Chapter 666: Heart of Dawn (10,000)
The so-called destiny is calculation and scheming.
The Keeper of Destiny has calculated everything, so he has designed the most perfect world line. Everything in the entire Dusk Continent is developing in the direction that is most beneficial to him. All the so-called accidents in the eyes of others, even in the eyes of the administrator, are inevitable for the Keeper of Destiny.
Even in deep sleep, he still controls everything.
All the creatures on the entire Dusk Continent, whether they are humans, dragons, or the once-extinct Dusk tribe, or even the administrators, gods, and angels in heaven, are just chess pieces in fate that cannot be any smaller.
He is in control of everything.
The feeling of wantonly playing with other people's fate is so comfortable that even in dreams, the destiny maintainer still feels waves of pleasure.
The huge single eye slowly turned and its gaze fell on Ron again. Looking at the fiercely burning flame, excitement flashed in its eyes.
Struggle, resist, despair, wail.
In the wheel of fortune, watching those tiny ants struggling with all their might but unable to escape the shackles of fate no matter what is the greatest entertainment for the keeper of fate. This is not the first time he has seen such a scene, but over the years no one has ever been able to break free from the wheel of fortune.
The moment you enter the world line, your body and your soul are already tightly entangled by the thread of fate.
There seemed to be some movement in the sky.
Is it the goddess who controls life and death?
That is indeed a very cunning loach.
Seal again and again, escape again and again.
Even the Keeper of Destiny couldn't help but feel a headache about such an existence.
But no matter how much of a headache it is, it will all end.
Ron was her last hope. Once this hope was eliminated by herself, there would only be eternal darkness in her life.
The one-eyed man watched Elsa's figure. Despite having this ability, he did not stop Elsa from approaching, and even allowed Elsa to appear in front of Ron.
It was also a form of entertainment to let this cunning goddess watch hope dissipate before her eyes while she was powerless to do anything about it. He was looking forward to seeing what expression he would see on Elsa's face.
At this moment, Elsa had appeared in front of Ron. Seeing Ron with flames wrapped all over his body, Elsa's heart was gripped.
Obviously, Elsa is in a pure soul state now, but her hands are shaking uncontrollably and her face is extremely pale.
She wanted to put out the fire in Ron.
But how could this soul fire be easily extinguished? The cold sea water around it could not drown the flames.
"Ron, stop..."
Elsa shouted loudly.
Her voice was very penetrating, and even in the deep sea, it still created ripples.
She wanted to wake Ron.
If Ron could stop the burning of the soul fire now, although he would definitely be seriously injured and his strength would be greatly reduced, and he might even fall to the realm of demigod that he had worked so hard to achieve would be gone, but at least he could still survive.
But if the soul fire continued to burn like this, and Ron's soul was completely turned into ashes, then he would really have no chance.
But no matter how sharp Elsa's voice was, it could never reach Ron's ears.
No, maybe Elsa's voice had been heard by Ron.
But at this moment, Ron no longer had the ability to think normally.
In Ron's consciousness, the only thing left was one last obsession, which was that he absolutely could not let the person who had saved his life many times die in front of him.
Not only did Elsa's voice fail to interrupt the burning of Ron's soul fire, it even caused greater stimulation to Ron's remaining consciousness.
Buzz.
The flames grew even more violently.
The dark red flames were more than ten feet high.
All of a sudden, it seemed as if a blazing sun appeared out of nowhere in the depths of the ocean.
The one-eye above the stele looked at Elsa with full of teasing. The anxiety, worry, and fear on Elsa's face made the one-eye feel extremely satisfied, and his eyeballs rolled around excitedly.
In some ways, this one-eyed man can almost be regarded as the incarnation of the Keeper of Destiny.
The Destiny Maintainer has many clones like this, all of which are arranged at some extremely special and extremely important nodes to help the Destiny Maintainer deal with some important matters while he is sleeping.
The strength of the One-Eye is naturally not as good as that of the Destiny Maintainer.
However, the thoughts and memories of the one who maintains destiny are completely inherited.
Even this somewhat bad personality is the same.
Elsa's expression of panic due to fear was simply the most beautiful picture in the world in the eyes of One-Eye. He couldn't wait to see what Elsa would do.
