The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

While the Great Prophecy is definitely not that simple, the underlying logic is just like that; it's just that the variables and calculations are a tiny bit more complex.

The old man walked outside the academy and saw in the distance that some brilliant mind had designed the entire instance like a children's playground.

The Great Sage continued, "So after seeing such a future, I tried to plan. But my abilities were insufficient to deal with such a future. So in the end, I could only think of imitating the deeds of that one god. If in the real future, when everything is beyond redemption, will there be a sliver of possibility that can stop this future, just like the birth of the former King?"

"Perhaps I succeeded, and maybe I'm even better and more reliable than I thought."

“He will surpass me, step over my dead body, and achieve what I could never accomplish in my lifetime. Thank you, I am proud of you,” the old man said, smiling.

Perhaps this was the first time he had smiled so genuinely, and his unparalleled pride and self-satisfaction seemed to overflow from his lips.

The two continued on their way, and the old man said, "Actually, I have calculated the future of many people through the Great Prophecy Technique."

“Most of my students, if they lose their magic and power, are nothing… Without magic and power, they are utterly useless, and this is a true reflection of the vast majority of people.”

"But you're different. Do you want to know what your future would be like as an ordinary person if you hadn't come into contact with magic?" the old man asked with a smile.

“Explain in detail,” Xue Dinglu said succinctly.

"You will become a disaster relief doctor, then complete two doctoral degrees at Boston University, and finally work with international medical organizations to become a disaster relief doctor on the front lines of war and natural disasters... Finally, in that land ravaged by war and invasion, in a hospital that has been destroyed by bombs, you will tragically die."

"This is your future as an ordinary person if you have never been exposed to any magic."

Xue's Law fell silent.

If I, as an ordinary person, had successfully gained admission to Boston University and come into contact with an international medical organization during my studies, I might have actually joined it.

"So you are different. What makes you stronger than anyone else is not just your strength, but your heart. Even if you have no strength, you can risk your life to save others. And it's not just a momentary impulse, but a heart that can still move forward and grow stronger after facing the scarred reality and suffering."

"Perhaps this is why the world chose you. Even without me, with your world's nurturing, you would still have been able to successfully kill Zeus and resolve your world's disaster."

"What's even more remarkable is that even after gaining unparalleled power and abilities far surpassing those of others, you will still abide by the order, still respect everyone, not use your power to seek personal gain, not use your power to demand higher welfare and treatment, and not even use your power to improve your status and privileges, remaining unchanged."

"This is your true power, and perhaps it is also the reason why you are so perfectly suited to the path of the Supreme King."

The next moment, a book appeared in front of Xue Dinglu.

"The Book of the Wise," a book that Xue Dinglu hasn't had a chance to see yet.

As he flipped through the book, Xue Dinglu was momentarily stunned.

"The Seventh Expedition...log records..."

It wasn't just the logbook of the Seventh Expedition, but also the message left by Ishan, as well as messages left by more than a dozen other expeditions...

This was the last glimpse of the King's secret that the old man managed to discover.

Through this secret, he wanted to leave the universe with a little something to rely on after he left. He wasn't even the only one who took this path; the old man's other students probably did as well.

However, none of them were able to make it to the end, and the last trick they left behind after their deaths turned out to be an unexpected stroke of luck.

Looking at the information on it, Xue Dinglu understood everything.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was destiny, but shortly before the old man was corrupted by nothingness and died, he found the remains of the former Seventh Expedition.

There, he deciphered the logs left by the Seventh Expedition, as well as Ishan's message and the messages of other expedition members who were able to get there.

"If you see this, it means you're on the right track. Keep moving forward; we are not fighting alone."

“I’ve come here, but I can’t leave now. I told Al in the cafeteria that what I said about her nutritional paste tasting like engine oil was fake… it’s actually even worse than engine oil. But… I kind of want to eat it again.”

"These may be my last words, mortals. Do not grieve for my death. I have seen stars burn out and witnessed the cycles of hundreds of civilizations rise and fall. If a new star is born in the place where I fell billions of years from now, that will be the moment I awaken. Do not disturb."

