The City of Steam, located in the heart of the continent, at the crossroads of two great empires, was founded 7,800 years ago and is a paradise for mechanics.
The mechanic holds a status in this city equivalent to, or even higher than, that of a mage.
After all, no matter how powerful magic is, it is only the power of the individual, and it will all come to nothing when lifespan is exhausted.
Yet the creations made by mechanics can still be produced continuously for thousands of years, and the concepts they proposed can inspire future generations and change the world!
The Tower of Time, a colossal clock tower standing at the heart of the steam city, is a symbol of this great city.
However, it is also the headquarters of the Time Ritual, a secret organization that has been passed down from 40,000 years ago.
Here, there is the "Source Liquid" that the source of chaos retreated in the past, as well as the "False Book" that can predict everything known.
An old man dressed in a white robe knelt on the ground, his face contorted in pain, holding a mercury ball that seemed to float in the air between his hands.
He is the High Priest of Time, a level eight human mage at the pinnacle of power, but the world's environment has him stuck below level nine.
"...Although this world will eventually slide into the abyss, why has that day come so soon?"
The High Priest of Time howled and roared.
They risked their lives and sacrificed their glory and existence to mend those time loopholes, but all their efforts could only slightly delay the arrival of the end.
This world will eventually slide into the bottomless abyss of time, and all of this was destined from the moment that thing, the "Source of Chaos," appeared forty thousand years ago.
“However, there should still be a glimmer of hope!” The high priest raised his head, veins bulging on his forehead, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
He used his supreme authority to unlock the massive steel doors and entered a small compartment amidst the roar of steam.
Rubbing your fingertips together creates an illumination effect.
Two seemingly ordinary sheets of white paper were placed on the table.
False words.
It was created by a chance encounter by a high priest tens of thousands of years ago, and is an unrepeatable miracle.
This book can provide all the answers or solutions, but what it tells us is all "truth".
Just like in "Oedipus Rex," someone prophesied that the little prince would kill his father, and the king believed it and casually threw the baby away... In the end, the little prince survived and actually killed his father by accident.
For readers, there may be thousands of opinions and different perspectives, but for the king, the protagonist of the play, there is probably only despair.
He wanted to defy fate, but his desperate efforts only hastened that destiny—how ironic!
Do you make your fate this way, or does fate drive you to make your fate this way?
Such is the nature of false books; people intend to use them to foresee disasters, but actions intended to prevent disasters often lead to their occurrence.
But... we have no choice but to do it!
Currently, only one page of questions has not yet led to disaster: [When did chaos originate—28,000 years ago?]
That was the first question written down twelve thousand years ago.
But now, considering numerous real-life examples, perhaps this first question is the root of everything.
Now only the last two pages of the false book remain.
If used, it might lead to something even more terrible, but the High Priest of Time had no other choice.
So he picked up his pen and wrote down the question.
How can we prevent the world from falling into the abyss?
Turn it over and see the answer.
The answers given here are all theoretically possible; absurd answers such as "becoming a creator god can save the world" do not exist.
1. Kill Huoyang.
2. Slaughter 94.29% of the living beings on the continent of God's Ashes.
3. Stop the ritual to be performed by the ruler of the Ghost Mountain Range.
The three answers range from easy to difficult; completing just one of them will achieve the goal.
The High Priest of Time fell into deep thought and began to analyze the situation rationally.
The second option should definitely be ruled out first: killing over 90% of all living things in the world... that's just too unrealistic!
The third point is also outrageous: the mysterious existence in the Ghost God Mountain Range has never been confirmed. It is very likely that it is a powerful deity that has survived from ancient times, and that it is also the enemy's lair.
The High Priest of Time frowned. The Ghost God Mountain Range seemed to be the place involved in the subsequent chaos of time, and this Fire Sun...
He took out his magic book and looked up the relevant entries.
From commoners to nobles, in a database encompassing 65% of the world's population, the High Priest of Time looked up and saw a name flashing red.
"He's another one of those involved in this chaos... Judging by the timeline, he should already be inside the Ghost God Mountain Range, and his life or death is no longer in our control. There's definitely something wrong."
He felt a pang of regret. If he had used the False Words Book to ask questions before resolving the incident, he could have killed Huo Yang first... No, it seems that wouldn't have worked either.
A powerful figure, suspected to be an ancient god-king, was guarding Huo Yang's side, disguised as his younger brother. So now he really only had one last path left: to stop that ritual.
——
At the Ghost Mountain Range, far across the ocean.
The dark, gelatinous soil gathered together like fluid, and the entire surface of the mountain peeled away, eventually coalescing into a giant sphere hundreds of miles in diameter that floated in the air.
This giant sphere, like a small asteroid, drifted across the sea.
Its terrifying gravity caused it to merely drift leisurely across the sea, yet it stirred up a surging tide.
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