Ashes Of Deep Sea
Chapter 643 - Chapter 643 Chapter 641 Insight

Chapter 643: Chapter 641: Insight Chapter 643: Chapter 641: Insight In the final connection with the paper ship, Lucrecia struggled to control it as it descended towards the Homeloss, which was flying over the forest.

Homeloss also noticed the shaky little ship, struggling in the sky and on the verge of crashing. With a sudden burst of speed in midair, the enormous ship, though in its Spiritual Body state, moved as lightly as a gust of wind, almost instantly positioning itself below Lucrecia and the others.

The torn paper ship resembled an uncontrollable cloud, and after several dangerous directional adjustments, it finally crashed askew onto the deck of the Homeloss.

Sherry and A-dog tumbled out of the paper ship, rolling several times on the deck before finally stabilizing. Then, a tall figure appeared in front of them–Duncan bent down, reached out, and pulled the dizzy Sherry upright, then did the same for Nina, who had also rolled over.

Sherry seemed a bit dazed, but after shaking her head vigorously, her gaze finally started to focus. She looked around, fully relieved, “TMD, I finally survived… I thought I was definitely dead this time…”

“Uncle Duncan!” Nina cheered joyfully, throwing herself into Duncan’s arms.

Duncan smiled and patted Nina’s hair gently, giving her a light hug before looking up not far away.

Morris stood firmly on the deck, one hand on his cane and the other holding a sophisticated mechanical device like a gyroscope, smiling at them. Lucrecia, meanwhile, floated gently down from a nearby mast–the moment before the paper ship impacted the deck, she had preemptively flown out.

Then she momentarily hung from the mast.

“You all seem to be in good shape,” Duncan smiled and nodded at them, “But really, riding a paper-folding ship towards a burning sky was quite risky.”

Lucrecia, approaching them, showed a hint of embarrassment on her face, “…This spell indeed has room for improvement.”

Nina immediately tugged at Duncan’s arm, pointing upwards at the barrier that seemed to separate two worlds, “Uncle, look up there–”

Duncan nodded slightly, “I’ve already seen it.”

A resplendent barrier, as if constructed from sunlight, covered the sky between the two worlds, hanging low like an “outer shell”, enveloping the sandy landscape below.

Homeloss was gradually increasing its altitude; it had now reached the upper limits of the forest. At this moment, the lustrous sunlight barrier nearly grazed the highest mast of Homeloss, with faint ripples emanating outward, appearing gentle and harmless.

“Fenna might be trapped on the other side,” Morris approached with a serious expression, “This barrier is powered by the ‘Creeping Sunwheel’, its builder was targeting the ‘sun’ Fenna spoke of; we hit this barrier just earlier…”

Duncan nodded, “I know–the barrier is trying to keep me out.”

“What do we do now?” Nina asked curiously, looking upwards, “Can we just smash through it?”

Duncan glanced at her somewhat helplessly, “You’ve been led astray by Sherry–girls shouldn’t always think of brute-force methods.”

As he spoke, he looked up at the grand “Sunlight Curtain” floating above Homeloss.

The next second, a faint creaking noise emanated from deep within Homeloss; following that, the Ghost Ship, ablaze with fierce Spiritual Fire, suddenly elevated further, then charged directly into the surging sea of light.

Gravity inversion occurred–in the instant the inversion took place, Homeloss rolled violently within the barrier, navigating the shifting direction of gravity after crossing the threshold between the two worlds.

When Sherry, dizzy and disoriented, climbed up from the deck once again, she discovered that Homeloss was now sailing on the surface of the hot, undulating light barrier. Below the barrier was the vaguely visible desert landscape, while the familiar forest and the almost completely wrecked Silantis hung upside down above her head.

The “Sunlight Curtain,” separating the two worlds, reacted almost immediately, just like when the paper ship neared it earlier–blazing sunlight instantaneously transformed into surging flames that began to undulate towards the unwelcome visitor navigating on the surface of the barrier–flames like mountains, rushing forth, roaring and boiling!

However, every streak of light that neared Homeloss instantly took on a deep green hue, transforming into subdued Spiritual Fire, swirling around Homeloss.

The next second, these eerie green flames began to spread across the barrier, spreading like a growing contamination, expanding in area and speed increasingly.

This seemingly magnificent barrier was visibly corroding and melting at a rapid pace!

