Chapter 1239. What’s the price, Plotinus?

"...A mission to stop Yuan Tiansi?"

Aiwass suddenly understood.

Being able to stop Yuan Tiansi from coming - this level of power cannot be without a price.

Even those who had reached the sixth level of energy were prepared for death... otherwise, there wouldn't be so few of them. The Benevolent Lords willing to participate in the battle against the Abyssal Heavenly Masters, no matter how greedy, absurd, or tyrannical they were, at least possessed the determination and courage to confront the gods.

And in this case...

A dream-wandering monk of the fifth level stepped forward and claimed that he could help solve this problem.

"yes."

At this point, Plotinus smiled.

It wasn't a wry smile, but it wasn't exactly a happy one either. It was like a cup of tea, light yet full of flavor.

"According to the Akashic Records," Plotinus bluntly revealed top-secret knowledge and intelligence, "The essence of Abyssal Celestial Being is the remains of Samsara Celestial Being. It's quite similar to the essence of Amber Celestial Being... In other words, although he looks like a sea monster, he's actually a spirit.

"Since they are undead, they share the same weakness as all undead—they are afraid of the purification of the power of the sun."

——Akasha Records.

That is the knowledge base in the brain shared by the Dream Monk and those dream-walking apprentices who do not have the "title of professor".

In other words, this is the fragment of knowledge that a wandering monk once picked up from the dream world.

Normally, the Dream Monk does not like to share his knowledge with others.

On the one hand, it is because their knowledge is hard-earned, and the recording and preservation of this precious lost knowledge requires the risk of life to a large extent, so there is no reason to hand it over to others for no reason; on the other hand, it is because they are actually not sure whether this knowledge is correct.

While they can glean fragments of truth, the truthfulness of a statement doesn't guarantee the completeness or accuracy of the truth it depicts. Sometimes, confirming only one aspect of a historical event, or the memory of a single witness, doesn't necessarily guarantee the truth.

Taking the truth out of context makes it easier for them to deny more possibilities...

But the dream-wandering monk himself was fine.

Because they can get the latest updated information at any time, if new fragments of truth are discovered or there are new developments in a certain field, they can also correct their cognition in a timely manner.

But if they told these things to others, and then could not find the other party to inform them in time when they wanted to refute the rumor, then it is very likely that the wrong knowledge "was told to me by the wandering monk" would be regarded as the truth and strictly passed down.

Now that he dares to say it, it means that the authenticity of this history has been completely confirmed.

"I am sealed with Xi Tiansi's blessing and carry with me the fragments of Xi Tiansi's rationality. When the battle comes, I can take away Yuan Tiansi's consciousness and let him fight with the Xi Tiansi in my consciousness."

Plotinus said slowly, "This will reduce the almighty god to the status of a 'beast'—a hollow, soulless shell will go mad, but without combat wisdom, rituals targeting the undead will be more effective. Furthermore, he will be unable to use the most horrific forbidden spells that can instantly obliterate people, stop or reverse time, drive mortals mad and transform them into twisted monsters, or summon the gods from beyond. I've already mentioned this to the benevolent master here, and he's already preparing for a large-scale ceremony."

"Although Xi Tiansi's rationality is only an incomplete fragment and cannot directly defeat Yuan Tiansi's soul, the sun itself has the ability to restrain the undead... Therefore, even with me alone, I can trap him for a long time."

"...and what's the price, Plotinus?"

Aiwass said seriously.

——Although he already knew the answer when he asked this question.

"The price is nothing more than my death... Of course, if I'm lucky, I probably won't die. I'll just be turned into a fool by the battle between the two gods in my mind."

Plotinus smiled and said calmly, "When the time comes, His Holiness, please remember to help me see if you can cure me from my idiocy."

At this moment, old Ibn, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up and asked seriously, "Did Lord Horus force you to do this?"

"No, who can force me? I am the high priest of Amun. Not even the Pharaoh can force me."

Plotinus said frankly: "I volunteered. Because I have a problem..."

He said, pointing to his head.

"What's the problem?"

As Aiwas asked, he walked over, put his hand on Plotinus' head, injected light-attributed magic power into it, and used the most traditional lighting technique to examine and treat him.

But he frowned slightly.

It wasn't that he encountered a difficult or complicated disease - it was that he couldn't find out what the problem was.

"I lost a part of my memory after waking up from a dream. From then on, I suddenly lost the ability to dream."

Plotinus said helplessly, "Perhaps I was affected by the curse, or perhaps I was damaged during the ascension ceremony, or perhaps I came into contact with some forbidden knowledge... Although my soul is normal and my body can't be diagnosed with any problems, I have lost the ability to dream.

"Do you know what this means to a dream-wandering monk?"

"...Even if it's not for the Dream Monk, but just for the extraordinary people, this is bad enough."

Zhu Tang murmured.

Losing the ability to dream means losing the possibility of participating in the Ascension Ceremony. One might even lose the means to restore mana. In this world, dreaming is essentially a conscious immersion into the collective subconscious, unconsciously contacting the shallow dream world. In this process, the mana of the transcendent is restored.

"Indeed," Plotinus said frankly, "My current mana is even replenished externally through rituals, and it can no longer be restored naturally. To conserve my strength, I dare not use a single spell. That's why the two of them are accompanying me... on the one hand, to retrieve my 'Dream Walker's Heart', and on the other hand, to protect me closely and prevent me from using any mana."

"Then...are you willing to accept this fate?"

Old Ibn suddenly spoke up, looking directly at Plotinus and saying something strange: "It's not because of Pharaoh's request, nor is it because of morality or... anything else."

He has been acting a little strange since Aziz's death.

"Of course," Plotinus answered without hesitation, "Every Horusian aspires to become the sun!"

"...In that case," Old Eben slowly stood up, "come with me. I have a gift for you."

“Could it be…”

Even Haina suddenly realized something.

Therefore, old Ibn had nothing to hide.

"What a coincidence... Although I don't know if this is a coincidence of fate or the guidance of the gods..."

The old ritualist said slowly: "This house... is my former home.

"And it's clear... neither Aziz nor the slave workers who subsequently did the renovations found the place where the valuables were hidden.

"I have no descendants, and my family line is on the verge of extinction. Since you truly desire to become the sun, young man... I'll give this thing to you. It may save your life."

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