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Chapter 1027 - 544: How did this human’s power originate just over a decade ago?_2

Chapter 1027: Chapter 544: How did this human’s power originate just over a decade ago?_2

"Visualize!"

Deep within his mind, a golden figure sits in meditation, surrounded by blossoming lotus flowers.

This is the Divine Soul.

Atop the Divine Soul, an ancient, sturdy book with clear patterns appears, its pages slowly turning, each seeming to contain a vast, profound world.

As the pages turn, threads of impurity continuously emerging from the depths of memory are transferred onto the pages of the Book of Myriads.

That particular page is visibly becoming polluted, as if soaked in ink.

However, it’s not a big issue, as this is just one page of the red skill, the Book of Myriads. Even if this one page is completely contaminated, he can tear it out and discard it without affecting himself.

He can resist the pollution originating from memory.

"The first phase of the trial plan is a success."

Fang You returns to the Angel Envoy dormitory, harnessing the power of the special building now elevated to Level 10, to suppress the madness in his mind and purify the deep-rooted impurity within his body.

Instantly, he feels much more relaxed, now having more energy to replay the details of the entire instance.

The ’Twilight of the Gods’ instance lasts for a very short time, just three days.

As such, the deeds he left behind are few, aside from clashing with the Twisted Black River once, and saving six divine beings.

He reflects in detail, but aside from the Moon Lord, he cannot identify the other gods.

During the divine battles, however, there are some figures he finds familiar.

"Have the other few deities fallen?"

"If the ones I saved were gods of faith, under the drastic changes in the Ghastly Realm, their fall is inevitable; if they were Ancient Gods... the chances of subsequent downfall aren’t low either."

After all, most of the Ancient Gods have also fallen.

Only a handful have managed to be reborn and return.

"But is it because I saved the Moon Lord that this ancient being was able to survive to this era, or is it because the Moon Lord is alive and has created a great reputation, that I would meet him in that era and save him following my instincts."

"Is it the cause that precedes or the effect that follows?"

He vaguely grasps the key to the path of fate.

The third source of power he majors in, the Authority of Fate, gradually emerges.

Fang You gazes at this most unpredictable authority, recalling all the instances he has experienced, and epiphanies gradually emerge in his mind.

As if countless grains of sand rise, sticking together.

The gem fragments manifested by the Authority of Fate are growing piece by piece, seized by him.

...

Whooosh—

In the Northern Guai Realm, in a place beyond naming, an endless gray-black river flows tumultuously, stretching through time and space.

From this great river, countless tributaries branch out, covering the various domains of the Guai Realm like capillaries, marking every Empire and tribe they flow through.

At the end of the river stands the most mysterious and sacred place of the Dark River faction, where countless servants and attendants come to offer up their most devout faith.

But only those of the servant level are qualified to enter the innermost hall and kiss the waters of the great Dark River.

Whooosh—

The rhythm of the river water suddenly intensifies.

A figure of utmost dignity within the hall, a Follower of the Dark River, suddenly opens his eyes, excitedly and reverently kneeling on the ground, bowing towards the Dark River nearby.

After a while, this Follower of the Dark River, the ’Lord of the Nether River,’ slowly stands up, turning to face the crowd with a face full of fervor and authority.

"The Lord has issued a divine decree, commanding us to slay a target."

"Please instruct us, honored Angel Envoy!"

Every Follower and attendant showcases their fanaticism.

In history, the number of times the Lord has issued divine edicts is extremely rare; they are all eager for this opportunity to slay enemies and gain the Lord’s favor.

Is it a powerful being who worships other Evil Gods, or perhaps a valuable ancient being, or maybe...

"This is the target."

The Lord of the Nether River conjures a scene, amidst thunderous divine lightning, enveloping a figure in white robes.

"A supreme human strong enough to be the Fire Instructor."

"Has humanity produced another valuable strong being?"

"This opportunity is mine to take; I have fought with the Wu Tianzhu before and have rich experience in dealing with human strong beings."

"Are you referring to the experience of being killed by Wu Tianzhu?"

"This human strong being is likely no less formidable than Wu Tianzhu or that human Emperor; only I stand a chance to succeed."

"Hmph, I’ve long coveted the strength of humanity’s Fire. I shall take this one!"