"Later, I secretly tucked a dried 'night dew flower' into the bottom cover of my journal. In my hometown, this represents forging ahead bravely, never looking back. Keep moving forward."

……

One message after another was displayed in front of Xue's law.

They were either encouraging each other, joking around, or writing their final testaments.

Most of these messages were never read or heard by any living being. Some drifted with the wreckage of ships, some became faint ripples of information in the subspace background radiation, and some were retrieved from that graveyard billions of years later by someone who came later to uncover the truth.

In fact, how many teams didn't even make it here?

They were all "losers." They were not the team that ultimately reached the altar star, and they all died in that great void. In fact, they may not have played any role in the catastrophe of the cosmic void.

But looking at these deciphered messages, for some reason, Xue Dinglu felt his eyes itch.

"The wind in subspace is a bit strong," Xue Dinglu said, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes,” the great sage echoed.

"Old man, please help me one last time..." Xue Dinglu said, perhaps understanding what he should do in these last few days. "Take me to the ruins you discovered. From here, I will walk to the end of the subspace one more time."

"At the very least, we cannot let these voices simply disappear into the subspace."

Chapter 493 Sea of ​​Flowers

The deepest part of the subspace, a place that no one can know.

The divine tree and the "true god" that coexisted with it came together to form the throne from which the divine tree grew. The Lord of the Mist sat on this throne, and the branches kept sprouting. Then, just before they were about to grow into a towering tree, they withered away in an instant.

Behind the true god, six arms were in an extremely twisted posture, each arm with a face growing on it, with eyes and mouth in the center of the palm, constantly uttering all sorts of distorted babbling.

The Lord of the Mist paid no heed to these incessant murmurs. At this moment, this bewitching true god, through the veil woven from tree roots, quietly gazed at the most magnificent and splendid landscape in the warp, the endless warp barrier.

It also locks up all evil gods, and even simultaneously locks up the wall between the King and nothingness.

"Come on, come on..."

“My power and status are gradually approaching those of a ‘true god.’ Soon, give me time, and I too can shatter this false wall…”

"Thus, they are released!"

"No, why should I shatter the warp barrier? And why should I be so obsessed with becoming a true god?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Become a true god, shatter the barrier of subspace..."

Twisted murmurs echoed here, while the true god, seemingly still undergoing transformation, ceaselessly accumulated His power, and the primordial divine tree beneath Him had completely merged with Him.

This is a divine tree that has survived in subspace for 40 billion years, and it is also the most primordial divine tree.

When it is not activated, it becomes the World Tree that gathers life and atmosphere, taking care of all the creatures that gather there. But when the code at its core that absorbs "spiritual particles" is activated, it instantly becomes a demon tree that devours "humans".

Four billion years ago, after Fug died at the foot of this tree, her obsession and desire eventually twisted the new divine body she created, forming this monster that coexists with the primordial divine tree.

Even now, having become a true god, He is still inseparable from this divine tree—or rather, the Lord of the Mist is inseparable from this divine tree.

He couldn't even stay away from the sacred tree for too long.

Because His existence itself is a product of the protection that the divine tree provided for "Fug," so after He became a god, He will return to protect the tree.

The divine tree remained silent, simply channeling all its energy into this monster, the only one from its own time, with whom it depended for survival.

Meanwhile, on the Mist Council, the planet where the final ceremony of Expedition 13 was held, the God of Order and the monsters of nothingness achieved a perfect balance.

This is precisely the time that tests the power of the God of Order the most. He must control himself to achieve an absolute balance with the void. If He suppresses the void, He will immediately take this final step and be pulled into the barrier of the subspace by the Venerable King to suffer eternal martyrdom.

If it is suppressed by nothingness, it will soon be gradually devoured by nothingness and thus disappear completely.

"Time is running out, and so are we all." The God of Order silently calculated how much longer he could maintain this balance, gazing at the endless sub-space barrier, lost in thought.

"After I'm gone, the 'pure land' of the Starfleet, the place where the final souls of the Starfleet members were recorded, Xue Law, I entrust it to you as well," He said softly.