Seeing that Ron's soul essence had been decreasing again and again, and Ron showed no intention of waking up from beginning to end, Elsa could no longer bear it.
She suddenly took a step forward, and milky white threads extended from her soul, like pure white, slender snakes, and coiled towards Ron.
The soul fire burned on the white silk thread, making crackling sounds.
This process did not seem to be very pleasant for Elsa, but she just groaned and soon returned to normal. The white silk quickly wrapped around Ron's soul origin.
Do you want to rescue the origin of the soul?
The one-eyed look was full of mockery.
This is a futile effort.
The goddess of life and death, don't you even understand this?
Just when One-Eye was laughing at Elsa's ignorance, he suddenly found that the situation was somewhat different from what he expected. He hated the feeling of being out of control so much that his eyes became fierce.
In the eyes of the one-eyed man, delicate white silk instantly weaved into a net, completely wrapping up Ron's remaining soul essence, but the white silk did not pull Ron's soul essence out of the soul fire.
In stark contrast, soft white light flowed along the delicate white threads and quickly spread towards the origin of the soul.
As the soul fire burned, Ron's soul origin not only did not continue to shrink, but instead gradually became fuller.
Lines of blood bloomed in the single eye.
That look highlighted what it meant to be bloodshot.
There was even some disbelief and shock.
The goddess of life and death is...is transferring the source of life that she controls into Ron's soul bit by bit.
Yes, that's it.
Was she crazy? Didn't she know what would happen if she injected all of her life force into Ron's soul?
She will lose all authority over her life.
Her strength will be cut in half, and it will become easier to kill her.
Why is this happening?
Obviously in her own calculations, Elsa is a very selfish goddess. Once upon a time, she could watch the Twilight Dynasty collapse and the gods fall one after another. For her, only her own life is the most important, and everything else can be discarded.
No, it's impossible...
There is no possibility of deviation in one's own calculations.
What went wrong to cause such an exception?
Fate had taken a turn for the worse, which made One-Eye extremely angry. He absolutely could not allow such an accident.
The one-eyed man's pupils gradually became dangerous, his eyes began to become bloodshot, and his entire eyeball turned scarlet in a short time, looking creepy. He tried to stop Elsa's actions.
If Elsa really transferred all the sources of life to Ron, allowing Ron to take control of the authority over life, then this anomaly might really be able to survive her calculations.
But at this moment, a large piece of colorful light suddenly penetrated through the sea thousands of meters deep above the head and fell down.
The extremely dazzling light, shining on the one-eyed man, was like a sharp sword, even making the one-eyed man feel a sharp pain deep in his pupils.
The original action suddenly slowed down.
But, just this moment is enough to change a lot of things.
A large amount of colorful light gathered on Ron.
In an instant, Ron's soul trembled slightly, and then his entire soul expanded rapidly.
How many colors were there in the light that appeared at that moment? It was impossible to count them. Hundreds, thousands, or even more? After entering Ron's soul, the mysterious rays of light immediately became like meridians, shuttling and wandering in Ron's body, and finally gradually mixed together.
It turned into a color like chaos.
Crazy.
All crazy.
Ron is crazy.
Elsa is crazy.
Even those gods who have long been dead are a bunch of lunatics.
The stars in the sky are the last trace of will of the dead gods.
But now, these gods have actually begun to transfer their will into Ron's body. Don't they know that doing so is equivalent to completely eliminating their own existence from the world?
What was so good about this man that made them go to such lengths and even risk their own lives? Why was this happening?
It is obvious in my calculations that such a picture would not appear at all. What went wrong?
The one eye was filled with confusion.
This scene happened so fast that even One-Eye couldn't stop it.
By the time One-Eye finally broke free from the chaos, Ron had completed his transformation.
The originally red flames that illuminated the entire Black Sea disappeared.
Instead, there was another kind of... gray, eerie flame that seemed to reveal nothingness.
Even Ron's soul was flattened like a ball of chaos.
His eyeballs were shaking violently, and it was difficult for him to describe what that feeling was like. When the one-eyed man saw the gray flames jumping up on Ron's body, he actually felt a strong sense of fear, as if this strange flame could even burn his fate.
