Divine Beast Creator
Chapter 827 - 828: Choices

Chapter 827: Chapter 828: Choices

Feng Yuan watched the robed figure alternate between crying and laughing and said with some impatience,

"Have you had enough?! Forget it. Since we can’t get anything out of you, let’s just tear it down."

Turning around, Feng Yuan picked up the Little Green Snake, which was still pondering how to deal with these abnormal spaces. Agunas asked with some confusion,

"Aren’t you considering how to restore them?"

"It’s impossible to restore them. They clearly used the World of Mirrors to contain those spaces. Now that the World of Mirrors has completely collapsed, the only option is to erase all these spaces outright."

Feng Yuan said impatiently. He had wanted to restore the Tower of Oblivion to normal, but since the only person he could ask was unwilling to answer, he might as well just forget about it. Agunas said with some reluctance,

"The Odinis incident also gave us a lot of help; is this really the right thing to do...?"

"There’s no other way out there. You know their uniqueness. Here’s the deal: I’ll give you one day to find those people and ask about the Tower of Oblivion’s situation. If it can be fixed, bring them to do the repairs; if not, erase it directly."

"Why me? Moreover, isn’t it impossible to achieve that with just the Cang Ming Dragon?"

Feng Yuan shrugged helplessly,

"Can’t expect me to go, can you? I don’t have spatial ability, and besides, can’t we just call Lorraine Tower to handle it?"

"And what about the voids left behind in the river of time after these things are completely erased? They are not without relevance to history."

"Substitute. Just cobble something else together and substitute it in."

Feng Yuan said dismissively, the charm of external things being that although they are entangled with the world itself, the ties are not too deep, and similar illusions can be fabricated at any time to replace their existence.

"This... alright..."

Agunas reluctantly agreed to Feng Yuan’s suggestion. It was the most appropriate action they could take under the circumstances. If they left things as they were, nobody knew what could happen once all those spaces burst forth.

"Completely... erased?... Without leaving... any trace?"

The woman suddenly awoke and screamed in horror,

"Don’t!"

But by then, there was no sign of Feng Yuan in front of her. The woman took a few dazed steps and then mumbled frantically to herself,

"No! I can’t let this happen! This can’t be done!"

"Find him! Stop him! I have to stop him!"

"So it wasn’t handled?"

Inside a small villa, Wu Feng asked Feng Yuan, who was eating. Swallowing the food in his mouth, Feng Yuan glanced at the little Flame Sprite next to Wu Feng and said,

"No choice, erasing that thing directly would have too great an impact afterward. If you have any way of contacting them from the outside, feel free to reach out."

"After all, they’ve helped us, and we can’t just destroy their things without a word. Too bad that madman wouldn’t tell me the specifics."

Feng Yuan said somewhat helplessly. If those spaces were just for storing some special things and there was no need to keep them anymore, Feng Yuan could erase them outright. But if they contained their precious personal belongings, he could not. At the very least, he had to inform them, and only if they didn’t want those items anymore could he proceed with the erasure.

"Madman?"

Wu Xiaowu, Wu Feng’s sister, asked with some confusion. Suddenly there was a madman involved. While continuing to eat, Feng Yuan explained,

"Yeah, a madwoman, who doesn’t make any sense. If she truly wanted to die, why insist on someone else doing it?"

As he spoke, Feng Yuan narrated what had happened with dissatisfaction. After listening, Wu Xiaowu thought for a moment and said,

"Could it be some sort of custom? Like, she can’t commit suicide or something?"

"This... Should that be impossible? And wouldn’t this count as suicide?"

Feng Yuan was somewhat speechless; this looked like an attempt to exploit a loophole in the rules. Typically, those who did so were involved with contracts or such things that were rigid and could not adapt. If it were a custom? It seemed impossible to exploit loopholes in something so subjective and heartfelt.

"This... It just feels somewhat similar to me."

