Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 338 The Holy Embryo of Power, Heading Towards the Stars

At this moment, the kings and powerful beings of all mortal races around the world are rushing to two locations, both in search of the same person.

The Northern Sacred Mountain is the place where ancient saints ascended to heaven, but the mage himself has long since vanished without a trace, leaving only the old table and chairs, and a stone map.

Kings' messengers, pilgrims, and those seeking divine power all paused at the sacred mountain, making rubbings of maps with paper and pen before hastily setting off again.

Merchants, thieves, and greedy commoners would secretly pry off pieces from the stone tables and benches, selling them at high prices as sacred objects of blessing. The slight textures left from the creation of the artifacts were considered marks of authenticity, leading many sellers to believe they were genuine.

The Tropical Mushroom Forest is the ancient sage's earthly foundation and long-term residence. On that day, he sat cross-legged under a tree, surrounded by a herd of beasts, silent and still, while all the worshippers felt immense satisfaction and joy at witnessing the true face of the master.

Those races that have been enemies for generations, and those nations with deep-seated hatred, even if they meet here, they only dare to exchange a few sarcastic remarks, and absolutely do not want to fight each other. Even when they quarrel, they keep their voices down, for fear of disturbing the tranquil atmosphere of the woodland.

The players on the network were quite relaxed. The ninety-eight of them were united and clung to the powerful mage. Visiting the big brother's house was like a holiday gathering. They would go into the barbarian's houseboat to drink, play chess, play cards, arm wrestle, compete in courage, and chat about everything under the sun.

As night fell, the representatives of the forces and the powerful figures who had gathered moved around, exchanging information with each other.

“Those outsiders call that terrifying thing in the sky ‘the moon,’” the internationally renowned legendary sorcerer told those around him. They were gathering under the streetlights, where the warm, radiant magic could counteract the corrosive effects of the void’s radiation.

"The moon is said to be a beautiful thing, but the moon in our world is the absolute opposite of beautiful," a legendary shaman said slowly. "Be careful not to look up at the night, for the void is more restless than it has been in millions of years."

"The invasion of the Void Demons will not end easily. This malice is not always manifested in outward claws, but also in the discontent of the people. The cries of suffering will attract the attention of the Void, and the dark magic power it bestows may make ordinary people dangerous and the strong terrifying."

"What should we do? Demons are easy to kill, but how can we ensure that everyone feels happy during wartime? The first to fall are the frontline soldiers fighting against the demons, and this is not an isolated case."

The crowd fell silent. They were already among the world's most outstanding individuals, yet at this moment they could only sigh in silence, just like all farmers facing a poor harvest and the illness of their loved ones.

"How can there be no suffering in the world?" humanity lamented.

"It's all because of you humans, your desires are too strong. You're never satisfied!" the dwarf glared. "We're different. As long as we have wine, even the hardest days can be happy."

The elf retorted gently, "When you face gold and silver mines, your clans slaughter each other; that doesn't seem like you're materialistic."

"Are you pointy-eared people innocent? You're the ones who are always having an affair. You're also the race that has caused the most magical disasters for your own selfish desires!"

When different races expose each other's secrets, it's always full of tension and a morbid sense of humor, with everyone talking at once and hurling insults at each other.

"Alright, alright," the orc shaman stopped the argument. "In Your Majesty's holy land, you should all wash your lips before you speak, lest your venomous words defile the air."

Everyone shut up.

"Not long ago, Lord Alyo Dawn and Dusk sent me a message. He was the first among us to have a face-to-face conversation with His Majesty, and we salute his courage. Unfortunately, His Majesty is the same kind of person as those who call themselves Cross-Network Players, and will not stay in our world for long."

Upon hearing this, everyone sighed. "There are some things we should do ourselves, so that His Majesty can see our resolve. Since we need to be saved, let's put aside our arrogance. I think that's our duty," the shaman gently suggested. "In the face of the end times, there is no pride or hatred that cannot be put aside. Foolish people who hinder unity for their own selfish desires should be eliminated."

“But who can guarantee there won’t be any problems with this road? What if… uh, nothing.” The outspoken dwarf was about to retort, but immediately realized he had said something that might cause trouble, so he shut his mouth.

"Everyone shares the same concerns. But no matter how turbulent the future may be, the alliance remains the best way to fight against the apocalypse."

"I agree." "I agree too."

Before sunrise, the legends and aspiring legends reached a consensus, which became the Covenant of the Saints and marked the beginning of world unification.

As the first rays of dawn fell, Lin Bo ended his incantation. He awoke from his silent meditation, dew condensing on his forehead. A fluttering rainforest blue butterfly landed on his withered, cold fingertips, then suddenly flew away in fright.

The beasts murmured slightly as they watched the giant stand up; even the tigers and leopards appeared small.

Lin Bo passed through the herd of beasts. In his ears, the omnipresent power of the universe filled the spacetime field like a vast ocean. He heard a clamor like distant tides surging, as the origin of the world poured out its existence to the ancient sage.

Force energy differs from other forces that bind and connect material particles. It represents the characteristic of all things in the universe being far apart and isolated from each other, manifested as spacetime expansion. It is a strong and isolated physical force.

The energy field and the spacetime field are closely related; the former is like a flame, and the latter is like solid ice.

The best way to silence this fundamental phenomenon is through the singularity of spacetime collapse; massive celestial bodies and black holes in the universe are absolutely suitable for assisting in the discovery of the true nature of energy.

Lin Bo checked trading platforms and online forums and found that there were indeed artifact-level items and equipment that could restrain black holes as energy sources, but the prices made him shudder and his wallet was terrified.

There are many black holes in nature, but they are hard to find, and even if you find one, it's not easy to get there. Lin Bo can survive in space, but lingering near a black hole is not a wise move.

He walked into the forest clearing and gazed at the warm rays of the rising sun in the southeast. The sun in this world was special; it was not a celestial body, but a structure similar to a spacetime wormhole, connecting the prime material plane and the light plane, and was a well in the spacetime field.

Previously, the monk could only discern clues, but now he could clearly hear the violent disturbances in the force field around the sun, like the dense bursting of boiling bubbles on the surface of water, sending back a buzzing crackling sound.

The sun is constantly tearing at the spacetime membrane of the prime material plane, releasing boundless magical energy from the light realm, while the membrane is constantly resisting this force, maintaining a dynamic balance.

Lin Bo pondered for a moment. He had found a suitable object to explore: not the sun, but the stars. These faint energy wells were suppressed by the boundary membrane and struggled like embers of charcoal. As long as one went to the wellhead, one could hear the silenced energy sounds.

He needs to go on a long trip.

Heading to the land of stars.

The monk stood silently in the morning light, while the crowd gathered quietly, heads bowed, awaiting the sacred instruction.

(End of this chapter)