Chapter 891 Arrest Them All! (6400)

On the way back to the village, Alan remained silent.

He was experiencing the newfound power surging within him.

Bestowed by the god who called himself 'Candlelight', the cultivation method named 'Flame of Evolution' was said to be Candlelight's fundamental technique. Originally, it was a cyan-colored light and flame burning deep within his heart, but soon, as Alan's own inner light was released, this cyan flame gradually turned into a cyan-gold color, almost like solidified lava.

The boy raised the arms he used to wield his long saber. He could sense that the energy circulation channels in his hands were flowing with this almost tangible power. It could withstand incredibly powerful impacts and transport divine power sufficient to cut through the sky and the earth.

Alan extended his finger and flicked it lightly on the blade. Immediately, the long saber rang out with a clang, a wordless, chilling song echoing, rapidly transmitted through the atmosphere, filling the surrounding world with an irresistible sense of sharp decisiveness.

—Adapting to the individual, adapting to the place, the Flame of Evolution can indeed be popularized throughout the myriad realms, a fundamental cultivation method called innovation.

At this moment, a mighty sandstorm was sweeping across the heavens and the earth. Gray-black sand masses pressed down on the boy traveling through the raging sand. But the boy raised his head, his gaze focused, his cyan-gold eyes seeming to reflect the flaws in this natural phenomenon.

Therefore, he reached out with his long saber, chanting a melody. Instantly, a blazing cyan-white divine light, as hot as lava, lit up around him, and boundless energy compressed and condensed on the blade.

In the next instant, violent light exploded, and a pure cyan-white saber light, carrying rolling shockwaves, blasted out. The sandstorm in front of him was like the white mist scattered by a child's breath in winter, cleaved and divided by this dazzling arc of saber light into fragmented pieces. The searing divine light that followed reached dozens of miles away, illuminating the not-so-distant Gray Hill Village.

"Such power..."

Alan couldn't help but be stunned. This power far surpassed his previous limits. Even his father had never reached this realm, blocked by that invisible wall.

Cleaving through a celestial phenomenon with a single strike was a level above the transcendent, a demigod hero... In the past, even if he had brought his saber techniques and miracle cultivation to the extreme, it would have been difficult to touch such a realm.

But with Candlelight's guidance, he had actually mastered this level of power.

[You originally had immense untapped potential within you.]

Elias's voice rang out, with a faint sigh: [Rather, the 'humans' of your world are extraordinary. All have incredible power. Each person can invoke the power of heaven and earth simply by relying on melodies. Truly unimaginable innate Dao bodies.]

Alan didn't care where this power came from. He only knew that the current him was unmatched in Gray Hill Village.

However, just as the boy was rapidly cleaving through the sandstorm on his way back to the village,

He suddenly sensed two diametrically opposed, but almost equally effective, barriers around his hometown.

One was a barrier of shadow, stagnation, silence, and darkness, causing people to stop and not want to approach.

The other was a barrier of light, dazzling, sparkling, and brilliant, making it difficult to approach and tempting one to detour.

When activated individually, both barriers could subconsciously drive ordinary people away from this place. Intertwined, they could drive away everyone below the transcendent level. Moreover, there was a sandstorm at this time. There was no possibility that anyone could break through the man-made and natural barriers and approach the direction where the barriers were located.

The direction of Gray Hill Village.

Alan's eyes flickered slightly. The boy raised his head and looked solemnly in the direction of Gray Hill Village.

Something seemed to be happening there. There were chaotic sounds, but because the surrounding sandstorm was too noisy and the distance was still quite far, he couldn't make them out.

"Eve... and Uncle Mosang, Aunt Kasla..."

He muttered to himself. Although he was very disappointed that the village used Eve as a human pillar, the other villagers had taken care of him since his father's death. He still had feelings for Gray Hill Village.

Now, there was obviously an accident ahead, and Alan's pace immediately quickened.

At the same time.

"Attack!"

Gray Hill Village was under attack.

Several light-armored soldiers, their bodies burning with flames, were roaring and charging towards the shadow-formed monsters at the village entrance.

Some of these monsters were shaped like giant wolves, and some had three snake heads. Their bodies were rippling with visible gray-black shadows, and a mournful dirge could be faintly heard playing.

Under the guidance of this dirge, even the sandstorm that shrouded the village gained a sinister and eerie flavor.

An old man holding a staff stood in the center of the village, manipulating many shadow puppets to block the charge of the light-armored soldiers. The trembling village chief was beside him, chanting a long poem, calling on grass and trees to grow and sprout, turning into fences and walls, intending to divide the soldiers.

However, the soldiers' coordination was extremely skilled, and the village chief's attempts at division were difficult to succeed from the beginning. Many grass and wood walls were broken through.

