Traveler of the River of Time and Space-Chapter 468 - 59: Divine Format and Return! (Part 3)
"Take this sword with you."
"There is still a remnant of the fire’s power on it."
Although the initial fire has already extinguished, there remains a lingering aura from the flame on this Spiral Sword.
——"Flame Transmission Greatsword[Legendary Artifact]: Originally a ritual sword used to transmit fire, throughout history it has been imbued with special power. The not particularly sharp blade retains the aura of the flame. Attributes: Residual Fire, Unbreakable."
This is a weapon of Legendary Level.
Yet it appears somewhat plain, with even the marks left by the flame burn visible on the blade.
Su Ziyu nodded slightly and reached out to take the Flame Transmission Greatsword, but he did not keep it for himself. Instead, he turned and handed it to Sister Fried beside him.
After all, he still had to leave this world.
This greatsword held special significance, perhaps it was better left with Sister Fried.
This time.
Sister Fried once again chose to refuse, gently shaking her head, indicating for Su Ziyu to keep the Flame Transmission Greatsword, then slowly said:
"Let’s go."
"We should find a safe haven for the remaining people."
"Darkness descends."
"It’s going to be a very difficult time."
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The boundless Galactic Void.
As Su Ziyu’s figure returned to this familiar scene, he couldn’t help but sigh softly.
After leaving the Land of Fire, he and Sister Fried tended to their wounds for a couple of days before setting off with the group toward Airelde’s Painting World.
That was an extremely cold and dark ice and snow realm.
It was indeed originally a sanctuary left by the Divine Race, but signs of decay had already appeared.
When they met up with You’Er Xia, many disgusting fly-men had arisen due to the corruption, and the originally residing crow people and tree elves had also undergone mutations. Although Su Ziyu easily killed these corrupted enemies, the decline of the Painting World was inevitable, and repainting a scenery couldn’t change it.
But at least it was still a safe haven for now.
Su Ziyu’s time to stay here wasn’t long; he could only let Sister Fried and others settle temporarily, waiting for a future opportunity to solve this issue.
"Looks like I need to study knowledge about half-planes next." Su Ziyu murmured.
After the initial fire dimmed, the Painting World was not spared, with most native residents zombifying.
The descendants of the Divine Race here suggested burning everything and repainting, but it was largely ineffective because the Painting World would slowly succumb to corruption and pollution—the root issue was still with the fire.
Unless there was some power that could replace the initial fire.
"The Painting World can hold for a while, and Sister Fried and the others are looking for ways to restore it."
Su Ziyu pondered, muttering: "It’s the same with worlds nearing destruction."
"Chessboard Realm and Dream Forest remain intact."
"But why can’t the Painting World withstand it?"
"Maybe it’s time to go back and see."
"What method did the previous Space-Time Inspector use to create the Dream Forest and Chessboard Realm within the shattered plane where even the World Tree was burned out?"
"It seems I’m still far behind her!"
Even though he had already progressed to become a demigod.
Su Ziyu still felt an immense gap between himself and the previous Space-Time Inspector because he couldn’t solve the corruption of the Painting World, whereas she could create the Chessboard Realm and Dream Forest.
They were both half-planes.
Why could the Dream Forest resist the black mud post-Ragnarök, while the Painting World couldn’t even fend off the loss of humanity?
He must be overlooking something.
Su Ziyu pondered, subconsciously glancing at the worlds he had visited before. Suddenly, he couldn’t help but shudder, his whole body freezing in place.
——"Coordinate 1 (Earth): Civilization Level 3, Energy Level 1, Modern Civilization, Enterable."[Spiritual Energy Revival][Elemental Tide]
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(PS: End of the seventh volume. This year has been such that I don’t even know what to say.
Taking a day off tomorrow to rest.
Sorting out thoughts. Lately, my thoughts have been all over the place, being cooped up at home every day, words easily getting stuck, clearly not as smooth as before.
Buddha needs some adjustment.)