No, I can't keep watching this. I must inform me of Ron's abnormality and the changes that have taken place in his body as soon as possible.
I can't sleep any longer.
The trajectory of fate has completely changed.
Some kind of power was activated, and with a creaking sound, an illusory door appeared out of thin air behind the one-eyed man.
The door is opening little by little.
At this moment, with a humming sound, the flames on Ron's soul body surged again.
The fiercely burning flames soared to a height of hundreds of feet, enveloping the entire monument.
At the same time, the strange black fog lingering on the stele was also directly hit by the gray flames.
In an instant, the picture changed drastically.
Originally, even if Ron used all his strength, he could not push back the black fog even a little bit. But when facing these gray flames, it was as if it had met its nemesis, and it melted as quickly as ice and snow in front of magma.
The dense black fog was quickly swallowed up, assimilated, and evaporated.
On the bottom stone slab, the true face of the Goddess of Dawn was finally revealed.
It was a pity that Ron was now unable to even appreciate that pretty face which was no less beautiful than Elsa's. He seemed to have completely turned into a mad beast, urging the gray flames to burn all the black fog on the entire stele, without even a tiny bit left.
The next moment, with a whoosh, the illusory door just opened, and the eyeball, which had no time to retreat, was instantly surrounded by gray fire.
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Ah! A shrill scream suddenly rang out.
It was clearly just an eyeball, but at this moment a scream like that of a ghost was heard from it.
The gray fire contained all kinds of power, burning on the eyeball, and countless dense bubbles instantly appeared on the surface of the eyeball. But this was not the most terrifying thing for the one-eyed man. What really made the one-eyed man shudder was that the gray fire was even burning his soul and burning his will.
The intense pain made the eyeball unable to maintain its own strength, and the illusory door behind it returned to nothingness.
The next second, Ron's figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
In the eyeball's fear-filled gaze, the right hand covered with gray fire slowly reached towards the eyeball.
It was a very difficult to describe feeling. The giant one-eyed creature was originally very huge, but as Ron stretched out his right hand, the size of the one-eyed creature kept getting smaller. When Ron's right hand finally appeared in front of the one-eyed creature, the one-eyed creature had become only the size of an egg.
Immediately, the one-eyed creature was caught in Ron's palm.
Then he applied a little force with a few fingers, and with a snap, the one-eyed man was instantly crushed by Ron.
Some sticky, dark brown stuff seeped out from between Ron's fingers.
But what was strange was that these dark brown semi-fluids did not fall naturally, nor did they merge into the surrounding cold sea water. Instead, they gradually penetrated into Ron's skin and were absorbed by Ron silently.
Huff, huff, huff…
Ron gasped for breath.
Although there is a transfer of Elsa's life source.
There is also the infusion of the will of countless stars over the Black Sea.
Ron's soul was not completely burned.
However, the strong feeling of fatigue still plagued Ron, making him feel extremely sleepy. He even had the urge to fall asleep, but Ron still held on desperately. He gasped violently while slowly descending from the top of the monument.
The surface of the stele has become very smooth and flat.
All the strange scenes that could be seen when I first encountered the Monument to the Soul have disappeared.
Only at the very bottom right, you can still see the Dawn Goddess entangled in chains.
Ron's lips curled up into a slight smile, and he slowly extended his hand.
It was clearly just a stele painting, a flat image carved on a stone tablet, but Ron really grabbed the chain.
The touch of the chains was cold and biting.
It's like black ice that has not been broken for thousands of years.
A few fingers and a little force.
Crack!
The entire chain collapsed in an instant, and the links of the iron chain fell into the mud below the stele.
Ron opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Ostara, but before he could make any sound, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and Ron's soul fell backwards uncontrollably.
Before Ron's soul completely fell into the mud, a pair of slender white arms like lotus roots suddenly stretched out from the stone tablet, hugged Ron's body, and took Ron's soul into his arms.
Behind it, twelve snow-white wings sparkled brightly.
With the wings flapping violently, two figures flew towards the surface of the sea.
Seeing the figures of Ostara and Ron, Elsa's mouth corners slightly curved up.
Her figure seemed to become thinner, like a phantom.
