gray-white pupils now surged with a purple-black void tide, staring intently at the sacred mountain that the orcs worshipped endlessly, as if possessing divine intelligence.

At the end of the mountain, the cross-legged giant opened his eyes.

A bright white sclera, amber irises, a bright silver halo, and colorless pupils that reflect everything like a mirror.

Lin Bo stared into the eyes of the chaotic celestial bodies.

He has transformed into something higher; the moon, formed from the very source of evil, no longer remains silent before the mage. It speaks of the plane's inevitable destruction in a forbidden voice far more corrupt than any other language. This language, capable of distorting sacred sparks and defiling the divine, is the most blasphemous language in the universe.

The monk ignored the blasphemy and silently memorized the pronunciation of the language, pondering its meaning.

The foolish, chaotic origin has little to say; it merely repeats and murmurs those words.

Tired of listening, Lin Bo turned his gaze to the planet's magnetic field. The melodious ancient sacred words fell into his ears, narrating the past that mortals could not know about the beginning of the world, and describing in detail all the objects shrouded in the planet's magnetic field, from the surface to the core of the star, without any detail, as if they were his own treasures.

He now needs a way to silence Yuan Ci, and through some kind of power of the same origin, to discover Yuan Ci's true name.

Lin Bo pondered silently, adapting to his new role after the promotion, and summarizing the spoils of last night's slaughter of the world.

Only now has the world, which was suppressed by the power of the Dao Fire, come back to life, like a recovery after a harsh winter.

The orc warriors at the foot of the mountain set off again, carrying offerings, and the number of climbers increased, including newborns of the tribe. Whether they made it down the mountain alive or not, they were already part of an epic story.

The world chat was still buzzing with discussion about today's global anomaly and the source of the unsettling pressure. The prophetic mage claimed that a god-like being had appeared in the world. Players speculated about which legendary hero had taken this step, and whether they should try to curry favor with him, at least to gain some recognition.

The local strongmen and kings shared the same idea. In this world where gods had vanished and the creator had fallen, such a great being was enough to change the course of fate and restore peace to the tragic and desperate celestial phenomena.

Pilgrim groups from various places have spontaneously organized themselves and set off for the northern border.

Lin Bo took out the spacetime cardboard box. This prop contained a force generator that could expand the spacetime field to create a stable pocket universe.

Such high-end technological creations only sell for a little over 10,000 Disaster Coins on the Zongwang player platform, which can be described as a bargain price, and it is clear that buying and selling in the multiverse is indeed a good business.

He opened the cardboard box, revealing a built-in spacetime generator that created a force field. A ring of light divided the two universes and also cut off the flow of the magnetic field.

The monk gazed at the faint magnetic signals emanating from the spacetime cardboard box, so close they seemed within reach, yet so far they seemed to be separated by worlds.

Although he could not yet hear the sound of energy, it did not prevent him from perceiving the silence of the magnetic field.

Lin Bo responded with silence, carefully discerning an ancient sacred rune that was gradually becoming clearer before his eyes. Its characters were exquisite and varied, like a vibrant frost-covered sky and sea.

(End of this chapter)