……

Meanwhile, in the shallow subspace, at the site of the original 7th Expeditionary Force's wreckage.

When the old man brought Xue's Law here, Xue's Law did not see any area.

The interior of the warp is bizarre and wondrous, completely defying the physical laws of the real universe. This is why developing the warp is so difficult; even interstellar fleets can only roam its shallowest layers.

If Hassan hadn't asked the Mimic King to explore the edge of the warp, the Mimic King might still be lingering in the shallow layers of the warp and wouldn't have become a God of Order.

The entire warp is an untapped treasure trove, but that's only true for the shallow warp. If you were to disturb the den of monsters and demons at the edge of the warp, you'd really be in trouble.

Xue Law and the Great Sage searched all the way here, trying to find the right gap. At the same time, Xue Law slowly recounted the events that had happened during this period.

From meeting the brave uncle and learning about the interstellar column for the first time, to encountering a civilization that coexists with giant beasts, and then meeting the old Grimm who has been guarding for more than 30,000 years, killing Brinton in a parallel world of Earth, and thus unexpectedly becoming the 13th Apostle of the Mist Council through Brinton's disguise.

Each story in Xue's Law is told very briefly, basically just mentioned in passing.

He usually treated these stories about himself as casual conversation, but when he was able to assassinate an apostle and then get in touch with Hassan through connections, the old man finally couldn't hold back anymore.

“Mr. Hassan… he once invited me to join the masquerade ball, but I refused. I probably will never experience true happiness in my life,” the Great Sage said, as if sighing. “At the time, he seemed to have said that his time was running out and that he wanted me to take over his masquerade ball.”

Xue's Law: "..."

And you died thousands of years before Hassan…

Xue Law complained, "And Hassan actually let the old man be the boss of this masquerade ball?"

However, now, he is indeed the true leader of the masquerade ball, although he has not done many good deeds as the leader. He disappeared after swindling a wave of investors and did not even appear when the apostles attacked the masquerade ball.

This led many people to believe that Lao Xue had run away with the investment after securing it.

However, Xue Law has now settled the remaining members of the masquerade ball. At least he has given them something to do so they won't be bored and just want to find the apostles to self-destruct.

After this brief interlude, Xue's Law continued his narration, explaining how he came into contact with the Mimic King through Hassan's resources, and how the Mimic King took a liking to him, even actively fusing his fragments with his own...

Then comes the most important thing that Xue's Law wants to say.

"We successfully killed the Sixth Apostle—the Insect King. He was swallowed by the Void and is completely dead." Xue Luding proudly announced this achievement. This old man, whom they had hated to the bone all their lives, had long since been killed by them.

Although 99.99999% of the damage was dealt by the Mimic King, he at least provided the Void Contamination, so at least he got an assist, which could be considered as a joint kill by him and the Mimic King.

Upon hearing the news, the old man seemed somewhat dazed. After a long silence, he finally spoke, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end, he only said, "You've really grown up..."

Xue Dinglu didn't respond to that, but instead retorted, "Do you have any illegitimate children outside? During my adventures, I don't know how many people have claimed to be your descendants, using your surname to swindle and deceive."

The old man's emotions, which had just begun to build up, vanished instantly, and he immediately revealed an extremely unpleasant expression.

"No."

"Oh."

Xue Dinglu continued his search. This was the ruins of the Seventh Expedition. But now, 40 billion years later, that starry sky seemed to have been completely locked up. No one knew what kind of luck the old man had to find this place back then.

Contrary to Xue's theory, the old man did not know the complete story of the Venerable King; he only found some information in the wreckage of the Seventh Expedition.

Even this small amount of information brought him great benefits.

As for that god-slaying journey that he once embarked on, imitating the path of the Venerable King, perhaps it was just a lucky guess. The old man himself didn't know if he could succeed; he was just trying.

"Found it! It was hidden in such a concealed crevice. No wonder the Mimicry King said that finding things in the subspace is as difficult as climbing to heaven. Even with the coordinates here, we almost couldn't find it," Xue Dinglu complained.