Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 920 - 455: The Female Ghost Spirit Who Wants to Run Away, Apocalypse Task: The Fall of High Sky (4.4k)_2
An elder swathed in black fragments akin to ash tremulously extended a hand forward, bowing his body with the utmost reverence, casting a sidelong glance with the corner of his eyes at the human-like form seated within the sea of light.
"The Origin Disaster of Time, Kronos."
Originally, there were thirty-two Eternal World Trees in the world, and some of the Eternal Divine Trees possessed duplicate authorities. Therefore, even with half of the Eternal World Trees destroyed or some Origins lost, this world could still function properly.
The Origin Disaster is the reflection of the Eternal World Tree.
As long as the Origin remains, the Origin Disaster will not vanish and will only lie dormant at most.
Time in this world continued to flow normally after the destruction of the Moonflow Tree. Thus, its corresponding Origin Disaster must also still exist.
"Hahaha! It was worth the journey, truly worth it!!"
The elder could hardly contain his excitement and wished to laugh aloud.
At last, he had found the location of the reflection of the Origin Disaster of Time in the Abyss.
Now, there was a possibility to awaken it.
There were three Archbishops in total in the Disaster Church, and there was also a Pope whose existence was unknown even to the Bishops, apart from the Archbishops.
The elder was none other than the current Pope of the Disaster Church—Acacia Jerolos.
Each envoy of the Disaster Church, like those Transcendents who chose different paths of Sublimation, chose different Origin Disasters to place their faith in. Their ’Disasterization’ gave them different strengths and allowed them to summon different Origin Disasters.
In the Disaster Church, only each Pope has the privilege to become the Apostle of the Time Disaster Kronos, and their mission is to bring the Time Disaster into the mortal world, returning everything to the initial moment.
"Descend, the Catastrophe of Kronos!"
Acacia placed his hand on his chest and in an instant tore through his clothes and withered flesh, digging out his old, failing heart.
The summoning ritual began.
He had secretly searched the Abyss for far too long. The closer to the bottom of the Abyss one gets, the faster life fades. Within mere decades, the eight hundred years he had left before descending had now dwindled to less than five days.
This was especially true as he kept encountering those terrifying Dragon Emperors patrolling the Abyss—if his luck had been slightly worse, he would never have found this place.
The elder’s fanatical gaze gradually dimmed, as his heart and all his blood gathered towards the colorful sea of light in front of him.
"For this insignificant life of mine to bring the possibility of rebirth to the mundane world, it’s worth it, more than worth it!"
Suddenly, a cold voice rang in the elder’s ears.
"You cannot achieve it. Even if your idea succeeds, the time within the system might truly reverse, but it will never affect that existence outside the system."
"Who’s there?! Stop skulking about and show yourself!"
Acacia glared around him.
The tremendous vitality brought by being a Sixth-order Transcendent allowed him to maintain a modicum of life even under the conditions of a sacrificial summoning ritual.
A huge shadowy figure silently appeared before the elder’s eyes.
It was a black dragon covered in pitch-black scales, with golden vertical pupils filled with dense blood vessels. Its aura of destruction made one shrink back in fear.
"You... you’re The Black Dragon Emperor Bahamut?!"
Acacia’s body began to tremble.
He had not expected that at this final moment of awakening the Time Disaster Kronos, the leader among the Colorful Dragon Emperors, renowned for its power of destruction and formidable strength, would come.
The black dragon’s form gradually vanished.
A breathtakingly beautiful woman with black hair and golden eyes, wearing a flowing black dress, emerged from the illusion, resting a hand on one side of her head.
As Acacia beheld her exquisite face and graceful body, he felt no desire, only a chilling dread filling his heart.
"Black Dragon Emperor, are you here to stop me? Even so, I will not cease!"
The elder’s expression was one of sorrow as the blood from his chest flowed more rapidly towards the silhouette in the sea of light.
To his surprise, the woman who had transformed from The Black Dragon Emperor did not stop him but simply looked on emotionlessly, pressing at her temple.
Acacia then noticed several black lines twisting and writhing on the woman’s brow, her expression bland, but still revealing her discomfort.
"You’re not in your right state; you can’t stop me!" the elder exclaimed with frenzied joy.
The black-haired woman arched an eyebrow slightly.
She lifted a finger and flicked it gently at the elder.
In an instant, one side of the old man’s mouth was reduced to powder by a spreading crack.
"Enough of the noise. Continue with your task. It might be useful even if Kronos awakens."
"How dare you be so insolent!"
Acacia bellowed, his words leaking with the wind.
Even a Dragon Emperor could not face the majesty of an Origin Disaster unflinchingly. He believed that the Dragon Emperor was merely bluffing.
The flow of blood from his chest had also reached its end.
"Descend, Time Disaster, Kronos!" he cried, smiling as he opened his arms toward the sea of light.
The enormous ritual circle, using his essence as a Sixth-order Transcendent as a price, called upon the long-silent Origin Disaster.
At that moment, a gigantic black claw emerged, reaching into the expanse of the colorful sea of light.
