Chapter 758 Revelation

The entire abyssal deep sea seemed to fall silent in that instant—the whole dimension plunged into stillness, the drifting smoke between the floating islands froze in place, and everyone remained silent for a long time. Only the mountain-like ancient god waited for a reply, the dim starlight on its body slowly brightening and dimming, displaying great patience.

After an unknown amount of time, Shirley's voice broke the silence beside him: "...Wow..."

Duncan raised his head, calmly looking at the "mountain": "I hope you can be clearer—'take over everything,' what does that mean?"

In a soft tremor, a very human-like sigh seemed to come from deep within the star-shaped mountain range, before it slowly opened its mouth: "Pyromaniac, you may already know... In the so-called 'Third Long Night,' I did not realize all the plans on the blueprint—the Boundless Sea is not a perfect sanctuary. In a sense, my 'Genesis' failed like the Pale Giant King and the Dream King's attempts, except... This failure was delayed by ten thousand years."

Standing in the deepest part of the abyssal deep sea, personally hearing an ancient god who had once shaped all things in the world admit its failure was a shocking experience even for Duncan. Although he had grasped many clues in this regard before, he couldn't help but sigh deeply after hearing the words of the Abyssal Saint.

After a while, he finally broke the silence: "Yes, I know. There are many clues pointing to this. I have seen the city-state mirrors in the deep sea of the real dimension, as well as the 'semi-finished products' that have not been formed in the abyssal deep sea. I have also come into contact with the truth of the Abyssal Demons—in a place called Saint Land Island, I saw that hall, which recorded the data of thousands upon thousands of creatures..."

"All indications show that the current Deep Sea Era... is actually just some semblances of civilization lingering after the end, and as a 'sanctuary,' it is full of flaws."

Alice listened and muttered in a low voice, "Isn't that a bit too blunt..."

"It's already very polite," Shirley whispered back, also in a low voice.

Then, their whispered conversation was interrupted by the tremor coming from the dark mountain range: "Yes, it is full of flaws—and now this flawed sanctuary is gradually reaching its limit... Pyromaniac, how many times has the Observer Effect Stabilizing Anchor failed?"

Duncan's eyes immediately changed slightly: "...Twice already."

"It is the key to ensuring that the many 'ashes' in the sanctuary can exist stably, balanced, and compatibly. Its illumination can cause the conflicting and untranslatable fragments of the world after the Great Annihilation to collapse into the same reality, and its failure means that the defects at the beginning of the sanctuary's establishment have accumulated to the limit—after it is completely extinguished, this 'ash ball' that we forcibly kneaded together will re-scatter."

"...So, what does this have to do with letting me take over 'everything'?" Duncan slowly opened his mouth. "The sanctuary is on the verge of its limit. Could it be that if I take over, it can be reborn?"

"In my calculations, yes."

Duncan's heart stirred upon hearing this. In the Abyssal Saint's quick and affirmative reply, he instantly realized one thing—this "ancient god" knew him, this "pyromaniac," even better than he had expected!

He immediately frowned and said seriously: "Why?"

"...Because you are a more powerful and stable observer than the Observer Effect Stabilizing Anchor," the lights on the surface of the dark mountain flowed and flickered like a galaxy, and the Abyssal Saint's voice echoed throughout the dimension, "If you take over everything, your power will be enough to cover all the defects in the sanctuary—all unbalanced systems will regain stability and return to their most perfect state at the beginning of their establishment."

"...You seem to know me better than I know myself," after a moment of silence, Duncan still did not respond to the other party's "invitation," but frowned and said, "You, and the other so-called 'Ancient Kings,' you all seem to know me better than I know myself."

"...We are also just guessing your essence through long-term observation, but even if we have guessed for ten thousand years, we have never been able to figure out what exactly you are..." The Abyssal Saint's tone became a little slow and hesitant. It seemed to be hesitating and worrying about something, but after a brief hesitation, it continued, "Pyromaniac, do you really not know where you came from, or what your essence is?"

Duncan did not speak for a moment.

His origins and essence... To this day, he has actually grasped many clues. The information that emerged in the darkness, the "message" sent by the human civilization at the end of time to the distant past, and that 0.002 seconds of the universe... All were revealing the truth of the individual "Zhou Ming."