"It seems this village has been exposed."

The Shadow Envoy was not afraid at this moment. An assassination squad from the Water and Fire Temple was completely sufficient to deal with the village chief and the not-yet-completely-successful Child of Darkmoon. But if they faced him, they would still be insufficient.

The only thing he needed to be cautious about was reinforcements, but even if a temple high priest came, he couldn't stop him from retreating.

He raised his staff and chanted the Amos hymn. Instantly, a vast and mighty power descended from the sky, and an ethereal giant hand, like a vortex of stars, smashed down on a light-armored soldier.

The power carried by this giant hand was unstoppable. The light-armored soldier couldn't dodge in time and seemed to be crushed by the ethereal giant hand.

But an even more dazzling light flashed. The female captain suddenly appeared, holding a long sword that seemed to be made of crystal, and struck out with her sword, directly at the palm of the ethereal giant hand.

Boom!!!

The violent explosion spread in all directions. The female captain and the light-armored soldier were both sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood. However, their complexion did not change drastically, obviously only suffering minor injuries that did not affect their combat power.

In the village, the villagers were trembling. They dared not go out. Both the sandstorm and the ongoing battle could kill them in an instant. They had not been affected yet, but if they were, they would be reduced to ashes.

At the bottom of the temple, Eve hugged her knees. She could also sense the extremely terrifying impacts and explosions coming from outside.

In the past, these hardships were absorbed and resisted by the artificial Child of God. She felt no pain and naturally agreed happily.

However, last time, when fighting against the horde of vengeful spirits, she felt a bone-chilling coldness and despair for the first time. For the first time, an emotion called pain arose in the girl's heart, but she found it difficult to understand how to face this emotion.

"Alan..."

Standing up, the blonde girl swayed and stood up. The spells and chains that originally bound her all broke in response—these mundane things and ordinary spells could not contend against the Child of God who had gathered all the evil in the world.

In the past, what truly bound the girl was her own heart… and now, her heart wanted to act.

So she acted.

And when Eve arrived outside the temple, what she saw was a nearly frenzied battle scene.

The Shadow Envoy knew that Gray Hill Village had been exposed, so he wanted to retreat, but the light-armored soldiers were fearless, even self-destructing and singing self-destruction songs, determined to drag down the envoy's puppets and the envoy himself.

The village chief was seriously injured at this moment. If the Shadow Envoy hadn't assigned a shadow servant to help him, he would have been killed long ago. But on the battlefield, he was not a very important key point, so no one delivered the final blow.

The confrontation between light and dark, the intertwining of light and shadow, this grand battle, this tragic slaughter, was backed by the great power struggle between the Light and Dark God-Kings.

Those light-armored soldiers who rushed forward to kill the enemy firmly believed that they were righteous; and those Shadow Envoys who ruled many shadow servants naturally did not think that their dog-eat-dog world was wrong.

They were all friendly and caring to their own people, they were all kind to their compatriots, they all hated the enemy, and they all devoutly worshiped the gods.

——How strange.

However, this tragedy, which should have moved many people, had all its dazzling glory and impassioned surface peeled away in Eve's eyes.

She only saw absurdity.

"Why do they let others, let the gods, define their happiness?"

The girl thought: "Even Alan, although he didn't ask me, wants me to find my own happiness."

"Not the happiness required by the gods."

Why must light and dark oppose each other? Why must light and shadow confront each other? Is the battle between the Shadow Envoy and the light-armored soldiers really meaningful? If from the beginning, all of this was false, and the Light and Dark God-Kings had no hatred or opposition at all, and their hatred was just a superficial facade, just to put on a play on the stage…

Then…

"Does all of this have meaning?"

"Does all of this have meaning?"

Alan, who had rushed to the entrance of the village, had the same question as the girl.

He stared in astonishment at the battle between the light-armored soldiers, the shadow puppets, and the envoy. Many powerful puppets were killed, and the soldiers were seriously injured as a result. Four of the most powerful light-armored soldiers were besieging the old man holding the staff. The old man already had several bloody wounds on his body. The dark shadows originally wanted to heal those wounds, but the immortal light marks restrained this self-healing.

But the old man waved his staff, and a symphony like the roar of stars rose up, and the Amos hymn rang out. The violent etheric divine power condensed, instantly grabbing a light-armored soldier. The swirling shadow nebula shattered his body, like a squeezed towel, and fragments of blood and internal organs leaked out of the cracks in his body like water.

Blood splattered, flesh flew, and corpses littered the village. Several houses had been destroyed, and the ordinary people inside must have been doomed.

Fortunately, the battle had entered the wilderness, a good distance from the village. Otherwise, the entire Gray Hill Village would have fallen into hell.

