It turned out that it was around that time that I met Alch.
Yun Wei recalled his last moments in the apocalypse. Although he only saw the other person's shoes, he was absolutely certain of their identity.
That was the last magician of the First Dynasty, and the one who stole destiny—
Al-Häst.
No wonder that sentence left the deepest impression on him, so much so that he blurted it out during the Holy Night instance.
only……
Why hasn't his thinking stopped even now?
He still remembered that he had unleashed an incomparably powerful forbidden spell, perishing together with all the apostles.
He thought he was dead.
He thought he would never be sad again.
Yun Wei opened his eyes and found himself standing on an altar.
The air here was so hot it seemed to be flowing, and beneath the suspended altar, endless crimson magma churned.
His body was perfectly intact, without scars or lingering pain, as if what happened that day was just a dream.
He was not the only one in the space.
A lady was sitting properly not far away.
The other person had their eyes slightly closed, with unusually heavy eyeshadow. Their hands, crossed in front of their chest, each held a golden magical artifact, while the floor beneath them was carved with various patterns.
There were many symbols he couldn't understand; the only ones he recognized were the runes that represented necromancy.
Here, however, the "sling" symbol is completely flipped over, resembling a little person standing up.
"Hello," he had to approach the other person cautiously and asked, "May I ask where this place is, sir?"
The "lady" suddenly opened her eyes, her black and white pupils devoid of joy or sorrow, within which countless stars flickered and shimmered.
"My divine kingdom," the other party replied.
It was a language that Yunwei should not have been able to understand, with an indescribable timbre.
In that instant, the head on the other person's shoulder suddenly changed shape.
It features a variety of ferocious animals, including eagles, snakes, jackals, cats, and crocodiles...
There are also people of various social statuses: the elderly, infants, pregnant women, slaves...
After demonstrating over thirty transformations to Yun Wei, He returned to His initial female form—
She wore exaggerated brown eyeshadow, with half her face painted black and the other half white.
Yun Wei was not frightened. He thought for a moment and asked again, "Are you the goddess Kirhona who gave Gerhard the divine oracle?"
He had heard the names of many gods on the continent of Zhuyuan.
But recalling the "lovely lady" mentioned by Alch in his earlier dream, he could only think of this god who governs souls.
The deity blinked and admitted expressionlessly:
“That is one of my names. In the world you left behind, I was the master of the flooded Nile River and the land of decay, the ruler of life, death and resurrection. Among the Ennead, I was the throne. You may call me Isis.”
Yun Wei nodded silently.
Upon hearing this, he genuinely recalled his past life in ancient Egypt.
In his time, that mysterious civilization, now buried by the yellow sands, was always associated with countless unsolved mysteries.
The patterns on the ground were not just symbols, but also another kind of hieroglyphics.
It is said that they are capable of communicating with the past.
He was just puzzled as to why the other person was so approachable. "Why are you telling me so much?"
Isis replied, “Because my time is running out. I am about to die.”
The other party's tone was so flat that Yun Wei couldn't detect any emotion in it at all. Only then did he realize that the other party was indeed just a dim phantom, flashing at an extremely high frequency.
He has too many questions that urgently need answers.
However, at that moment, the frequency of the other party's flashing slowed down visibly, as if the signal was about to be interrupted. "The answers are all in the book in front of you. After you have learned these common knowledge about the gods, you may leave on your own."
Yun Wei hurriedly asked, "Leave? Where will I go? Can I...can I return to the Zhuyuan Continent?!"
Of all the questions, he cared most about the answer to this one.
If life had not yet ended, would he have had the chance to see Isaac again?
“Go where you should go,” Isis replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, the other person's figure completely disappeared.
Beneath Him, only the elytra of a scarab beetle remained, resembling both the simplest epitaph and a key to unlocking the unknown.
In the world after the gods have passed away, only a deathly silence remains, with only magma bubbling and rolling, seemingly pregnant with the next rebirth.
After pondering for a while, Yun Wei finally obediently sat down cross-legged and picked up the thick book left behind by the other party.
After experiencing so much, he has come to understand the power of prophecy more and more.
Every word they uttered seemed to foreshadow the future.
As long as the other party does not give a direct answer of "no," it means that there is still a chance for things to turn around.
...
After an unknown amount of time, Yun Wei finally finished reading the thick book, "On the Gods." His expression was incredibly complex, like a bottle of colorful soy sauce and vinegar that had been overturned.
He certainly knew a lot of things, but this also gave rise to even more questions.
He seemed to know part of the truth, but he only felt that the future was bleak and full of unknowns.
If the whole story could be summarized in one sentence, it would be—
It turns out that everything that happened on the continent of Zhuyuan could be attributed to Alch's awakening.
The story spans billions of years, but the most intense climax occurs on the "Holy Night" a thousand years ago.
The star field where the Zhuyuan Continent is located was originally inhabited by many ancient gods.
The term "deity" is a rather broad definition.
Powerful gods, like the goddess Kirhorna, exist simultaneously in numerous dimensions and star systems.
They are born and die, die and are born again, constantly expanding the scope of the laws of the universe and helping the universe to understand itself.
Ordinary gods, like O. Oakes, are rulers of a certain plane.
They continuously learn the supreme laws, maintain the normal operation of the plane, and allow all beings to evolve continuously, making various choices according to their feelings.
