Chapter 933: Chapter 931: The Heavenly Venerate’s Proposal
“Hahaha, as expected, all of you are old acquaintances! After all, reaching your level in such a small world like Pathology World is rare.
This makes it more convenient to discuss certain matters later.”
Golden Lung Venerable had always been observing from the back, prepared to spend extra money on another room if he sensed any tension or inappropriate atmosphere among the group.
But now it seemed the atmosphere was quite suitable, saving a lot of money while also facilitating important discussions by gathering everyone together.
He smiled and sat down next to Yi Chen, after all, their breathing could enhance each other.
“Bringing us together in a restaurant that serves only divine beings must mean there’s something very important,” the Great Emperor straightforwardly asked.
“It is indeed important, but it can be elaborated after the meal.
After all, you all just escaped from a malignant event, and there are still lingering injuries from the malicious separation. The dishes here can aid in healing.”
The Great Emperor’s hands, originally folded on the table, suddenly unfolded and propped up his chin.
This hand movement resembled a slowly opening city gate, and the Heavenly Venerate could almost hear the sound of thousands of troops charging towards him.
The Great Emperor’s words became firm and undeniable, “The only one injured here is Grimman, and he shouldn’t be overly eager to eat. Discuss your matter first, Venerable.”
The Great Emperor’s aura slightly disrupted Golden Lung Venerable’s breathing for a few seconds,
“Alright, alright~ Then no need for formalities.
Your performance has been incredible, able to suppress phenomena within the scheduled time and even completely eradicate them. Such efficiency here is quite impressive, perhaps related to your illness restraint.
In about a week, I would like to invite you all to the Seven-layered Heaven for an experiment.”
“Explain in detail.”
“We gods are not passive in the face of the impending disaster that will sweep across the Cosmic Domain. About fifty years ago, we launched an effective raid on a detected disaster-level malignant core.
At the cost of many deities’ lives,
we imprisoned, suppressed, and sealed a [Disaster] and confined it to the lowest level of the Seven-layered Heaven, the eternal prison of the Great Hell.
The experiment involves you going to the Great Hell and attempting to detect, perceive, or even indirectly contact and attack the imprisoned disaster under controlled conditions.
If successful, your rewards can be further enhanced.
Moreover, those above are more willing to provide greater conditions for the Pathology World, potentially even initiating a world project to migrate the Pathology World located at the plane’s edge towards the center.”
“To migrate over and perish with you?”
“Don’t sound so despairing~ Transferring a world across planes is very challenging. If we can truly suppress the malignancy by then, the Pathology World will stand equal with us and enjoy the Cosmic Domain’s resources.”
The Great Emperor responded, “Such matters are not for a few of us to decide, and furthermore, the Pathology World’s will may not desire to come here at all.
Our visit this time is merely to strive for more independent authority and privacy concerning illnesses.”
Golden Lung Venerable stroked his beard, “Based on your current achievements in swiftly eradicating two phenomena, you can already strive for such conditions.
But if you can take a step further, as I just mentioned, future discussions will be smoother, and you may even secure conditions that currently seem impossible to achieve.
More importantly, everyone here will inevitably face a [Disaster] sooner or later, and getting a taste of a confined, less threatening disaster might help you accumulate some experience.”
Everyone present clearly understood what Golden Lung Venerable was scheming, but the conditions were indeed beneficial for both sides.
“Can we get the disaster’s intelligence in advance?”
“We can’t provide it, as it is both a top secret and a dangerous secret. Even many of the gods who participated in suppressing the target back then had a large portion of their memories completely erased.
Even my memory has been largely deleted, knowing only that such a disaster was suppressed in the Great Hell.
The reason for memory deletion is that the ‘concept’ of the other party is pervasive; the more you know, the greater the influence. Even just glimpsing his name causes his malevolent thoughts to use the name memory as a medium to transcend swiftly.”
This remark instantly sparked interest in everyone present,
“To know is to be at risk.”
This seems too exaggerated; there are no such entities in the Pathology World, but perhaps the Duke is somewhat similar.
The Great Emperor then posed a crucial question, “If memory itself is dangerous, how do you ensure strict monitoring of this individual? How is his individual data preserved? Is there even a possibility that he has already escaped, but your memory simply doesn’t know?”
“We have our methods. To ensure containment stability, we set up a special group for the [Disaster], conducting periodic memory transfers and using a non-conscious yet memory-capable organism for data preservation, among other methods.
Of course, containment failure is highly possible. While this entity is still controlled, now is the prime opportunity for you to attempt contact.
Upon reaching the Seven-layered Heaven, you will naturally know the precise situation.
Your trials will be gradual, and once any discomfort is detected, it will be terminated immediately.”
“You’ve stated all the advantages, yet all negative aspects are concealed.”
The Venerable touched his beard, “That’s inevitable. An existence of this level can bring disaster to the entire Cosmic Domain. Engaging with such an entity is bound to be dangerous.
Risk and benefit are always equivalent, wouldn’t you agree?
Of course, I’m merely offering you this opportunity.
Whether you choose to go or not is another matter, as this was my sudden idea, and those above have not yet implied that you should try the disaster.
If you agree on the spot, I’ll submit an application immediately after the meal, and the process will take about a week, giving you enough time to rest.”
The Great Emperor, deep in thought, his twin pupils gazed at those seated as if viewing a prime minister, finally resting his gaze on Yi Chen.
“Mr. Yi, what do you think? You’ve been here longer, so you should have more intelligence, and William arrived two years ago.”
“We can go.”
Yi Chen gave his suggestion because within a week, he could almost reach the interior of the Sunken Death Temple.
Moreover, to eliminate his embarrassing “Hotel stress disorder,” he wanted to proactively engage with the disaster. This contained and restricted disaster was a great opportunity.
“Does anyone have any opinions?”
The patients around the Great Emperor tacitly agreed to this, with only Lene raising her hand, “Will I be a burden? If so, I can stay here.”
The Great Emperor gently responded, “Follow.”
“Yes!”
Hearing the unanimous consent of the patients, the Golden Lung Venerable quickly used high-frequency breathing to suppress his emotional upheaval, preventing a smile from showing on his face.
To others, he appeared as if he was struggling to breathe, as if they were soon able to enjoy the meal.
After the unanimous decision, the Venerable stood up, bowed, and a deep breath allowed the airflow to transmit his voice to the kitchen.
“Serve the dishes! Additionally, upgrade all dishes from lower to special-level standards.”