The hall erupts in chaos, as giant, terrifyingly shaped attendants can only shrink into the corners of the great hall, trembling like children of a billion tons.

Numerous strong beings compete to fulfill the divine decree, and the Lord of the Nether River is gratified, but he still says,

"You are not equals to the target."

"Even combined, you stand no chance of slaying this person."

"Do not disbelieve, do not underestimate this human, or else the great Lord would not have specifically issued a divine decree."

This is also part of the divine edict.

The angry Followers closed their mouths, and the chaotic dance of demons within the hall also came to an instant halt.

They could disbelieve the Lord of the Nether River, but they absolutely would not harbor the slightest doubt towards divine prophecies. Faith, if not absolute, is sinful.

"But the Lord will lend you the strength to traverse time and space, tracing back to the time when this human was weak, and to slay him."

This strategy is not effective against the native Ancients.

For these Ancients never had a time when they were weak; they were born with formidable power. Time travelers, on the other hand, would be repelled by the forces of time and space, making this endeavor strenuous and inefficient.

But for humans, it’s just perfect!

However, a Follower who enters the River of Time will be a one-time consumable. There is departure, but no return.

The Followers vie fiercely with each other, none backing down, their zeal only intensifying.

But eventually, the Lord of the Nether River set his sights on a candidate.

A Follower shrouded in a blazing white, black radiance.

——Lord of the Myriad Glories.

He was once an Ancient, later converted to the Lord. In terms of strength, he was undoubtedly among the top of the Followers.

Lord of the Myriad Glories showed a look of joy, "My past ignorance blinded me from seeing the world clearly, until I worshipped my Lord and found the meaning of life. This time, I will surely kill the target and glorify my Lord!"

"Go forth, and the Lord will protect you."

The Lord of the Nether River spoke.

The grand hall was filled with divine chants, black winds howling, black mist churning.

Lord of the Myriad Glories leaped alone into the magnificent Dark River, beginning his journey through time.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The River of Time is omnipresent, every droplet of water a node, a world.

Lord of the Myriad Glories, borrowing the strength of the Lord, swam through it like a little fish.

He was searching.

His gaze swept over the historical traces of this human powerhouse.

With the power to freeze time, he killed the Lord of the Nine Seas;

Hefting the Holy Continent, crossing a thousand realms;

With tremendous force, reshaping the Holy Land;

...

Lord of the Myriad Glories had to admit, this human powerhouse was exceedingly strong, and even with a wisp of the Lord’s power, he might not be a match.

In the River of Time, time itself lost meaning.

A millennium, ten thousand years, a million years, all within the splash of a wave.

Lord of the Myriad Glories was patient, constantly seeking the traces left by the figure in white.

When the Neverwinter Empire was founded in the Northern Guai Realm, there was this figure!

Throughout the rise of the Candela Empire, there was this figure!

It appeared that even in the early Era of Mysteries, there was this figure!

...

This human, could he also be ancient?

But soon, very soon, he would trace back to the origin, back to the weakest period of this human.

Cackling laughter resounded—

Lord of the Myriad Glories burst into laughter.

He saw it!

He witnessed the human becoming increasingly weak, he saw the periods when the human was in the Demigod Realm, the Mythic Realm, the Mundane Realm.

In the Demigod Realm, the figure in white once participated in the central trials of the Candela Empire;

In the Mythic Realm, the figure in white once delved into the Filthy Sea, removing the root of calamities;

In the Mundane Realm, the figure in white stood atop Blue Star, with a mundane body fighting against the myths;

...

Lord of the Myriad Glories furrowed his brow, could something be wrong?

Everything is wrong!

He distinctly glimpsed the early Era of Mysteries before, but why did the further he traced back, the closer the timeline drew to the present world?! Could it be a mistake by the great power of the Lord? Such thoughts cannot be entertained; it would be great disrespect.

Lord of the Myriad Glories suppressed his doubts and continued his pursuit.

Eventually, he found the starting point of the Mentor’s power, when the person had not yet Awakened, at the most vulnerable period.

——An unsuccessful writer in the world of Blue Star!

The timeline at this moment is...

Just over a decade ago!

Lord of the Myriad Glories: "???"