Chapter 952: Alpha-class Consciousness?
Around the central tower, everyone’s gaze was subtly observing the path of the Abyssal Saint. They had assumed the Abyssal Saint would not step into the trap, but little did they expect that his footsteps would not falter at all, directly entering the formation’s range. Had he not noticed? Or did he simply not care? Everyone’s gaze became full of interest, especially Tang Quan, whose closed eyes opened, and he stared thoughtfully at the Spade Person. In his field of vision, the Spade Person’s Spirit Pressure realm was suppressed to the Spirit Second-stage by the Calamity rules, making him incredibly weak. He even suspected that he could kill this ant with a sneeze.
“Heh heh~ Your Excellency Saint, you wouldn’t have not noticed the trap, would you?” Nian Gengcheng’s smiling expression became even more delighted, and he let out a low laugh, as if anticipating an upcoming joke.
A trap? Xia Feng stepped on the void, walking slowly, and at the same time looked up at the giant, mercury-colored mirror lit up in the sky. If this formation formed by the ‘Heavenly Gift Authority’ was called a trap, then it would be ridiculously amusing.
Buzz—!!
The dim sky was instantly covered by mercury light flows, forming a transparent heavenly mirror that could illuminate all things. The scene of ruins and debris within a ten-mile radius was reflected in the sky. The figure of the Abyssal Saint was also reflected within, and instantly, the black-robed figure in the real world seemed to be erased by an eraser, slowly fading away.
Everyone was shrouded in a pale blue halo and was not affected by the trap. They all raised their heads to look at the sky. In the mirrored world in the sky, besides the black-robed figure of the Abyssal Saint, there was also a Middle-aged man wearing a long white sacred robe, a triple crown on his head, and a monocle perched on his nose. The Black Moon Pope had said he had a plan to capture the Abyssal Saint alive, which required Burning Heaven’s cooperation. Naturally, the others were content to watch the show. Now, it seemed the show was becoming increasingly interesting. The Abyssal Saint had actually entered the ‘Heavenly Gift Spirit Realm’.
“Within the Heavenly Gift Spirit Realm, Spirit Artifacts are forcibly converted into living beings, and their owners must fight their Spirit Artifacts. Only by killing and destroying the Spirit Artifact can one escape from the Spirit Realm, with the price being the destruction of the Spirit Artifact, rendering it unusable forever. If one dies within the Spirit Realm, their soul will be usurped by the Spirit Artifact’s consciousness, and its concept will be occupied.” The suited young man introduced this with a smiling face towards everyone. “This formation was painstakingly set up with a considerable amount of Heavenly Gift Divine Power. Ladies and gentlemen, would anyone like to go in and play?”
No one paid any attention to this fellow. On the back of the Golden Sparrow giant bird, Ke Yanqing stared thoughtfully at the image in the celestial mirror. “The Black Moon Pope seems not to fear the Heavenly Gift Spirit Realm; it appears his Spirit Artifact’s Authority Conversion progress has advanced again.”
“Authority Conversion…” An Xingjia sighed lazily, dark circles under his eyes. “Tsk tsk, I heard this old thing’s Spirit Artifact is still an S-class. Alas, fate is truly unfair.”
Unfair fate? Nian Gengcheng seemed to have found a kindred spirit and became excited. “Oh? Your Excellency An Guinan, you feel the same way!” He looked at An Xingjia with burning eyes. “Why not join my Burning Heaven Dao? As long as the Supreme Heavenly Emperor descends! You can have as many S-class Spirit Artifacts as you want!”
An Xingjia had long known that the followers of Burning Heaven Dao were a group of lunatics pursuing so-called fairness, who truly believed that a supreme foolish emperor could bring fairness to the world, and then they started to plunder and kill, committing all sorts of evil deeds, under the guise of it being for a better future. Sometimes, An Xingjia truly couldn’t understand whether these Burning Heaven followers truly believed in the Supreme Heavenly Emperor or were using this excuse to vent their dissatisfaction with the world and satisfy their own evil desires.