Wu Xiaowu was also uncertain. According to Feng Yuan’s account, that person seemed desperate to die, but indeed it was very strange. If one couldn’t do it themselves, couldn’t they create the appearance of an accidental fall? Why must they lure someone else to do it? Something seemed off.

"Alright, child, don’t think so much about it."

Wu Feng said with some dissatisfaction. He didn’t want Wu Xiaowu to be constantly thinking about conspiracies and tricks. He believed he could protect her completely, allowing her to grow up free and happy like other children her age.

"I’m not a child, I’m already twelve years old! Moreover, brother, if it weren’t for me, you’d still be getting played for a fool."

Wu Xiaowu complained somewhat discontentedly while Wu Feng rubbed her head and said,

"When you come of age, then you can claim you are no longer a child. Besides, the matter wasn’t as complicated as you think—it was purely an accident."

"I don’t believe that at all!"

Wu Xiaowu turned away in a huff, unwilling to engage with Wu Feng any longer. Watching the Flame Sprite floating beside Wu Feng, Feng Yuan touched the head of Xiao Ji, who was eating, and said,

"Didn’t expect your Fire Sprite to have evolved too~"

Xiao Ji glanced at Feng Yuan with dissatisfaction, annoyed at being disturbed while eating. Veronia was gracefully savoring the food before her. Wu Feng looked at Veronia with some confusion and asked,

"Why do Divine Beasts keep appearing around you?"

"What?"

Feng Yuan was puzzled. Xiao Ji and Little Green Snake were still growing, and he didn’t believe Wu Feng could tell. As for the Vermilion Bird, it would surely not reveal itself.

"What’s the story with that princess-like Divine Beast?"

Wu Feng asked curiously. Among all the Spirit Beasts he had encountered, it was only Veronia who gave him that most peculiar feeling. Agunas might have been spoiled by Feng Yuan and lacked pretensions, but Veronia was different—an air of unapproachability surrounded her most of the time, like a haughty princess.

"The ruler of the Mirror Realm, the chaotic mixture of spaces outside is integrated and contained within the Tower of Oblivion by borrowing from the World of Mirrors."

Feng Yuan said casually, and Wu Feng, puzzled, responded,

"If that’s the case, why not have it help? The spatial spillovers outside should be related to the World of Mirrors, shouldn’t they?"

"It can’t help. The World of Mirrors itself collapsed following the end of the Mythical Era. Various fragments were preserved separately by different people or powers for various reasons. I think the anomaly here might be due to my reorganization of the World of Mirrors when dealing with the Lake Bai Dao incident."

"Why did you do that?"

Wu Xiaowu asked, puzzled. If Feng Yuan’s actions had caused this series of accidents, she didn’t understand his purpose. Looking at her, Feng Yuan smiled and said,

"Because I had to solve the problem at Lake Bai Dao. Either destroy the World of Mirrors there or reorganize it. Adjusting the World of Mirrors had a special significance beyond just strength for it."

Veronia stole a glance at Feng Yuan and haughtily turned her head away. Wu Xiaowu, still puzzled, asked,

"Then why can’t the same method be used to solve the problem here?"

"Because the space here has already been severed from the World of Mirrors, and it’s normal for the space to spill over without the support of the root."

Feng Yuan shrugged and explained. Veronia could maintain only one World of Mirrors. Unless the Tower of Oblivion’s World of Mirrors was amalgamated into Veronia’s World of Mirrors, there was no way to uphold it, but after all, the internal world of the Tower of Oblivion was externally constructed.

Once fused with Veronia’s World of Mirrors, no one knew what would happen next. And thus, Feng Yuan immediately excluded this option.

"If we lose the Tower of Oblivion..."

Wu Feng said regretfully. Although Featherwood City didn’t strictly depend on the Tower of Oblivion, without the special tourism industry provided by the Tower, the city would be left with only the traditional cultivation industry. Although Featherwood City had been seeking to transform and reduce its dependence on the Tower of Oblivion, that would take time. Now, losing the Tower of Oblivion suddenly could cause the entire economic development of the city to stagnate.