Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1289 - 134: Hour of Silence (2)
"The plan I made back then was to rely on the Civilization Front to control the Shining Dragon and seal it away!" Seviss grinned, "There’s still a backup plan, could you help me find 51 Manifestation Mages..."
"Can we make up 51 if we all combine?" Agent Will felt deeply troubled. With the fight reaching this state, where could they muster 51 Manifestation Mages? They’d be grateful to have 5 with full energy. At that time, Gaius released his battle axe, turning it into a beam of silver light that returned to the Star Soul armor.
"An emergency Skill has been revamped in the New Civilization Front. Have the Family Head of the Origin Families carry the corresponding Totem to various parts of the Northern Continent. You and I will coordinate to initiate the ritual in Meteor City, pinning the giant dragon topography onto the Northern Continent," Gaius said.
Seviss was overjoyed: "Not bad, kid, you even made an emergency contingency plan?"
"I don’t want to rule a devastated country," Gaius said coldly, "Originally, as the United Totem, I should personally serve as the management core. Now, I have to gamble with the Heart of the Shining Change, hurry!"
"All the Origin Families’ Family Heads who still have strength, come gather!"
Seviss shouted while shooting into the sky, a bullet whistled skyward, exploding into colorful ribbons that drifted toward the city, gathering each Family Head. The first to arrive was a visibly thrilled Jago, followed by a disbelieving Bai Aoli and a dirt-smeared Jin, with Onowell arriving slightly later. They looked at each other with a sense of absurdity, having spent a lifetime fighting overtly and covertly, only to reunite today under the command of the Legendary Saint to save the United.
Seviss nodded in satisfaction: "Stabilize the situation first, we’ll talk later. Will, you take the Gun of Punishment for Marcius. Where’s Hadrian?"
"Honorable Saint, Hadrian is here."
A rainbow streaked from the distant east, "Rainbow Winged Lord" Hadrian Celeste smiled as he flew over, with a point of his fingertip retrieving his family’s Totem, a colorful butterfly that fluttered around the old man. With a clap of his hands, he summoned six rainbow bridges connecting to the hometowns of each Family Head.
"Come on up, children," the old man said with a benevolent smile, "If we delay any longer, there won’t be enough time. Let me take you a ways."
No one objected. The grandfather himself was the greatest source of trust. They stepped onto the rainbow heading to various parts of the United, while Hadrian himself did not leave, only letting the butterfly leisurely fly toward Linghong State.
Seviss glanced at him, thinking how the Hadrian family had always been like this since a thousand years ago, unable to move when encountering something interesting. She felt a slight relief, the current Family Head was at least more reliable than those from a millennium ago, not babbling about noble honor, traditions, and pretentious pride at critical moments.
After all, a thousand years had passed, society should have changed.
Gaius and the Star Soul Dragon were ready. She held the Heart of the Shining Change to her chest, preparing to perform the environmental stabilization Skill. At this moment, a gentle breeze brushed past her ear, causing Seviss to nearly choke: "Damn! Please, can you read the mood and not mess around right now? It’s a matter of life and death this time!"
It was Xu Ying, who, like a little girl, leaned forward with hands behind her back, mischievously blowing on Seviss.
"It’s not a prank, I’m here to help," Xu Ying said cheerfully, "The observational process this time is quite interesting, so I’ve decided to give you a little help. After all, many old friends have come here!"
Hearing this, Seviss looked down, noticing a faint gleam of vitreous light emanating from the heart of a Superpower User in the disintegrating theater city below. She frowned.
"...King of Greed?"
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Gongsun Ce instinctively sensed he wasn’t lying on a sickbed, nor was he within his mind’s temple. This place was too cold and eerie, like the underworld mixed with nine layers of abyss, rolled through the cosmic vacuum. More importantly, he felt he hadn’t been unconscious for long, a few seconds ago—at most half a minute—he was still delivering the final blow to Situ Yi.
In an instant, he was a bit anxious, wondering if he was still in a drama. He opened his eyes, seeing a world veiled in a hazy mist, where a pale man in grey robes and a high crown sat within, immensely tall, yet his head was rather small, with long hair covering his face, exposing only one eye. Gongsun Ce was startled at the outline, then relaxed his guard. He constrained his thoughts, silently meditating in his heart.
I am a droplet. Drip, drop.
"You are not a droplet, you are a flame. A fiercely burning, grey flame!" the grey-robed man said in a sharp and piercing voice, "Relax, good child. Your Spirit Light has been deified, you are not easily assimilated by me—but think less, don’t talk, write instead! Don’t frighten me!"
The flame flickered slightly, satisfying the grey-robed man, who sighed in relief, saying: "You have done very well, excellently... you have completely ended that dreadful thought. In the end, he planned to go all in at the road’s end. If that happened, I fear I would not have held up. It wouldn’t take long, perhaps a few days, and he would have consumed me as well. It’s terrifying, terrifying!"
Being scared by his own imagination, the grey-robed man began to sob softly. The grey flame gently swayed, offering comfort, while the ashes formed brief words on the ground.
[You are a King]
"Of course I am a King, I am the Fear King," said the grey-robed man, "But his mind is akin to mine... Do you understand? What you call Creation Realm’s pinnacle—a strange description, to have highs and lows in Creation Realm—is the King’s great enterprise, the ’eternity’ of the mind. If he lived in our era, he would be a King, too. Director King, Drama King... No, no, no, don’t make me say it, it’s too scary, don’t mention him anymore!"
The grey flame trembled, creating new inscriptions.
[Last time, gratitude]
"Yes, of course, I expressed gratitude last time too, it was even scarier then! He almost obtained my body, then he would become a true Eternal. This era is about to end, your small and brief era..." The Fear King shook his head, "I am very sorry. Truly. My body lost control. Things weren’t supposed to become that way... do you want to know something? I’ll tell you some things, before I flee in fear, so hurry, you are now strong, and I want to run away."
The grey flame was still for a while, before writing: [Dragon is, body]
"Dragon is body," the Fear King repeated, "Once dead, there will be no more. Recreating a body is a considerable task even for us, requiring—by our standards—a lengthy time span. The mind can only truly wield power when united with the body, so beware of those creatures who still have bodies. The Order King is still possible to communicate with, whereas the Silent King and King Pingdeng... Ah! I shudder to imagine, it’s time to end this! I want to leave!"
He had only answered one question before hastily seeking to flee. The grey flame quickly posed the most crucial question: [What is a King?]
This question had been buried in his heart, finally having the chance to ask today. So far, he had dealt with several Kings, knowing that Kings are the founders of heart images, retainers from long ago of the Constant Law, the most heinous of evil spellcasters. Yet despite this, he had no definite concept, as he did not understand what the ’eternity’ the Kings spoke of truly meant.
"Don’t think! Don’t!" the Fear King screamed.
I am a flame. Whoosh, whoosh.
The Fear King trembled for a long moment, then said in sorrow: "You will know, you will, but not just from me... the origin of the mind has arrived, she plans to tell you everything..."
He moved aside, revealing a thread of vibrant, red fire in the grey mist, from which a woman’s triumphant laughter emerged.
"Spectacular, intriguing, presenting my blessings and respect to your hard-won victories! Come, come, as promised, the time of stories has begun.
Oh curious beings, gather around the flame, and hear me tell the tales of old. This marks the beginning of eternity, the origin of all phenomena!"
In the fiercely burning flames, the ever-changing light and shadows evolved into recognizable ’scenes.’ These were Xu Ying’s memories, from the time immemorial...
From when everything had not yet begun, this world’s appearance.
