Chapter 296 - 296 276 Tailwind

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296: Chapter 276: Tailwind 296: Chapter 276: Tailwind In the era of the great voyages, when sailing was still the main mode of transportation, the direction of the wind was sometimes the most important factor. Those who sailed with the wind thrived, while those who sailed against the wind perished. But no one could sail against or with the wind all the time. Even the most skilled helmsman could not summon favorable winds. They would “adapt to the timing,” always living longer than novices. In adverse winds, they would lower their sails, move forward cautiously, or find shelter on a small island, and that was the way to survive. In favorable winds, they would set sail and cover a thousand miles in a day, seizing every opportunity. So when would the favorable winds come… “When the adverse winds end, the natural moment of favorable winds…” Today, Lu Ping’an has met the end of the adverse wind at a time he cannot even be sure of. After a great misfortune comes great luck. The rare moment of favorable winds brought him “luck” and helped him avoid a big trouble. While Lu Ping’an was still busy in the Exotic Secret Realm, the “airport” of the ancient city had just received a group of foreign visitors. Under their grey robes were ordinary faces and figures, as well as a remarkable title. Lin Xian Su Susu was a famous and powerful figure, one of the members of the Lady of the Forest’s faction, and even considered a future demigod candidate. Unlike the remote Liu Zibei, Su “Saintess” was a core member of one of the largest sects of the Lady of the Forest, the “Pastoralists.” The difference between them was probably like that between the mayor of a remote small town and the head of a central government department. “…Has Liu Zibei’s death been confirmed?” “Yes, he not only concealed the news from above but also tried to touch the existence he should not have touched. In the end, his faith deviated, and he betrayed the guidance of my lord.” The fall of the “Balancing Disaster Beast”, such an important piece of news, was concealed by Liu Zibei. This alone could already prove his betrayal. Regarding the fate of the traitor and his end, the people around Su Susu discussed it, but it didn’t affect her work. She closed her eyes, as if observing something. But in the end, she opened her eyes and sighed in helplessness. “…The trajectory here has been completely messed up, and tracing has become impossible…” Originally, she might have been able to trace the trajectory of the fallen deity. But two simultaneous “reenactments of history” had completely disturbed the “trajectory” in this area, rendering most tracing methods meaningless. However, this alone wouldn’t convince such a rule-level powerhouse to come here personally. A large black box was opened, and a solemn and majestic sculpture of a sacred beast was lifted out. This was the statue of the Balancing Disaster Beast, a relic of the Mother Goddess cult’s main division, and also its largest piece of Divine Power Crystal. The Saintess of the Lady of the Forest pressed her pure white hand on it, squinted her eyes, and lowered her head, as if whispering something. The next moment, the sacred beast suddenly opened its eyes, and an invisible roar echoed through the world. “Forest stinking bastards!” At this moment, the “Sacred Beast”, sensing the power of its rival, let out a blasphemous roar against the deity. The sound wave of divine power echoed throughout the city, causing every believer of Lin Nu around to look very ugly, except for Su Susu, who remained calm from the beginning. She just closed her eyes and silently sensed. An invisible domain expanded, and the responses of all living beings in the city flashed by under the “impact of divine power.” It was like a super radar specifically targeting “reflections”, and with the explosion at that moment, Su Susu took the entire city into her own observation. But in the end, she could only shake her head in regret. “…No.” There was no reflection of homologous divine power, no existence of life rules, no remnants of the rival’s divine power. Everything seemed to have come to a halt in the feedback of fate. Having used up all its power in one activation, the crystal of the sacred beast had turned to ashes. But this “scan” covered the entire city, and unless she was hiding in another world, she would certainly be discovered. This method of tracing the soul directly was much more effective than any hypnosis, brainwashing, or coercion. With a helpless sigh, Su Susu stood up and walked towards her private airship. She was very busy, extremely busy. Since everything had been confirmed to end here, the Balance Disaster Beast had already unexpectedly fallen two months ago, and even the underground headquarters of the Mother Goddess cult had