Chapter 738: 38. The Final Direction
Fisher lowered his head, panting, as the golden light emitted by the tentacle-like Azanros on his body began to dim, symbolizing the fading of the great deity that had previously left important information in his mind.
When He touched the crevice in the barrier just now, Azanros’s figure became unprecedentedly clear before his eyes, providing guidance to Fisher, the Blessed One.
“He cannot provide direct assistance, or He will be discovered and killed by the essence of the Ocean outside the barrier.”
“But the Ocean cannot directly penetrate the barrier from the outside; the barrier is breached from the inside, and the consciousness of the Ocean entering after the barrier shatters will also be influenced by the nature of the barrier.”
“The barrier can be repaired, but only once.”
“The Ocean has already found a way to strip away that precious nature.”
Fisher kept his head down, memorizing the messages he had painstakingly received from Azanros, but from Azanros’s words, he could analyze even more information.
Renee supported Fisher with moonlight as they flew towards the place where Ramastia and the others were located. The three deities over there were also silent at this moment, evidently pondering the information Fisher had just brought.
“It was breached from the inside. This means that at least ten thousand years ago, before the Trans came here, the Ultimate was already breached from within.”
Anebatos flew in front of Fisher, adjusted his glasses, and sighed as he spoke.
“It turns out that what the Trans said when he left back then was this.”
Fisher was slightly taken aback. He knew that the person they were referring to as the Trans could only be the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast, and he quickly raised his head to ask,
“What did she say?”
“She said that the God of Death has been by our sides since you committed the offenses, and those who know of His existence either die early or escape early. So, when Ramastia and Heya took the Sea of Souls, the consciousness of the Ocean was hidden in the Sea of Souls? But if that’s the case, did He know you were doing this at that time yet didn’t stop it?”
“It’s also possible that He indeed left a backup plan in the Sea of Souls, but by the time He realized it, the Sea of Souls had already been brought into the barrier. But regardless, the Trans must have analyzed this.”
“She knew that the existence that breached the barrier was inside the barrier, but when leaving, she did not tell us, which can only mean she understood that the existence at that time might have been monitoring her and Azanros, and once she spoke, she would die.”
Ramasthia analyzed this, but Renee stroked her chin, looking at Fisher with some concern.
“But now Fisher has said it out loud.”
“Yes.” Ramasthia, with countless expressions, looked at Fisher and said softly, “And this is probably why the Trans left Fisher as a backup after leaving. She was sure that saying this through Fisher would not lead to his death, because he possesses that precious nature, and it is highly likely that this nature will dissipate after the Fisher’s soul, which is wrapping it, dies.”
Fisher lowered his eyes and sneered.
“Azanros just told me that the Ocean has found a way to strip my soul from its nature.”
The gods all fell silent, feeling a mix of surprise and inevitability.
After all, it is the Ocean, seemingly capable of achieving anything.
And Fisher had known all along that the precious nature within him was indeed precious, and his soul was his soul.
Perhaps the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast created this soulless being and wrapped him in that precious nature, thus forming a “safe card” that the Ocean absolutely could not eliminate. This made what the Ocean desired become an “obstacle” in its plans, which was the idea of the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast.
The Ocean was indeed trapped by the plan of the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast. If you think carefully, when that future soul with precious nature appeared before Hela ten thousand years ago, it might have already realized that the plan of the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast had formed a deadlock in the timeline.
Fisher stroked his chin and organized the thoughts of the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast in their entirety.
The end of this world should have been declared by the Ocean from the very beginning. The gods committed offenses by taking the Sea of Souls, starting creation by sealing the world with the barrier, and from that moment on, the Ocean that breached the barrier had already fallen silent.
If the barrier was also effective against it, then the backup it left in the Sea of Souls should not be enough to kill all the gods and bring the Sea of Souls back, so it chose to use a knife to kill.
It breached the barrier from the inside, exerting all its strength to create a gap, attracting the originally hostile deities’ powers of Ramastia and the others. By sending the Trans and completing the manual of perfection into a reality that the gods could not intervene in, it aimed to destroy this world from within.
And the Ocean should have been hiding in the shadows the entire time, watching the tigers fight, only needing to push those Outer Gods a little at the right moment.
Once the barrier shatters, and when the Outer Gods have won and started popping champagne, with its powerful essence, it only needs to reveal itself to massacre and reclaim the Sea of Souls.
However, midway through the plan, the Trans, blessed by Azanros, discovered the hidden Ocean and the truth of destruction. She found the “treasure” that the Ocean sought and bound that treasure to the soul she created, thus Fisher was born. He was sent into reality, pushed to the side of reality, the opposite of the Outer Gods.