“Your Excellency, how about it, do you want to join my Burning Heaven Sacred Religion?”
“Sigh, what an idiot,” An Xingjia said, dark circles under his eyes, lazily digging in his ear with his little finger. “So noisy.”
Seeing An Guinan’s uncooperative attitude, Nian Gengcheng didn’t get angry. He just smiled meaningfully and looked up at the celestial mirror again.
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Xia Feng looked around. Apart from the absence of living beings, the scene within the Spirit Realm was identical to the real world. Blood flowed through the ruins, collapsed houses were everywhere, and the central clock tower towered into the sky. The world was gray and hazy. And at the summit of the clock tower, the Middle-aged man in the long white sacred robe stood quietly. He pushed his monocle and looked down with a gentle, faint voice: “Saint, I hope you are well.”
Xia Feng’s gaze was thoughtful. He knew it. He had sensed that the Black Moon Pope was nearby, but he could never pinpoint his exact location. So, he was hiding in this pocket dimension. He had originally planned to put aside the matter of finding the Black Moon Pope to copy S-class Spirit Artifacts, but he didn’t expect this old guy to come knocking on his door himself. Fine, it saved him trouble.
Exchanging glances with the robed man at the tower’s summit, Xia Feng wasted no words and directly entered the Holy Knight Space, rapidly flashing towards the sky’s tower summit. However, the man at the tower’s summit didn’t seem to intend to confront him directly. He turned into a bright white moonlight and disappeared.
“I am very curious, what exactly is the Saint’s Spirit Artifact?” A magnificent, faint voice echoed through the heavens and earth, with keen interest. “If it is also an S-class Spirit Artifact like mine, then the interesting situation of consciousness arising and usurping the owner would truly be worth looking forward to.”
As the Pope’s voice faded, Xia Feng stood in place, looking around with confusion and curiosity. But there was no abnormality that appeared, nor any sign of a Spirit Artifact turning into a human. In his Mental Sea, the ancient bronze mirror floated quietly, unharmed. Instead, the other Spirit Artifacts, which revolved around the bronze mirror like stars surrounding the heavens, began to vibrate subtly, seemingly uneasy and excited. He currently possessed 16 Spirit Artifacts, including 9 A-class and 7 B-class. At this moment, they were all trembling, as if about to develop consciousness. Although there were no S-class ones, if these 16 Spirit Artifacts were to become living beings, it would undoubtedly be terrifying.
However, as the 16 Spirit Artifacts began to tremble, the bronze mirror in the center flashed with a brilliant light, and the surrounding Spirit Artifacts instantly cowered as if beasts facing a dragon, their trembling ceasing. That’s it? Xia Feng immediately understood that the Heavenly Gift Spirit Realm’s status was not high. At most, it could allow an S-class to develop self-consciousness, but to catalyze an Alpha-class self-consciousness was like an ant trying to shake a tree. It was simply not qualified. If the Heavenly Gift Great Calamity achieved the Heavenly God rank, and then the Heavenly Gift Authority was used on Xia Feng, perhaps it would be possible for his Spirit Artifact, the Divine Mirror Without Stand, to develop self-consciousness.
One word to summarize: Pathetic!
To be honest, Xia Feng had somewhat looked forward to his Spirit Artifact developing self-consciousness. Of course, he was just thinking about it; after all, such a thing was too dangerous. If an Alpha-class consciousness existed, Xia Feng tried to imagine how powerful it would be. For example, it could directly materialize all known Spirit Artifacts in history and then annex them—no, it should be called ‘Remove the false and preserve the true’, turning them to his own use! The world would enter an era without Spirit Artifacts! For Spirit Masters, this would be no different from an apocalypse. Well, speaking of which, from another perspective, if no one had Spirit Artifacts, wasn’t that also a form of fairness? The followers of Burning Heaven Dao might very well agree with this approach and willingly offer up their Spirit Artifacts. Xia Feng’s thoughts raced. Of course, these were all just his imaginings.
