novelraw #152 - Section 152
#152 - Section 152
People only pay more attention to the places they were born.
I asked some sufficiently old demons and found that several of them also had similar memories: the layers they were born in, and some layers they had visited, had disappeared.
But these demons would only be puzzled for a moment, and then forget about it as the battle horns sounded and they threw themselves into the fight.
Speaking of which, their lives were truly mindless and happy.
The mages of the Arcane Council, however, recorded these messages and, after further investigation, found a layer adjacent to a certain sealed layer.
But they couldn't enter it either.
They could only establish a camp and call on the Eternal Night Empress for strategic support.
After the Eternal Night Empress arrived, she carefully sensed the power of the seal and opened her eyes.
"Your Majesty, what have you discovered?"
"I have discovered nothing."
The Empress revealed a puzzled expression, "This isn't the work of any of the Seven Gods."
"Then... what should we do?" The Arcane Council was also dumbfounded. Even the Empress had no solution?
The Eternal Night Empress chose a simple and crude method of verification:
Forcefully break the door and see what's inside. Wouldn't that solve the mystery?
A delicate white hand was raised, and the magical resonance caused the entire layer to vibrate, causing countless demons to flee in terror, instinctively moving away from the camp.
The magic power of a near-god forcibly tore apart the blockade of the strange laws, revealing the hidden abyssal layer.
Chapter 133: What Exactly Are the Seven Gods Doing?
A stretch of azure blue, like a false painting, without a single wave, as if the sea were forever still.
It was vast and boundless, with no land or sky in sight.
It was clear, yet one could never see the bottom, and there were no creatures in the seawater.
A cute little boy with short black hair struggled to emerge from the void, and then immediately turned around, using his short, stubby hands to close the rift, then breathed a sigh of relief.
Even though there was no one around, and he couldn't even sense the presence of any living thing, he was as vigilant as a thief who had entered the imperial palace.
Subsequently, the black-haired boy cautiously flew over the sea, always keeping a centimeter's distance from the surface, and occasionally looking down at his feet to confirm there were no errors before slowly continuing forward.
The only world in the entire multiverse that could make the most powerful God of Knowledge among the Seven Gods so cautious was:
The Source Sea.
The origin of all rules, all souls, and all matter in this multiverse, the starting point for the creation of all planes.
That seemingly clear seawater was not water at all, but rather a source essence that existed between the mental and material states.
Even a being as powerful as the God of Knowledge would be assimilated if they touched the source essence, becoming that clear water, with no life force or thought fluctuations, and their eternal and immortal life would instantly end.
Since ancient times, the existence of the Source Sea has been circulating among some ancient gods, but very few have found it, and even fewer have been able to explore, analyze, and utilize it; only one being.
The God of Knowledge suddenly stopped. Even though there were no reference points, he knew he had arrived. He softly called out, "Father God, I have arrived."
After a long time, ripples appeared on the surface of the sea, and a hooded cloak floated onto the surface, but there was no one underneath. Only a twisted shadow held the cloak up, preventing it from collapsing.
The God of Knowledge felt a pain in his heart for no reason.
He raised a hand, his palm filled with pure, light-like power of faith. As his chubby hand gently trembled, the light shattered like a broken lake surface, turning into specks of radiance that sprinkled onto the shadow.
This power of faith, contributed by countless planes and countless people, could directly give birth to a god of medium power, helping the shadow condense bones, and then flesh, skin, hair, clothes.
Finally, the shadow transformed into a tall middle-aged man with fiery red hair, radiating an imposing presence.
In the early stages of the Seven Gods' rise, his portraits were still circulating in several planes:
The creator of the Seven Gods, the God-King Amyrilas.
"Alpha, you've done well."
Amyrilas did some stretching exercises, happily extending his re-condensed body, and then condensed a thick tome at his fingertip: "This is the last batch of node information."
The God of Knowledge solemnly accepted it, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Father God, now that the nodes have been found, can you suspend the exploration of the Source Sea?"
Amyrilas' eyes flickered slightly. He turned his head away from the expectation in the black-haired boy's eyes and said softly, "There are more secrets in the Source Sea waiting for me to unlock."
