Chapter 1122
Potter, you use my magic against me?
Bell sounds, wooden fish sounds, chanting sounds.
Choral singing sounds, eulogy sounds, prayer sounds.
The pleas, confusion, and reliance of people from the myriad worlds on “God” poured into Eivass’s heart. Even without a common language, Eivass understood what they were doing. It was the cry of sorrow uttered when one’s life encountered unbearable pain, or when one’s path had reached its end.
If everything before one’s eyes was an illusion, if all that had been obtained was meaningless, if what was held would eventually be lost, if what was grasped would eventually slip away… then would the entire world at this moment still have meaning?
If one closed their eyes, they would bid farewell to the entire world forever. If even loved ones and friends died, one would be forgotten by the world, and all that was created would turn into nothingness. The wheel of the world might even turn backward into reincarnation… For an individual, what difference would their complete disappearance make compared to the destruction of the collective, the nation, the race, or even the entire world?
In that instant, countless fragmented memories flashed back before Eivass:
The cry of a baby drowned out all chanting with its clear loudness, immediately followed by the whistling sound of bullets through the air, and explosion sounds that engulfed everything.
War and destruction. Plague and death.
New life. Adulthood. Weddings. Funerals.
These were all specious “realities” and “histories.” Eivass understood their essence in an instant—these were recurring dramas from several past reincarnations. Each reincarnation had slight differences, but people were always doing similar things.
And when the history of the world reached a certain time and place, it would suddenly be covered by a kind of dim yellow, and everything would freeze and become still. The white-haired girl with winged ears, frozen in amber, slightly opened her eyes and propped herself up. When she woke up, she was no longer frozen by the amber—because that amber had spread throughout the entire world, and she was the only individual with color in this dim yellow world. She finally revealed what she was holding protectively in her arms, like a fetus… It was a golden apple.
She raised the apple and rotated it slightly. Then the entire world began to rewind. A turn of one-three hundred sixtieth of an angle could send back decades of time, turning everything into nothingness and rendering it meaningless. Seasons flowed continuously, but the world was always covered by an amber twilight. Finally, when the more harsh Second Sun hung high in the sky, the golden apple made a crisp “click.” It was as if a knob had been turned to its limit… or like a faint cracking sound from within the golden apple itself.
And standing before the amber was the silhouette of a youth. As the amber, holding the golden apple, slowly closed her eyes again and fell back into slumber… the entire world gradually regained its color. When she fell into a complete slumber, the world finally fully recovered its color, and time began to flow again.
It was a youth who resembled Eivass in appearance. He had soft, shoulder-length black hair, amber pupils, a pure white halo above his head, and four pointed horns facing the cardinal directions, colored red, blue, yellow, and green respectively. The clothes he wore were more like a piece of cloth—just a gray-white shawl. He had a pair of white wings on his back, and below his statue-like, tensed white abdomen was a pure white snake body. He looked incredibly sacred. His face held no smile, but was full of sorrow.
His fingertips were in contact with the golden apple in the amber’s embrace—but it wasn’t touching, rather it was the last instant before withdrawing. As time resumed its flow, his fingertips and the golden apple also separated. A fine, golden lightning chain, as thin as a snake, connected his fingertips to the golden apple and was completely severed as he decisively let go. Immediately after, the amber’s body instinctively curled up, protecting the golden apple between her legs and abdomen, hugging her legs with her arms, curled up like a fetus, and that golden apple, symbolizing the authority of the Samsara Heavenly Envoy, was like the fetus of a fetus.
That was the Heavenly Envoy Fragment of the Samsara Heavenly Envoy. As the amber closed her eyes, everything around her froze, and her dim yellow world became fixed like an insect in amber. The girl, like a specimen, hugged the apple, which was carefully preserved at the end of time.
When one woke up, the other slept. When one slept, the other woke up. The snake and the amber could not even confirm each other’s existence again…
—At this moment, outside.
“…Eivass?”