The long hair that was originally half black and half white had turned pure black at some point, and the pair of eyes had completely turned into black gems.
Looking down at her translucent fingers, Elsa couldn't help but mutter to herself:
"I'm really crazy!"
The source of life has been completely transferred to Ron.
From this moment on, Elsa was no longer the goddess of life and death, but the pure goddess of death.
Her strength was cut in half by herself.
If it were based on her previous personality, she would never do such a thing.
But now, feeling the weakness of body and soul, Elsa did not have too many regrets, and there was even a vague and indescribable feeling in her heart.
Maybe it's okay to be a little crazy.
In life, we have to be willful occasionally.
Otherwise, this long time would be too depressing.
Smiling again, Elsa's body slowly floated upwards.
At the same time, the stone tablet that suppressed the soul also flew away.
I don't know how much time has passed, wow...
A figure flew out from the surface of the Black Sea. Countless water drops like pearls slowly fell along the white wings, dripping onto the sea surface and splashing a layer of even smaller water droplets.
Twelve wings, so beautiful.
Every wing and every feather was flickering with a hazy white light, making the owner of the twelve wings look even more beautiful, like a goddess walking out of a painting.
Holding the soul in her arms, Ostara landed on the Soul Ferry.
Not long after, Elsa also returned.
Looking up, the sky above was dark.
The stars that once shone brightly all lost their luster at this moment.
The remaining will of the dead gods disappeared completely... No, maybe it didn't disappear, it just transferred, transferred to Ron's body.
Ostara knelt on the ground, placing Ron's soul flat on her legs, and gently stroked Ron's cheek with a pair of slender white fingers, with an indescribable meaning flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"How long will it take for him to wake up?"
I don't know how much time passed before Ostara's voice slowly spread on the Soul Ferry.
"I don't know. He was injured too badly this time. His soul burned and his essence was depleted. Although I transferred all my life essence into his body, it is still incomparable to his original essence."
"Perhaps, it will take several years to wake up. Perhaps, he will never wake up."
"Even if he wakes up, because his soul is damaged, he may become a vegetable or forget some memories. It's hard to say."
Elsa also sighed and responded to Ostara's question.
She also didn't know whether things were right or wrong, good or bad as they had developed to this stage.
But now that things have come to this, the only thing they can do is to continue on this path.
Ostara's eyelids drooped, and a long time passed. She sighed and placed her hand on Ron's chest. Through her skin, Ostara could feel Ron's strong heartbeat in his chest.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a slight smile.
All he saw was Ostara stretching out a slender green finger and touching Ron's chest.
Then, a soft white light began to flash under Ostara's fingertips. When the light faded, a diamond-shaped mark, like a gem, was imprinted above Ron's heart.
That is...
Heart of Dawn.
After doing all this, Ostara still maintained the posture of letting Ron lie on her legs, but she raised her head, looked at the sky above her head, then flicked her fingers, and a milky white light flew straight into the sky.
During the flight, the white light gradually grew larger and became rounder.
It's like a sun hanging in the sky.
The dazzling sunlight scattered from the sky like sharp swords, breaking through the darkness over the Black Sea.
The originally pitch-black ocean gradually began to show different colors, with a hint of azure faintly visible.
A hazy mist began to float on the surface of the ocean.
Deeper in the fog, the outline of an island can be vaguely seen.
…
While all kinds of mysterious changes were taking place in the Black Sea, the heavens were thrown into chaos by a shrill alarm.
The alert was sent by an administrator.
And this administrator has only one job, and that is to serve the sleeping Destiny Keeper.
The sharp alarm echoed in the hearts of every living being in heaven.
No matter whether they were administrators with high status and strong power, or those gods who had great power but were just puppets, or even the angels at the bottom of the heaven, they all felt heavy in their hearts, as if a huge rock was pressing on them, making it difficult to breathe.
An inexplicable, bad premonition gradually grew in my heart.
One after another, figures subconsciously flew towards the direction of the alarm. When they just arrived here, they saw the administrator walking out of the forbidden area.
And this administrator also brought a piece of important news: the Destiny Keeper.
The true ruler of heaven is about to awaken!
(End of this chapter)