But after a few seconds of hesitation, he did not choose to directly answer this "ancient god" he was meeting for the first time, but instead asked: "I want to know, what do you mean by the 'long-term observation' you just mentioned? When did you, and the other 'Ancient Kings,' discover me?"

"...We saw you in the first wave of impact after dozens or hundreds of worlds collided—you were one of the earliest among us, Pyromaniac."

The expression on Duncan's face changed slightly, but it returned to calmness in the next instant.

He was one of the earliest... Long before the Deep Sea Era began, long before ten thousand years ago, he had already come to this world.

Not in the New City State calendar 1900, not on the day the Vanishing Sail returned to the real dimension, not on the day he, as "Zhou Ming," pushed open that door...

He just woke up on that day.

It was one thing to have expected it in his heart, but it was another to hear it and confirm it in person.

However, Duncan just stood there calmly, as if all emotional changes had settled in the deepest part of this body, and then he nodded lightly: "...Continue."

"...We still haven't figured out why that collision happened. The only thing we can be sure of is that only a very few... 'survivors' survived that collision, and those lucky or unlucky survivors are the so-called 'Ancient Kings.'"

"Our survival is the result of accidents and twists. Our essence... Underwent earth-shaking changes after that collision. At that time, time was in chaos, and space was squeezed and torn. We rose from the hot and chaotic ashes after the Great Annihilation. The first time we confirmed each other's existence was almost another disaster—many people died from pollution during the 'first contact.' Those who were not strong enough, not lucky enough, quickly became new ashes in the ash pile, and then only a dozen figures remained, including... Several names you know."

"And you, were there from the beginning, sleeping in some kind of 'cocoon' that we couldn't understand. You never woke up, and you didn't even have a shape. In our observation... You were a mass of amorphous light, and like everything else independent of the surroundings, you didn't react to the outside world in any way—three Long Nights, countless gatherings, countless changes enough to reshape the world, did not interfere with your existence."

"In fact, if you hadn't suddenly started moving recently, I would have even thought that you would just sleep like that forever, forever maintaining that intangible radiance, until this world after destruction was destroyed again..."

"And 'our' 'observation' of you was carried out in such a non-responsive situation... Taruin was the first to understand your name. He called you 'Pyromaniac,' but he kept silent about the origin of this name. Pathfinder II understood your power or 'characteristics' to a certain extent. The Pale Giant King... He stared at you in the center of the ashes for seventy-seven clock cycles, leaving only one sentence—he said he would see you again, and then until he died in the First Long Night, he never spoke another word."

The ancient god's low tremor echoed in the abyssal deep sea, and the ancient and obscure starlight sprinkled down from the sky, appearing inexplicably cold.

"Pyromaniac—we still can't understand what exactly you are, but in the long years before you woke up, we have been watching your sleeping 'cocoon.' Those intangible rays of light revealed different truths and futures to each of us, and now, it's my turn to be the first to contact you."

Duncan didn't speak for a long time.

He needed to slow down—he needed to sort out his overly chaotic thoughts.

An incomprehensible "cocoon," an intangible thing sleeping in the depths of the "cocoon"... Was that what he had always looked like in the eyes of the "Ancient Kings"? !

And those "kings" who survived the world collision of the Great Annihilation had been observing him all along... And they had also gained many "revelations" from this long "observation"?

A strange feeling filled his heart. After a long while, Duncan frowned and said, "Then what about you? What 'enlightenment' did you get from your long observation? Is it to let me 'take over' this 'sanctuary' you created today?"

Under the dim starlight, the magnificent and solemn star-shaped mountain range fell into darkness for a short time, and then all the lights on its surface suddenly lit up. Every dark blue light stream also gradually filled up. A low rumbling sound rang from the depths of the mountain range, and then, under the dumbfounded gazes of Shirley and others, the central "peak" of the mountain range slowly opened, and a flickering dark red core rose from its deepest part, like a huge single eye, calmly watching Duncan.

"No," the dark red core opened its mouth, with a stiff, cold mechanical texture, "The revelation I received is that you will ignite the entire world—all timelines, all historical processes, every civilization's lamp of fire that remains in the world, will be converged into an unprecedented 'cremation.'"