been taken by someone not long ago. It was confirmed that it was thoroughly finished, so there was nothing left to investigate. She also had to leave. The earlier forced method had even impacted all the “Rule-level Secret Realms,” which is to say, it had offended all professionals and local churches. “It’s a pity. Its rules, the ones my Lord has longed for…” But at the next moment, she shook her head. “…If Balance really has an heir, there will be a day when we meet again.” Deities of the same system often ended up as mortal enemies because they were competitors in every aspect. Swallowing the essence and rules of other gods is a shortcut to ascend, a necessary path to make up for one’s shortcomings, become closer to the “truth,” and approach the origin. Mortals have their limits, and so do the so-called Tenth-order gods. They constantly embrace the “truth,” but in the end, what they hold in their hands is only the part they can “understand and assimilate.” Those so-called pride sons of the heavens also have limits. They similarly observe the source of existence of the Ten Thousand Spirits, witnessing countless lives being born, competing with each other, being absorbed by the great mother, released, reorganized, and going through the process of reincarnation. Each individual gains and carries different “truths.” The Mother Goddess cult stems from the great cat’s observation of the “competition of life,” seeing countless lives fighting for each other’s existence, raising their own tiers, and believing in the natural cycle of unity of all things. The Sophist, however, is obsessed with the “reorganization” and “reincarnation” of life, focusing on the reconstruction of subtle lives, and believes that this is the essence of life. That is why the imperfect “life construction” rules exist. Lu Ping’an, on the other hand, sees the competition of countless lives, witnesses them exchanging their “advantages” in the process of reorganization, becoming stronger, and thus forms the concept of “Ten Thousand Spirits.” Can humans see the truth of the universe? No, humans can only see themselves, see the part of the “truth” they can understand or are willing to believe that is reflected in their hearts. Undoubtedly, on the path of gods, the great cat’s “rules” are more complete and closer to the existence of True Gods. However, this doesn’t mean that other “truths” are meaningless. On the contrary, using one’s own “core truth” as a starting point and continually supplementing the “truths” of other gods and rule holders can make a god closer to the complete “truth” and the true… Ten Thousand Spirits. “Ten Thousand Spirits” is a term for the limited truth observed by Lu Ping’an, and it is also a part of that great source. Even the disputes between Lu Ping’an and the great cat, or Lu Ping’an and the Sophist, are battles of “pathways,” and the victor naturally obtains the “legacy” of the loser. Lu Ping’an does not understand the secrets of these gods. He just feels that the book is very important to him, extremely important. Great cat doesn’t say it but casually mentions that Lu Ping’an should pay more attention to this… As for why she did this, whether it’s still having thoughts at the bottom of her heart, whether it’s unwillingness or just forgetting, it’s hard to say. But simply from the great cat’s emphasis on this matter, Lu Ping’an knows that this thing is definitely not simple. “It’s coming out.” Eventually, the sticky red liquid began to dry up, then turned gray, and large patches of white ash appeared, turning into meaningless dust. When all the impurities dissipated, what was left in their place was a small crystal. It wasn’t much larger than three fists, making one wonder if so much essence was wasted in vain. The hatching speed was a bit slow, as Lu Ping’an had time to run back and draw two more cards, accumulating five usable “pages” before stopping. Just when he was worried that it would not hatch and the people outside would return with no explanation, the deep red crystal finally moved. Cracks appeared on the crystal first, followed by the shards breaking off. Then, a red figure leaped out at an incredibly fast speed. Before Lu Ping’an had a chance to observe it, it rushed towards the “wreckage” on the other side with its mouth open. “Crunch.” The sounds of chewing and tearing echoed, and the wreckage disappeared at a visible speed as the starving newborn rapidly replenished the nutrients it had absorbed. The red figure that darted about also grew at a visible rate. Finally, when it became satisfied and stopped moving, Lu Ping’an had the chance to observe its appearance and shape. “It’s so ugly.” “It’s beautiful.” It seemed that a very direct disagreement on aesthetics had arisen between the great cat and Lu Ping’an.

Chapter 296 - 296 276 Tailwind

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