Chapter 367 366. Rejection
"I don't understand... This sounds like a doomsday prophecy? But what exactly does 'Ark' refer to? Who said this? And where exactly is this place?" Salian's questions continued, full of confusion and uneasiness.
The two continued forward, and finally stopped in front of a "wooden wall" that seemed to have no end and was immersed in endless darkness both above and below.
Ilos placed his palm lightly on the wall and spoke, "This is a small part of the 'Abyss.' Normally, it should be an absolute no-go zone for life. However, the sacred tree has taken root here, changing the state of this area."
"Sacred tree?" Salian was shocked when he heard this. He suddenly looked up and re-examined the huge "wooden wall". He was shocked to realize that this was not a wall, but a small part of a giant tree that was so huge that it was unimaginable!
This cannot be blamed on Salian's slow reaction. If it weren't for the panel, Lin Jun would have found it difficult to connect the magnificent giant in front of him with the seedling that looked like it would fall over at the slightest breeze.
Ilos continued to explain his disciple's confusion: "And the Ark is the underground city! They have independent space and ecology. With the appropriate adjustments, they can completely isolate themselves from external disasters and become a self-contained entity."
"Independent space? I know some dungeons do have this feature, but Shenmu Dungeon seems to..."
Ilos shook his head, his tone as he always did when teaching his students: "Don't be satisfied with superficial knowledge! Salian, do you know what will be left behind when a dungeon is completely destroyed?"
Salian shook his head blankly.
He had never witnessed the complete destruction of the underground city with his own eyes, and this knowledge was not recorded in detail even in the great library of the royal city.
Ilos didn't expect his disciple to answer. He said in a deep voice, "Nothing will be left. No ruins, no giant pits, only a blank space, as if the land had never existed before. That is the original foundation of this world. The existence of the underground city actually covers the original area in space."
"Salian, you are very talented, but staying in Isildolin has limited your horizons."
"I... don't have much chance to go outside..." Salian whispered.
Iros sighed softly, his voice so low that he almost sounded like he was talking to himself: "That's exactly the problem... That's exactly it..."
"As for who said those words..." As the two of them talked, they had already arrived in front of three smaller information blocks.
Following Ilos's signal, Salian touched it directly, and there was also a passage inside:
[Time: 77635.223.74]
[Today is also a leisurely day with nothing to do.]
[Waiting to die is actually quite pleasant after you get used to it.]
[It's not my fault anyway.]
"Some kind of... diary?" Salian was surprised.
And what's going on with this time?
Salian looked at the teacher in confusion, but Iros just told him to continue.
[Time: 77635.223.115]
[This is so funny! I knew Arthur was going to be ruined by his lust!]
[She can't control her pants, she's a beauty and she's still so fertile!]
[Now, such a huge empire has been shattered like biscuit crumbs. All my life's work has been in vain.]
[Speaking of wasted time, Neferella and Ixion are the same, they're wasting time even though it's clearly hopeless.]
After reading the first half, Salian was still trying to recall any emperor named Arthur in history.
When the names of the God of Light Ixion and the Goddess of Death Neferella were mentioned in such a casual and even contemptuous tone, Salian's face suddenly changed.
He took a deep breath and reached for the last small square. Sure enough, it was still the same record:
[Time: 77635.226.2]
[Nefera invited me over and said she wanted to show me a way to turn the tide.]
[I want to see what she has come up with after tinkering with it for so long.]
"This... is this God's diary?" Salian's voice was a little dry due to shock.
"At least it is an existence close to God." Ilos's answer remained rigorous.
Although it is impossible to determine who left these records, and the tone is almost casual or even teasing, the recorder's attitude towards the gods is obviously one of equality.
As for the possibility that this is just someone's crazy talk...
Not that there is one, but it's too small.
It is hard to imagine that an ordinary person could leave records in such a strange form.
Judging from the contents of these records, the God of Light and the God of Death seem to be trying to save the world, but this mysterious recorder has no expectations of their efforts.
What really made Salian uncomfortable was the place where the record was interrupted!
"Teacher, is that so-called 'method' a dungeon?"
"I think so." Iros cast an illumination spell, revealing an extremely large black cube not far away, and warned, "Don't touch it, or you will die."
"There are many more record cubes like this scattered here, but I don't have enough time to sort them out and interpret them one by one." Ilos's gaze swept across the black cubes and finally returned to Salian. "But one thing is certain, the fog will eventually swallow everything. Before that, we must study it thoroughly. And this is something we can never do by curling up in a corner of the continent."
"Then why not follow the king..."
"I know Auriel too well," Iros interrupted him directly, a hint of imperceptible fatigue in his voice. "He would never agree to this. The long years have smoothed out all his edges. Now he will never agree to any decision that may bring risks to the elves, even for the long-term survival."
"Teacher, are you planning to... seize the throne?"
Iros looked at his best student and said, "Salien, I'm not doing this for myself. Like Auriel, I have less than a hundred years left to live. I probably won't live to see the land beneath my feet swallowed by the mist. But what about you? What about the younger elves? The elves shouldn't be doomed to extinction because of our shortsightedness and conservatism... At least... we should fight back once."
"Salian, you are young and have outstanding talents. You are destined to become one of the leaders of the elves in the future. Come with me, the future of the elves needs your strength." Ilos stretched out his hand to Salian.
Salian subconsciously wanted to shake the hand of the teacher he had always admired and followed. But at the last moment, he couldn't help but ask, "A lot of people will die, right?"
"Sacrifice is inevitable," Ilos replied calmly and firmly, "but for the sake of the entire race, any small price is worth it."
Salian hesitated for a moment, but finally retracted his hand: "I can't do it... Teacher, should I be sacrificed too?"
Ilos sighed, as if expecting something.
"Sacrificing you isn't worth it," he said with a hint of regret. "Since you can't make up your mind right now, then, stay here for a while until everything is over. It won't be long."
"Oh right..."
Ilos suddenly turned around and the end of his staff swept through the air.
The scout Puji, who was watching the show behind Salian, stopped all his movements instantly.
The next moment, several of its hyphae tentacles broke off and fell to the ground.
Then, its round mushroom cap slid down.
Then, Ilos' figure disappeared from Salian's sight.
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Even though he's been so low-key, he still doesn't let go of Puji?! (This part of the plot is quite stuck, and there are still chapters to be added, around 1 o'clock)
(End of this chapter)
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