At this moment, Alberto was walking with Anastasia deep within the Sea of Consciousness.
After introducing themselves, Anastasia sighed slightly, feeling a bit emotional, and said, “I thought it would be that Governor Cape who would arrive in this space first.”
Alberto nodded. After all, most of the surviving members of the Tower had gone to Cape, so it was not surprising that this Tower Master thought Cape’s people would reach this place first.
“To be honest, I didn’t expect it to be you An Zhu people arriving first, and you came personally.”
Upon hearing this, Alberto felt a bit awkward, after all, he hadn’t intended to come to this place himself.
“An Zhu’s King, do you know where this place is?”
Anastasia turned back and looked at Alberto, who was glancing around.
“Divine Kingdom?”
As Alberto answered, he looked around.
The sky was covered with heavy, leaden gray clouds, and the ground was scorched earth and metal. Battle flags and tombstones reflected each other, and occasionally, Alberto could faintly hear the sound of war drums in his ears, which perfectly matched his stereotypical impression of the War God’s Divine Kingdom.
The image of the War God’s Divine Kingdom varies; there are arena types, battlefield types, and palace types. Without a doubt, this was one of the worst kinds. The entire Divine Kingdom resembled a doomsday scene.
“That’s not incorrect.”
Anastasia continued, “You are currently in a spiritual state, located at the deepest part of the Sea of Consciousness, and this is also what the War God refers to as the Divine Kingdom.”
As she spoke, Anastasia also reminisced, “When we first arrived here, it wasn’t so bad; at least the War God’s state was normal, and the entire Divine Kingdom more resembled an arena built within a palace. However, with the erosion, the Divine Kingdom has gradually been twisted into this appearance.”
Alberto nodded. Although he was a bit surprised to hear that this was indeed the Divine Kingdom, he had somewhat anticipated it. At the same time, Alberto then asked, “Can I still return?”
Anastasia sized up Alberto and asked, “Did you undergo that operation from the Old Empire?”
Alberto nodded.
“Then it’s not surprising. A strong desire temporarily connected you with the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, and the consciousnesses at the depths responded to you, thereby dragging you into this place.”
“If you had only peeked into the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, you might still have had a chance. But you know? You are continuously connected to the Sea of Consciousness in reality, and you even accepted its help. You have already established a deep connection with it; at that time, your soul had already fallen into the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, and you can no longer return.”
I see.
Alberto sighed deeply. If given a choice again, he would still choose to protect his soldiers, as it was perhaps the only way at that time. However, upon hearing this truth, Alberto’s mood was still slightly affected.
Nevertheless, Alberto had realized from the beginning, looking at the Divine Kingdom that resembled an ancient battlefield, and asked, “So is everything resolved now?”
“Resolved?”
Suddenly, vines rose up from beneath Alberto and Anastasia, lifting them high into the air.
“It is merely a blockage against one attempt of erosion trying to affect the reality; it’s hardly a resolution to the problem.”
Standing atop the high vines, Alberto blankly looked at the infinite black tide in the distance and then glanced at the figure of the War God, who was now fully visible, surrounded by many other members of the Tower who were cleaning the black erosion from the War God.
It turned out that he had just been next to the War God, but because the War God’s body was overwhelmingly massive, Alberto subconsciously ignored it.
Although the members of the Tower were already working hard, the erosion seemed to have seeped deeply into the bones. Under the War God’s six arms, the eerie white bones had black sludge that pulsated as if alive. Alberto exerted all his strength, but it seemed to change nothing.
Seeing Alberto’s expression, Anastasia comforted him, “An Zhu’s King, there’s no need to be too despairing; your resistance is not meaningless. At least you’ve successfully blocked one attempt of erosion into reality. If the erosion were to succeed in affecting reality, the consequences would be unimaginable.”
Alberto smiled bitterly and said, “But there’s only one of me as An Zhu; who will stand up again next time?”
“There will be someone.”
Anastasia’s tone didn’t sound like consolation but rather carried an exceptionally firm belief.
“Someone will stand up.”
Anastasia emphasized once more.
At this moment, Alberto seemed to remember something and asked, “By the way, you said that I connected to the Sea of Consciousness and accepted its help, and at that time I felt like I saw… I saw the ancestors of An Zhu. Was that my illusion?”
Upon hearing this topic, Anastasia asked:
“An Zhu’s King, do you know the essence of the Sea of Consciousness?”
Anastasia did not continue looking at the War God but turned to gaze at the vast Divine Kingdom, saying, “The essence of the Sea of Consciousness is the collective consciousness of humanity from ancient times to the present. There are even the consciousnesses from the Golden Age here. Throughout history, some talents encountered the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, and after peeking a little, they became geniuses ahead of their time.”
“Moreover, it is not only about the past; the Sea of Consciousness encompasses the present as well as the consciousness of humanity in the future. Part of the Tower’s predictions for the future comes from peeking into the Sea of Consciousness.”
Seeing Alberto about to speak, Anastasia then said, “But there are far too many futures. Not to mention distinguishing which is the most likely future, even looking through all the futures is nearly impossible. Hence, calculation must be paired with peeking, and the resulting future is not necessarily a predetermined one.”
“In order to observe changes in the future or the impact of human consciousness on the future, we occasionally reveal some future information to the people of the earthly realm.”
At this point, Anastasia seemed to recall something and smiled, continuing, “Some futures are exactly what greedy humans saw and, in an effort to avoid that future, inadvertently achieved it.”
Perhaps realizing she had strayed off-topic, Anastasia continued:
“And what you saw of the ancestors should be real. Their physical forms have long perished, and their consciousness has returned to the depths of the Sea of Consciousness. When you connected with the Sea of Consciousness at that moment, they heard your strong desire, which is why they appeared in your consciousness.”
It seemed that Anastasia hadn’t chatted with outsiders for a long time, thus appearing particularly talkative. However, just as Alberto was about to ask if there were any methods to return to the physical body or communicate with the real world, the Tower personnel who were cleaning the War God’s pollution suddenly shouted, “My Lord, it’s not good! The sixteenth wave of impact is coming!”
“The sixteenth wave of impact?”
Alberto looked at Anastasia, whose expression was serious, but before Anastasia could respond, Alberto saw what the so-called sixteenth wave of impact referred to.
The pitch-black sludge formed humanoid shapes, pouring towards the War God like a tidal wave.
The powerful negative emotions made Alberto feel as if his soul was being melted just from a glance, yet it seemed that he had adapted somewhat to this state, even feeling no discomfort.
These black sludges, like tidal waves, surged towards the War God with a destructive stance, while the sludge on the War God, still not cleaned away, appeared to be summoned by something, beginning to writhe crazily.
The Tower personnel were also trying to drive away the black sludge in their own ways, but compared to the massive, continuously emerging sludge, their efforts seemed a bit futile.
Yet the Tower personnel still plunged into the tide resolutely.
“You all blocked these insect-like things fifteen times already?”
Watching the horrifying scene before him, a firearm he loved appeared suddenly in Alberto’s hand, which he gripped tightly.
“No, last time we did not stop them, which is why this pollution affected reality. I apologize.”
Anastasia showed an apologetic expression, but at this moment, Alberto found it hard to imagine how the Tower personnel continued to endure such a desperate scene.
Even for Alberto, just looking at this sight made him feel his scalp tingling, and these Tower personnel had fought against such “tidal waves” fifteen times?
“So, if we let these guys continue to erode the War God, it will again affect reality?”
Anastasia nodded.
“I understand. Then count me in.”