"But it's too dangerous. The strength of the body you're condensing with the power of faith is getting lower and lower, and you can't resist the assimilation of the Source Sea at all. It's possible that you'll fall into it next time..."
"But I've given you everything I know. You can still fulfill our dream, can't you?"
"That's true, but I still need your guidance, Father God."
The God of Knowledge looked up at the tall figure, raised his left hand to suppress his restless right hand, and restrained his emotions, "Everything you want to know can wait until we break this box and ask the creator of the box for clarification."
Amyrilas turned his head and looked into his eyes calmly, "You should know very well that breaking the box may lead us to the outside world, or it may lead to our death in a collapse."
"The latter is a low-probability event..."
"Don't deceive yourself. The two results are fifty-fifty. So, if we can grasp more information here, it's always good." Amyrilas narrowed his eyes and thumped his chest heroically, "Don't worry, if I melt in this sea, it must be because an important discovery has made me lose my way, and our connection will definitely allow you to receive my last gift."
He reached out his hand, wanting to rub the black-haired boy's head, but it was rudely brushed away.
The God of Knowledge was a little angry, "Father God, I don't want a gift, I just want you to live forever."
A light flashed in Amyrilas' eyes, and the God of Knowledge's body stiffened.
Somewhat mischievously, he finally managed to rub the little boy's head as he wished.
The black hair was short, hard, and a little prickly, which made him laugh.
Children grow up, starting from gradually having their own ideas, right?
"What's the meaning of eternal life? Like those clay idol gods lost in faith, watching the unchanging struggles of mortals? I've seen too much, and now I just want to go outside and take a look."
Amyrilas scratched his hair, "Alpha, you're a good boy, but you're still too young compared to me, so you don't understand how angry I was when I looked back at my manipulated fate."
"But you're always very calm."
"Because a long time will wear down emotions, and I must adhere to a belief so that I won't sink into the chaotic power of faith of all beings."
The God of Knowledge recalled his father's early teachings and softly recited, "Faith is the foundation of the gods' strength, and faith is the beginning of the gods' destruction."
Amyrilas laughed, "So, all I've been doing is talking to the person who pushed me onto this path. Is it interesting to manipulate my fate like this? Or is it playing some stage play to add some after-dinner fun for those bored people outside the box?"
"But you also said that even if we break the box, we may not be able to jump out of it. We are too weak in the face of the creator of this world, just like this Source Sea. We know its power, but we can't use it at all. But he only needs a thought to easily reshape the rules of the entire multiverse."
"It seems that you have also noticed the chaos and contradictions at the bottom of the world. It does seem to have been made hastily." Amyrilas laughed, "The creator is powerful, but he must also abide by the rules, otherwise, judging by the things we have done, we would have returned to the Source Sea long ago."
Simple conquest, plundering faith, and killing countless lives are just small ripples to the multiverse.
But Amyrilas is guiding the Seven Gods to use the methods he has learned from the Source Sea to return those node planes to the initial chaos of creation, directly knocking out their existence, turning them into "emptiness."
This is like smashing the load-bearing wall of a tall building.
Even if the building is extremely strong and has many backup measures and design redundancies, when he discovers that all the node planes he has found have been knocked out, it will inevitably trigger a terrible chain reaction.
A new life, or the most thorough destruction.
Even if it means eternal silence, he wants to see the world outside the box and has been working hard for it.
"Perhaps this is also part of the creator's stage play?" the God of Knowledge asked back.
Amyrilas said firmly, "I can now clearly distinguish whether I am being manipulated, and then resist it. So even if the creator wants to play tricks outside the rules, he can only deploy them elsewhere, setting up super-standard chess pieces."
"Regarding the creator's chess pieces, do you have any guidance for me, Father God?" the God of Knowledge asked solemnly.
"Pay more attention to people who are not in the River of Fate."
"Anything else?"
"Nothing else. The creator comes from a higher-dimensional world, beyond my ability to speculate."
"I understand, but I believe we will definitely win."
Amyrilas suddenly laughed, "Alpha, you are arrogant... your definition of victory is too optimistic!"
The black-haired boy lowered his head, "Please teach me, Father God."