This forced the Ocean to step out from behind the scenes. The best outcome would be that the Ocean would start to act against the Outer Gods to prevent Fisher from dying, easing the pressure on this world; at the very least, even if the Ocean did not take action against the Outer Gods, it could ensure that Fisher, this sword of resistance against destruction, would not die.
The Subhuman Girl Enthusiast was adept at analyzing the contradictions in the Apocalypse Prophecy. She divided the seemingly indistinguishable Outer enemies into two factions: one was the other Outer Gods, and the other was the Ocean, turning the stolen properties in the Sea of Souls into allies.
Now, the only remaining Outer Gods that died or were sealed were Dream and the Ocean, and the gods had a way to resolve the pollution of Dream. Fisher also revealed information that the Ocean, too, was affected by the barrier and had lurking forces within the barrier because he possessed a “safe identity” that would not be killed by the Ocean.
This means that now all that is needed is to eliminate the pollution of Dream and destroy all the lurking powers of the Ocean, then repair the barrier to isolate the inside and outside.
The Apocalypse Prophecy would win.
Thinking of this, Fisher’s breath became heavier. Unlike the other gods who couldn’t discern the messages left by Azanros, he now knew enough information to outline a direction forward but also brought many doubts.
First, when the gods took away the Sea of Souls, they did not discover that precious nature, while the Ocean was aware of it. If the Ocean had first taken away and preserved this precious nature, then delivered the Apocalypse Prophecy, the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast would have had no cards to play and could not possibly defeat the Ocean.
Hmm.
Unless that nature must be wrapped within the Sea of Souls, or rather, must be wrapped within the soul.
But this still doesn’t explain everything.
The Ocean is the master of souls. It only needs to create a brand new soul, like the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast, to take away the property. It could even cultivate an existence that stands on the side of the Outer Gods, so why not?
Or perhaps, the backup it left within the barrier did not have such capability and could not create a soul to take it away. But in that case, simply finding a pure soul from the Sea of Souls to wrap the nature and take it away would suffice. Why must it be a brand new soul?
Moreover, what on earth does the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast possess that she could create a brand new soul out of thin air before the Ocean, the master of souls?
How did she do it?
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated Fisher became, as if he was trying to understand an extremely complex machine or solve an incredibly difficult math problem.
He did not know the operational principles of this machine, yet it could function; he could not discern the method to that math problem, yet could directly write down the answer.
He was certain that reaching this point only required clearing the residual powers of Dream and the Ocean, then repairing the barrier to achieve victory, yet was puzzled by the plan of the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast and the Ocean’s actions.
“Ah.”
Fisher sighed, ultimately deciding to focus on practical work. No matter what, let’s move first and talk later.
Fisher raised his gaze and recounted all the information he had analyzed to Ramastia and the others.
Ramasthia and Anebatos exchanged glances as they contemplated. Ramasthia smiled helplessly and said,
“Thinking about it this way, the matter of Dream might be easier than we thought?”
“Yes, yes, the backup left by the Ocean. If what you say is true, it has been lurking in the world within the barrier for nearly twenty thousand years, almost since this world was born, making it extremely difficult to find and eliminate it.”
For some reason, at this moment, Fisher suddenly thought of the four whirlpools he had seen above the Sea of Souls, and he couldn’t help but ask,
“Those four conspicuous whirlpools above the Sea of Souls, haven’t you all noticed them for so long?”
The deities looked at each other, and Anebatos explained to Fisher,
“It’s not that we didn’t notice; it’s just that there were more than just these few whirlpools in the past, so we couldn’t think in this direction.”
Ramasthia also reminded, “Don’t forget, Fisher, how the three offspring of mine, those mythical beings, and those chaos races were born?”
Fisher was slightly taken aback and suddenly remembered how it was.
Indeed, the souls of those three demigods were not created by the gods but were taken from the strongest strands in the Sea of Souls. The chaos races didn’t need to be mentioned; even those relatively weaker mythical beings were souls personally selected from the Sea of Souls by the two demigods!
“So at that time, the Sea of Souls was filled with such whirlpools, pockmarked. And as time passed, souls reincarnated and were subjected to long purification, those whirlpools were filled in one by one until they became what you see now.”
It was because the mythical beings were created in this manner that Hela’s incarnation as the Ocean could blend into the Holy Realm unnoticed!
“And now, aside from the whirlpool formed after you left, there are four whirlpools that cannot heal in the Sea of Souls.”
Renee frowned and said to Fisher,
“In other words, the so-called backup left by the Ocean consists of four.”
“And they may contain its special powers as the ‘four incarnations.'”
