On the other side, Linde wandered through this beautiful yet broken kingdom. Every step he took on the energy crystal ground produced a subtle cracking sound that carried far in the excessively quiet environment.
The [Deconstruction Halo] continued to operate, greedily absorbing the rule information and energy structure that had escaped during the collapse of this divine kingdom.
Just as he expected, this divine kingdom was the condensation of Tiolantis' magical knowledge and power over millions of years. Even just analyzing the "remains" of its collapse process gave him a deeper understanding of the essence of magic.
Many magical applications that are considered taboo or unimaginable on the continent of Til are merely basic building blocks here.
The realm of the gods is far beyond imagination, like a universe slowly dying.
Linde was like a patient cleaner and a top-notch archaeologist. Wherever he went, he channeled and calmed the out-of-control energy turbulence with the power of light and darkness. He carefully collected any valuable magical artifacts or rune arrays with unique structures for future research.
Just as he passed through a ruin made of collapsed rune towers and circled a spatial rift that kept tearing and healing, the scene before him suddenly changed.
This place seems to be a hidden corner of the divine realm, protected by an extremely sophisticated spatial folding and cognitive interference spell that is almost integrated with the divine realm itself.
If the foundation of the divine kingdom had not been shaken, causing all the hidden structures to loosen, Lind, in his previous state, would probably have had difficulty discovering the anomaly here.
The disguise rippled like water before him, slowly receding to reveal the hidden truth.
A sea of flowers.
A boundless sea of flowers, both dazzlingly beautiful and utterly serene.
All the "flowers" are not real plants, but are formed from the purest, liquid-like magic.
They exhibited forms and colors that Linde had never seen before, with petals like flowing arcane light and stems and leaves like translucent elemental crystals.
A gentle breeze (perhaps an airflow caused by the collapse of the divine kingdom) blew by, causing the sea of flowers to sway and create ripples of magical energy, radiating a soft yet immense energy fluctuation.
The beauty of this sea of flowers is breathtaking, yet it also possesses a cold, unnatural perfection.
Each flower is like a meticulously crafted work of art, containing a stable and powerful magical structure, a stark contrast to the chaos and decay of the rest of the divine realm.
They bloom quietly, as if they have always been so, unmoved by the dramatic changes in the outside world.
Linde stopped at the edge of the sea of flowers.
His gaze pierced through the swaying magic flowers and instantly locked onto the very center of the sea of flowers.
There, surrounded by a particularly lush and dreamlike flowerbed, knelt a figure.
The figure had its back to him, enveloped in an extremely thin yet exceptionally resilient magical aura, as if it were closely connected to this sea of flowers and the last stable core of this divine kingdom.
He/She remained motionless, as if transformed into a sculpture, or as if immersed in an eternal dream.
Linde's purple eyes narrowed slightly. The power of the [Deconstruction Halo] spread forward cautiously like invisible mercury, trying to probe the true nature of the figure.
However, the feedback was extremely strange.
It was indeed an "existence," with a clear outline and energy response, but its interior seemed to be... nothingness? Or rather, an extremely pure, undefined "blank space"? It was completely different from any life form, energy body, or even divine creation he had encountered before.
There was no hostility, no fluctuation of consciousness, and no vital signs. It was like a container waiting to be written with information...
A special container that Tiolantis so carefully hid in the deepest part of this divine kingdom, nourished and protected by this incredible sea of magical flowers...
Linde's vigilance reached its peak, but his cold curiosity was also completely aroused.
Tiolantis is "dead," and the divine kingdom is on the verge of collapse. What exactly is this secret that He valued so highly?
He slowly lifted his foot and stepped into this silent, magical sea of flowers.
The moment my foot landed, the surrounding flowers seemed to sense it, tilting slightly to the sides to make way for a path leading to the center.
Linde stepped forward, the surrounding magic so dense it was almost tangible, gently enveloping him yet carrying a chilling coldness that penetrated to the very soul.
He drew closer and closer to the kneeling figure.
Finally, he stopped about ten steps away from the figure.
At this distance, I could see the general outline of the other party, but I still couldn't make out its specific appearance; the protective halo distorted my vision.
Linde was silent for a moment, then spoke in a calm yet penetrating voice, breaking the absolute silence that had persisted in this corner for countless years:
"Who are you?"
His voice echoed through the sea of flowers, absorbed and refracted by magic, making it sound somewhat unreal.
"Or should I ask... why did Theolantis create you?"
After he finished speaking, the sea of flowers remained silent.
The figure remained kneeling, as if it had never changed since time immemorial.
However, in Lind's extreme perception of the deconstructed halo, he sensed that in the deepest part of that humanoid "blank space," something seemed to... move very subtly...
It was as if a mirror, which had been asleep for countless ages, had been struck by its first stone.
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