After the woman finished speaking, Isabel subconsciously turned her head to look at Eivass and called out softly. Who is she—Isabel had intended to ask. But her expression suddenly tightened, realizing Eivass’s state was not right. Eivass frowned slightly, his eyes vacant and distant, his body motionless, as if frozen. As if trapped in some inescapable illusion… yet the depths of his pupils flickered intensely with purple and red light. Even though Eivass showed no expression, Isabel felt a subtle sadness and shock from him.
Isabel’s gaze immediately turned fierce as she looked at the woman. She didn’t know what the woman was saying, nor did she want to understand—but she clearly realized one thing: this scoundrel intended to harm Eivass! So Isabel fearlessly shielded Eivass, blocking the woman’s gaze from him. A Mask of Secrets appeared in her right hand, and she covered her face with it. At the same time, Isabel said sternly, “I don’t care what you’re saying, or what you’ve shown Eivass—”
The moment the mask was placed on her face, Isabel suddenly grew significantly taller, transforming into Eivass’s appearance amidst strange illusory light. Her other hand was behind her, and two fingers held the card that Eivass had been holding between his index and middle fingers but hadn’t managed to release.
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Sherlock also realized something was wrong. But unlike Isabel, he didn’t block Eivass. Instead, he silently gripped his staff and launched a sneak attack in the most efficient and successful way possible! Before falling, Sherlock had already cast the “Fool’s Eulogy Secret.” Blue transparent streamers wrapped around his shoulders. Without incantations, without channeling, without runes, he could cast spells by overdrawing!
—A Fourth Tier spell, Chain Lightning!
Although Sherlock had already reached the Fifth Tier, he hadn’t mastered many Fifth Tier spells yet. This was the highest Tier, fastest casting speed, fastest projectile speed, and most instantly incapacitating spell among all the spells he could use.
Sherlock held nothing back. He didn’t know if the person was the Blood Heavenly Envoy. He could only be certain that the woman clearly harbored hostility towards them. He could clearly sense that the woman only had a Wisdom Path Level of around First Tier… First Tier… that was basically a commoner, not even a proper Extraordinary. This meant she hadn’t even completed her first Ascension Ritual, and could only cast weak spells with the help of props, materials, and incantations. Normally, the power of a First Tier spell was no match for a well-aimed shot.
An enemy of this level should be reduced to ashes by a single Chain Lightning. With Sherlock’s personality, the moment he realized Eivass was being attacked, he could use such a high-level killing spell—this was an impulse he wouldn’t have dared to imagine just six months ago. But Sherlock soon realized… it wasn’t a matter of whether he held back or not, but that he simply couldn’t inflict any damage on the person before him—
A dazzling chain of azure and white lightning crackled and leaped, transforming into a thick chain visible to the naked eye… It was less like “Chain Lightning” and more like a beam cannon. Although the speed of lightning is far below the speed of light, it is still a divine speed that cannot be dodged. Even Fifth Tier, Sixth Tier Extraordinary, or even a descending Heavenly Envoy could never dodge lightning through reaction and speed. Just as an untrained mortal cannot visually track and dodge a bullet. At most, one could only predict the landing spot of the skill through the incantation and staff, and dodge in advance… like how humans, albeit unable to dodge bullets, can predict the trajectory by the direction of the gun.
That’s why Sherlock attacked instantly without a sound, reducing his presence. But even so, his spell was countered! It was a capability similar to the spell counter of the Path of Authority, or like the Bewitchment Dispelling technique of the Path of Balance… The electric light tore through the atmosphere, but before it could approach, it was suddenly repelled by an invisible force, instantly dimmed and dissipated into nothingness. It wasn’t blocked, but rendered ineffective. Chain Lightning was a continuous casting spell, but now the entire spell had been suddenly terminated!
“Mage…?” The green-dressed woman turned back thoughtfully. She looked at Sherlock sarcastically, “You dare use my power against me?”
(End of Chapter)