"Why."

Grasping the long saber in his hand tightly, the boy, who had been cleaving through the wind all the way, watched this scene, puzzled: "My God… didn't you say that the conflict between light and shadow, day and night, is false… why are they still fighting so tragically?"

The boy, who grew up in this village, had never seen such a fierce religious war, at most only a few monster invasions. He could not understand how anyone could give their lives for the gods' false conflicts.

Even if they didn't know it, it was still life—why? Why would the gods allow it, why would the gods watch everything without stopping it?

Clearly, everything originated from them, everything was born because of them, why could they watch these deaths so indifferently?!

"How can they do this?"

"Aren't they gods? Why would they let such a thing happen?!"

He roared, with the teenage zealotry and the purest anger.

[Because the gods of this world have never made an agreement with humans. And, Alan, you may think that correctness is the norm in this world, right? But that's not actually the case.]

Elias's voice rang out, and He responded solemnly: [In this world, it is indeed rare to say who is right and who is wrong, but there are indeed some people and things that can be called truly wrong.]

Gods have actually made the same mistakes as Alan.

In the past, Elias once thought that people with correct beliefs were the majority in the multiverse because of Su Zhou’s influence… But after He himself began to travel through the multiverse and saw many people and things in the Pioneer Space, He realized that wrong things were more numerous and more common.

Therefore, the world needs correctness.

"What things can be considered wrong?" Alan asked puzzled.

God replied: [There are too many, more than ninety percent of things in the human world are wrong, but because everyone is wrong, it doesn't really matter.]

[What matters are those who are clearly wrong, but still think they are right.]

"My God, can you enlighten me?"

[Then, I will tell a very popular literary story.]

Responding to the request of his apostle, God only told a story that he had witnessed in the Pioneer Space.

[A boy and his teacher practiced martial arts in the deep mountains and old forests. Because of a marriage contract that the teacher had made in the past, he left the mountain and entered the world. He didn't care about the marriage contract, he just wanted to find an excuse to go out and see the world, but who knew that the other party to his marriage contract was a large aristocratic family, and the eldest daughter who had originally made the marriage contract wanted to break the engagement for political reasons and marry another large family.]

[The boy didn't care about the marriage contract, and breaking the engagement was also what he wanted, but that large family didn't care about the boy's thoughts at all, and naturally thought that the other party wanted to take advantage of the marriage contract, so they ridiculed and cursed the boy who came to visit, insulted him to the extreme, and drove him out of the house.]

[Although the boy was a little unhappy, he didn't care about the marriage contract anyway, and pretended that he hadn't come, preparing to travel around the continent.]

[But that aristocrat thought that having someone who had a marriage contract with their eldest daughter living in the world would have a bad connection to the political marriage, so they interfered with everything the boy did—if he wanted to practice martial arts, they sent people to prevent him from going to the martial arts gym, if he wanted to study, they made it impossible for him to join the academy, if he wanted to join an adventure team, the adventure team was threatened and didn't dare to accept him.]

[In the end, this large aristocratic family even wanted to kill this boy for possible future profits.]

God said so: [Can you see any right or wrong from this story?]

"They don't communicate, they don't talk properly."

Alan took a deep breath, calmed down, thought for a while, and said: "They originally only needed to communicate with each other, know each other's thoughts, and the two sides could part peacefully."

"Verbal insults may just be bad family education, but if you kill someone, it's a big mistake… and all of this originates from the original sin of arrogance, the existence that considers themselves powerful, unwilling to understand the hearts of others."

Speaking of this, Alan suddenly realized something, he raised his head and looked above the high sky.

In the sky covered with sand and dust, at the very top of the sky, in the Day and Night Pantheon where the gods lived… how willing were those gods to understand the hearts of mortals?

In this multiverse, how many strong people are willing to bend down and listen to the voices of the world?

[Most importantly, they actually think they are right.]

Elias's voice rang out, awakening Alan who was solemnly staring at the high sky. He said calmly: [They think that everything the martial arts boy did was abominable, he should obediently be humiliated, obediently take the initiative to break the engagement, obediently be manipulated, suppressed, and even killed by them.]

[Because the existence of the martial arts boy hindered them from obtaining greater benefits, so they hated him, thinking that it was the other party's fault, that the other party was deliberately hindering them—even if the martial arts boy actually did nothing, he was just alive.]

"What was the final ending?"

Alan was silent for a while, and a faint voice was calling in his heart. He suddenly thought of Eve.

——Isn't Eve like this? She was just alive, just because she had no parents, so she became a human pillar. Her happiness was regarded as wrong, and was completely wiped out and trampled…

Not only that, not only this life's Eve, but also more, real Eve, that real reason…

But all of this was a momentary impulse, like an illusion. Alan endured the intense sense of déjà vu and continued to ask: "Did the boy become very strong and take revenge, or was he killed?"