Amyrilas reached out his hand and gently stroked the top of his head. This time, the God of Knowledge did not dodge or resist.
A gentle voice came softly: "Don't let praise and worship blind you. We are not gods. We are just stronger ants, just trapped beasts trying to bite open this cage. As long as it's not the ending the creator and his kind want to see, even if it's destruction, it's our victory."
The God of Knowledge said, "Just like in an experiment, if there are no products in the end, proving that this path is not feasible is also a great discovery."
"Alpha, your time is up." Amyrilas narrowed his eyes. The evaporated 'water vapor' from the Source Sea was absorbed by the God of Knowledge, and the God of Knowledge's seemingly childish but powerful body already showed signs of virtualization.
The more node planes that are knocked out, the stronger the power of the Source Sea becomes.
This is also why, even for a God-King, exploring the Source Sea is becoming increasingly dangerous.
"Father God, I look forward to seeing you next time."
The God of Knowledge nodded, holding the tome, tore through space, and returned to the Void Between Worlds.
Amyrilas watched him go, his figure gradually sinking into the sea. He took a deep breath and then disappeared, heading deeper into the sea to explore.
In the vast ruins that existed since the creation of this world, he had to search with great effort to find valuable information.
It's as difficult as finding a brand new, latest flagship phone in a mountain of garbage.
The God of Knowledge walked heavily towards his room, merging the newly obtained thick book into the heavy, ancient tome spread out on the table.
In his eyes, this was not a book, but a specific and micro three-dimensional structure diagram.
An exquisite and complex fourteen-order Rubik's Cube, connected by gears, hinges, levers, and pistons, constantly rotating, twisting, and combining into various patterns and designs under the impetus of the Source Sea.
But now, many places have traces of corrosion by black rust.
Those are the node planes 'transformed' by the Seven Gods.
Now, Amyrilas has added a new batch of newly confirmed node planes, marked with a special red color.
The God of Knowledge thought about the connections between these planes and began a new round of strategy.
How to consume the least power of faith and occupy as many planes as possible.
Roger felt that the Seven Gods' side was unstoppable, and the Eternal Night Empress dreamed of the unstoppable side of the Divine Kingdom's angel legions pouring down like heavenly fire.
But in fact, the Seven Gods also felt that their power was stretched thin in the face of the God-King's grand goal, and every step required careful calculation.
But the Seven Gods held the structural diagram of this fourteen-order Rubik's Cube, representing that, because of Amyrilas' exploration of the Source Sea, the Seven Gods' camp had an information advantage that no gods had ever possessed in the past.
This was also a belief that those gods who only knew faith in the past never had.
"Having come this far, have we rebels become the ancient and outdated evil spirits in the eyes of those new generations?"
The God of Knowledge tilted his head, revealing a smile, and began to outline complex thin lines on the fourteen-order Rubik's Cube.
The next stage of offensive strategy for the Seven Gods' camp.
That world called 'Eternal Night' is also one of the red marks strung together by these thin lines.
......
......
Endless Abyss, a certain layer that cannot be entered.
The Eternal Night Empress forcibly broke the door, leading the elite squad of the Arcane Council, fortified with protective magic, through the rift that seemed to absorb even light and seemed to hide earth-shattering secrets.
Then they were all stunned.
What was presented before them was...
Nothing.
A void!
Everyone had worried that behind the door was the Seven Gods' secret training base, with hybrid demons with angel wings all over the mountains and plains, each with legendary strength, and as soon as the door opened, countless meteor showers would bombard their faces.
Or believers who had been transformed, praying frantically and obsessively, while praying and giving birth to children. The children were planted in the soil and grew rapidly. A few minutes later, another new believer who could pray would grow up...
Or the Goddess of War would show a mocking smile and say to the Eternal Night Empress, little cutie, you finally walked right into our trap.
Or something was a new divine magic they had never seen before, transforming into a terrifying scene that was not suitable for the outside world to see.
In short, the Seven Gods closed the door so tightly. There must be a reason, right? They must be brewing a big move, right?
As a result, none of the pictures they predicted appeared.
In front of them was emptiness, as empty as the Astral Realm.