Nina’s eyes widened as she watched the golden curtain outside the ship’s bulwarks instantly turn into an expanse of spreading green fire, unable to help but exclaim softly, “Wow–”

Duncan did not speak; he continued to silently watch this “dividing line” between the two worlds, a thoughtful expression gradually forming on his face.

He was still recalling the phenomenon he observed at the moment of the gravity inversion.

The direction of gravity changed instantly–there was no “equilibrium point” of zero gravity between the two worlds; he didn’t feel the gravity gradually weakening and shifting a “gradual process” as he neared this dividing line.

This further showed that the “collision” between the two worlds was not a simple physical process, and was not merely two celestial bodies coming into physical contact–though they were now so close together, the gravity of each of their lands still distinctly operated independently, as if…

they were incompatible.

While revealing this “incompatibility,” both the forest and the desert worlds simultaneously experienced the strange phenomenon of “Corrosion,” where everything underwent grotesque mutations, and indescribable entities bred from the shadows. Silantis even began to crumble and combust before the inverted desert approached, which felt like…

a contamination of the spiritual realm on a world scale.

The two worlds, completely unable to interpret, establish, or be compatible with each other, were distorting simultaneously as they drew closer.

Duncan raised his head and looked up at Silantis, hanging inverted in the sky and collapsing completely in flames; the World Tree had become unrecognizable, and, in its collapse, the homeland of the Elves was gradually taking on a state completely eroded by darkness, dissolving and breaking down amidst the chaos.

The unique racial Trait of the Elves constructed this peculiar dimension known as “The Dream of the Nameless,” where Silantis was trapped in an eternal nightmare, and this scene before him was the deepest part of that nightmare.

The era just before the Deep Sea was about to begin, and The Annihilation of All Things was occurring.

The essence of The Annihilation of All Things… was the collision of two worlds.

Duncan suddenly furrowed his brow.

Two worlds? Were there really only two worlds?

He suddenly remembered that “warrior” transformed into living metal, the world of swords and Magic collapsing at twilight, his homeland’s “moon,” and the endless fog outside his apartment, along with the contradictory historical records still preserved in various City-States, the countless bizarre legends recorded in the scrolls of the Dark Age, those ancient civilizations that couldn’t be verified, those inexplicable, historical artifacts not belonging to any known civilization, and the…strong contamination they carried.

Some historical artifacts, by their mere existence, seemed “toxic” to the world; merely being placed there, they would distort and contaminate everything around them.

And then there were some things that weren’t even allowed to exist in reality, with no possible containment or neutralization methods–their immediate destruction was the only safe measure, and they were fearfully referred to as… “Profane Prototypes.”

Duncan quietly stood on the deck of Homeloss, between two worlds that were destroying each other; at the brink of this apocalypse that annihilated all things, he finally grasped the true nature of The Annihilation of All Things.

Lucresia suddenly felt something.

It was as if an invisible wind was stirring on the deck, a suffocating, heavy pressure forming by her side.

In a panic, she looked in the direction where the oppressive force was emanating.

A bright starlight quietly stood not far from her, outlining a faint human figure–it seemed to stand right before her, yet also seemed to be infinitely distant at the same time. It wasn’t very tall, yet it gave off a weird impression of being enormously vast, forever impossible to fully perceive its boundaries.

Lucresia remembered–she had seen this fragment of starlight once before when she had just recently reunited with her father during a perilous moment, in a fleeting glimpse she had seen some of the “truth” behind her father’s form.

But this time it was different.

All optical laws and visual perceptions seemed to fail in front of that starlight. Lucresia was shocked to find her own sight distorting within the starlight, brewing some kind of “logic” she couldn’t understand; she tried to look away but found it utterly impossible–

her gaze seemed to have become part of that starlight.

However, the next second, just as she thought her sanity was about to be completely swallowed and assimilated by that gigantic starlight, all of the starlight receded.

A broad palm covered her eyes.

Lucresia paused for a moment before realizing–it was her father’s hand.

She numbly grasped the hand, carefully pushed it aside, and looked toward where the bright starlight had been.

The starlight had once again collapsed into Duncan’s form.

“Don’t be afraid,” she heard her father say gently, “I’m still here.”

“What just happened?” Lucresia blinked, only calming down after hearing Duncan’s voice, yet the “scorch mark” left by the bright starlight seemed to still be deeply imprinted in her mind, “Just now you…”

“It’s nothing,” Duncan said softly, “I just suddenly understood something.”