[Neither.]

Elias's voice became a little humorous at this moment: [Do you know why this incident didn't become a real story in the end?]

[Because the old man who taught martial arts in the mountains was actually a Sword Saint. The Sword Saint old man followed his disciple all the way. He originally wanted to see how long his disciple could endure, and how long he could temper his character.]

[But who knew that when that large aristocratic family exhausted its ability to suppress him, and the martial arts boy was about to get a chance encounter and slap them in the face, it was this old man who couldn't hold back his temper even more than the boy. In a fit of anger, he raised his sword and killed all the members of that large aristocratic family.]

[Then there was no then. This is naturally also wrong. There must be innocent people among the members of the large aristocratic family, and also, it had not really reached the point of intentional murder, and many people did not deserve to die.]

[However, arrogant people encounter even more arrogant people, and mistakes meet mistakes. The weaker party always has to pay a greater price.]

Alan was silent. He didn't expect that the ending of this story would be like this, full of gray humor.

But he still sighed.

Taking advantage of this time, Elias seemed to be talking to himself.

[To deal with other correctness, you need to discuss, you need to show it, and sometimes you will even have guilt.]

He said: [But to deal with mistakes, don't have guilt, and don't think about reasoning, just draw your sword and cut it down.]

[How much correctness is there in this world? Most people act according to their desires, or are bewitched and deceived by others. There are always few people who can truly understand the truth in their hearts, even if they are misunderstood by others, and regarded as aliens, they must realize their dreams.]

[Being assimilated by others is not a bad thing, but at least you must know which collective you belong to, and not like them.]

[Being played by the gods, but not knowing it.]

After a long silence, Alan still asked the last question weakly: "Why, why do the gods do this… why do they create such a world?"

However, the hand holding his saber was tightly pressed on the hilt.

[It's very simple.]

Elias stood by Alan's side, God was with His apostle, He smiled and guided: [They are wrong, so there is no need to understand any reasons, just like people don't understand fools—as Candlelight, what we have to do is arrest them all.]

[Now, Alan, my apostle, fulfill the agreement between you and me.]

[Go defeat them, with the correct means.]

On the earth.

The Shadow Envoy was fighting against the light-armored soldiers who were burning their lives. The shadows around him had condensed into a visible cloud of the underworld, which formed a wall, blocking the cutting and slashing of the three soldiers' brilliant light swords.

However, suddenly, at the entrance of the village, a breath rose up, causing him to look sideways.

"Is that the boy who awakened the happiness of the Child of Darkmoon?"

The Shadow Envoy could naturally recognize Alan's identity through the village chief's description, but he was a little surprised at this moment: "Strange, how did he get close to the village?"

At this moment, Gray Hill Village had been filled with an incomparably thick shadow and light divine power. The hymns and praises of both sides were intertwined in the world, turning into a chaotic vortex of melody. In this chaotic field, ordinary people could only be silent, because any sound they made would be attacked by the dual divine power, let alone act.

But Alan was holding a long saber and approaching them step by step, as if that almost tangible melody field did not exist.

Buzz——

But then, whether it was the Shadow Envoy or the light-armored soldiers, they all heard a slight sound.

It was like a slightly vibrating bell, or like a sharp whistling siren.

The young boy, the apprentice Candlelight, tightly grasped the long saber in his hand, and for the first time, tried to issue a warning to the entire world, the gods who represented the natural order of the world, and their envoys.

His saber was burning with raging flames, as if to burn all the darkness in the world.

"What is that power?!"

"Blazing light divine power, but it's not the same as the White Day Goddess's divine power…"

"What's going on, it's clearly the power of light, why is our divine power also being suppressed?!"

In the next instant, an incomparably bright, burning saber light burst out from the boy, like a thunder that split all the dark clouds and haze, piercing a hole in the sandstorm and the sky. The thick cloud layer was directly split by this slash, and incomparable power rushed towards the Shadow Envoy's location!

"You are wrong." Such a judgment came from the human world on the earth.

"You are wrong."

In the sky, such a voice also rang out, as if some huge existence was laughing loudly: "Did you hear that? Gods of the Chapters, you can stop me for a while, but if you don't correct your mistakes, you will be defeated by me."

"Because you have done many unrighteous things, bound all living beings, arbitrarily tampered with fate, interfered with freedom and happiness, and even the right to dream."

Rumbling sounds came from the sky that no one could reach, accompanied by the angry roars of the gods, but that laughter was still clear and bright, with determination: "So you should all be arrested!"

Like thunder that scatters dark clouds.

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