The lowest of the gods, as Isaac said, are transformed from beings who once lived in the planes.
They utilize the power of existing laws, integrate them, define them as entirely new powers, and allow the existing laws to be interpreted in entirely new ways.
However, the Lord of the Abyss is different from the three types of gods mentioned above.
Since its birth from the void, it has directly devoured more than two-thirds of the star field.
The ancient gods trembled with fear. After countless meetings that failed to reach a consensus, they decided to bind and seal the Lord who would ultimately destroy everything with 'love'.
Because emotions are the only variable that is difficult to predict in the deduction process.
So they rewrote the code of the Elemental Continent and created Alch on the eve of the end of the world.
Yes, the book says that time is not a unidirectional linear thing.
In other words, cause and effect are not sequential; the choices we make in the future will have a lasting and profound impact on our present and past selves.
This is what we call 'iteration'.
Within the rules that even Yunwei could not comprehend, they bestowed upon Alch a perfection comparable to eternity.
He hoped that when the stars dimmed, he could successfully become a sacrifice offered to the abyss, quelling the abyss lord's lust to devour everything.
Everything went smoothly.
All signs indicate that the Lord of the Abyss is quite satisfied with the bride chosen for him by the gods.
All the gods rejoiced, but the person who was being manipulated was completely forgotten and deliberately ignored.
But in the end, Alch found out everything.
Unwilling to accept its predetermined fate, the other party resolutely flew out of the star field on the day of the "Holy Night".
As a result, the entire star field was thrown into complete chaos by the wrath of the Lord of the Abyss.
The gods, on the verge of death, could only entrust the escaped Alch with bringing back the 'Hero' from other vertical vector systems.
Yunwei was one of them.
This was the final, helpless compromise between the gods and their sons.
If the gods are the issuers of the missions, and Alch is the broker who traverses the star fields, then Yun Wei is the suitable candidate chosen by the latter from among thousands.
Yun Wei is obsessed with the concept of immortality, and this obsession has even given rise to healing abilities, making him suitable for completing Isis's mission.
During a specific period in the continent of Zhuyuan, one becomes a necromancer and resurrects a dead person who should not have died.
As for the underlying principles, they are quite mysterious.
If the existence of the Zhuyuan Continent is a real number, then Yunwei is like an imaginary number.
It is said that only in this way can he avoid generating additional useful work on the continent of Zhuyuan, causing undesirable energy changes, and making the disordered entropy increase even greater.
The following content was accompanied by stacks and stacks of densely packed formula derivations, each formula itself being followed by lengthy and elaborate reasoning and citations, which Yun Wei, with his level of knowledge, could not understand at all.
Just by giving a general summary, his forehead was already burning hot.
He also had no time to judge Alch's right and wrong.
All he knew was that although he seemed to have accomplished his mission, he had actually made things worse.
Because the abyss is a unique variable, whether it is a real number or an imaginary number, once it is involved, they will all become chaotic unknowns.
Even the person who commissioned the mission, the goddess Kirhona, was implicated by him and died prematurely.
Although the other party is constantly cycling between life and death, death is as simple as breathing, as plain as a meal.
Although his original task was merely to resurrect Alfred Russo, who should not have died in the "War of the Dead Hunters".
Everything seemed to have come to light.
Everything remains shrouded in mystery.
Even the story he originally thought was closest to the truth now seems to be a far cry from the facts.
Yun Wei's mind was a mess, a chaotic jumble.
He could, of course, wait where he stood, until the boiling magma solidified, until Isis returned to the sound of the scarab beetle.
But he knew in his heart that Isaac was still waiting for him.
He couldn't bear to recall what happened that day.
Just thinking about the look in the other person's eyes was enough to break his heart.
Isaac's true feelings at this moment are something he can never fully comprehend.
Even though he wasn't sure if he could actually return to the Continent of Zhuyuan.
But Isaac's side was indeed the only place he "should go".
After quickly tidying everything up, Yun Wei solemnly knelt on the ground and offered a prayer to the dark night sky:
"O gods who possess all wisdom and exist in the past, future, and present, reveal your authority to me and send me back to Isaac's side!"
"If my wish is fulfilled, I will act on your behalf and settle things with the Lord of the Abyss!"
This was not the first time he had offered such a prayer.
He had already made similar prayers before dawn outside Moonflower City.
The difference is that he no longer places all his hopes on the ethereal gods.
He should heed Alch's admonition—
He himself is magic itself.
Yun Wei walked to the edge of the altar, closed his eyes, and stretched out his arms, communicating with the endless space and time that floated like dust.
On his outstretched left palm, the scars from the past still remained, scars that even the laws of healing could not erase—the bond between him and Isaac.
On the back of the other hand, the lush and verdant Time Branch shines brightly.
The layers of branches were shiny and beautiful; upon closer inspection, there were actually nine layers in total.
A massive gray-white demonic rune slowly emerged from the void, suspended above the churning, boiling magma in the divine realm of life and death.
The magician gazed silently at the symbol that represented the throne, which, as it leaped into it, called out its true name.
It is no longer the eerie and terrifying "suspension" of the past.
Instead, it symbolizes "Saint Anker" as a symbol of hope and new life.
In the sanctuary where he can choose the future he desires, he will finally bear the cross of life and go to his eternal love.
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