Anebatos adjusted his glasses and said wisely,
“Even though the barrier can be breached from within, we have maintained the Ultimate’s non-expansion for so long, so we know its strength. To break this barrier by brute force would require a True God to risk their life. Alternatively, the incarnations must possess the power of a certain authority from the Ocean itself, capable of skillfully or inherently shattering the barrier.”
Fisher nodded, suddenly reminded of the little squirrel-like form of Anebatos and asking,
“Wait a minute, Anebatos.”
“What is it?”
“Aren’t you the god of fate? If I remember correctly, the fate loom of the World Tree was given to her by you, so your essence should possess that authority to traverse time. Even if you can’t travel through time like me, you should be able to observe events happening within it.”
He still remembered when Margaret used the fate loom to trace back time to find trouble with those Snake People; Fisher had been there to experience that mysterious feeling.
If Anebatos’s creations could do this, then His essence should not be incapable of it.
Anebatos nodded approvingly towards Fisher, saying, “Indeed, however, since the Ultimate shattered, I have begun doing so, but the Ocean left no clues whatsoever. Once the chaotic force appeared, my observations would fail. Even if it were present at the time, you would see nothing at all. The Ultimate shattered, the Ideal Nation, the death of the World Tree, the soul disaster of the Dragon Court—all these major events I’ve tried but found no flaws.”
“Is that so?”
One path had been blocked. Fisher pondered, but Anebatos appeared quite optimistic.
“However, this way can still help determine some things, such as whether those four whirlpools are indeed the four backups left by the Ocean. By observing when they appeared, if they belong to the Ocean’s incarnations, we can pinpoint them, or if they are unobservable, that would also serve as a counter-evidence.”
“Yes, right.” Fisher nodded, and after a moment of silence, he continued, “I also want to see what happened when the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast took away the nature within me.”
“Oh? No problem. The nature in your body is contrary to other authority natures, not only harboring no repulsion but making my observations clearer. Therefore, every time I use my authority to observe your situation, it becomes particularly detailed—if not overly so—almost as if it were happening on my face.”
Anebatos stroked his chin and said with some irritation.
Fisher’s face darkened at those words; who knows when he was referring to.
“But, Fisher.”
At that moment, after a brief silence, Ramastia spoke, drawing Fisher’s attention back to Him.
“Although revealing this information to us will not cause any problems, He has not yet separated your soul from the nature within your body. But He will certainly be aware of our next move, clearing the pollution of Dream and the backups He left; He will surely not sit idly by and could even make every step we take extremely difficult, possibly even temporarily allying with Dream to derail our original plan.
“Especially you, Fisher. If He can separate the authority within you, then does that mean He can wield the authority of your nature? At that time, you could use that authority to communicate with the secrets of Azanros to hide the entire crevice, so could He also use this authority to hide or destroy the barrier?”
This warning implied that once the authority and his soul were separated, it would essentially equal victory for the Ocean.
Fisher pondered for a moment and realized that this was indeed the case.
Truly ignorant.
The Ocean’s every tactic and calculation seemed buried in a fog, while he, having spent so long with her, could hardly discern any traces.
However, since she was after the nature in his body, it was best to avoid reaching that point.
“I understand; I will be careful about this.”
“Alright, then I and Ouyun will prepare to deal with the matter of Dream. Anebatos will take you and the moon to the Sea of Souls to find the information you seek. Once everything is ready, you can tell us the specific steps to repair the barrier.”
Ramasthia lifted His body to look at the enormous deity Ouyun beside him, who also seemed to understand and slowly walked towards the direction of the Ultimate.
Anebatos smiled at Ouyun, saying, “Hey, thanks to your task, I can swap shifts with Ouyun ahead of time. You all must check out His incarnation; it will be interesting.”
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
Ahead, the Ultimate shone with golden light. The little squirrel-like Anebatos grinned and instantly disappeared, replaced by a string of ethereal existence emitting clear bell sounds from the golden light ahead.
Fisher looked up but only saw a radiance that seemed to have no source.
In the nebulous darkness of the Spirit Realm, no matter how he looked, it felt as if light was shining on him, yet he could not discern where that light came from, nor could he see the body of Anebatos.
Renee chuckled lightly beside him, gently holding Fisher’s hand and saying,
“Don’t look anymore. His essence is that light. Right now, we can only see part of His essence. Only by looking at Him from various points in time simultaneously can we see His true form. So, it’s fortunate that He is one of the few deities who doesn’t need an incarnation to be gazed upon directly.”
“Hey, that’s true. In the homeland of the Trans, I often disguised myself as the aurora to trick the humans there.”
Anebatos’s voice echoed distantly, and the light shifted within the Spirit Realm, allowing Fisher to sense His movement.
“Shall we proceed now?”
