Chapter 692 - 79: The Greatness of Will

Chapter 692: Chapter 79: The Greatness of Will

His body was gone, leaving only a writhing mass of flesh and blood that barely held a human shape.

Celeine, Elarius, and Valerius were not in any better shape.

They, too, had been reduced to masses of flesh and blood.

They struggled to resist, using what little power they had left to maintain their undying nature, preventing their bodies from completely disintegrating.

Then, they looked at each other.

No words were needed.

Three thousand years of fighting side-by-side meant they no longer needed words.

A flash of determination appeared in Aurelius’s eyes, a slight smile graced Celeine’s lips, Elarius nodded, and Valerius’s sole remaining eyeball twitched.

It was a wonder how these tattered lumps of flesh could even make so many gestures.

But move they did.

Their Divine Blood burned. Their will burned.

Four streams of golden light erupted from their bodies simultaneously, merging into a single torrent that rushed toward Cheris.

Cheris was about to counterattack.

But to her surprise, the attack tore open a rift right in front of her.

It was pitch-black inside, with only pinpricks of light twinkling in the distance—like a night sky, a deep sea, or the edge of the universe.

This was the world beyond worlds.

The boundary between worlds, a place of chaotic space-time where the Laws failed.

The four Demigods barely managed to reform their physical bodies.

Aurelius was the first to charge in.

Celeine followed close behind, her silver-white hair fluttering from what remained of her skull.

Elarius and Valerius entered side-by-side.

Only there could they buy more time, only there could they avoid being crushed by Cheris one by one like ants.

Cheris watched the rift close after the four Demigods had entered, a cold sneer flashing in her jade-green eyes.

Aurelius knew her well enough to be certain she would pursue them.

Their gamble paid off.

Cheris extended her right hand, pointing her index finger.

The finger was coated in jet-black nail polish, which glinted coldly under the moonlight.

She traced a light line in the air with that finger.

Like a knife slicing through paper.

[Spatial Cutting]

The membrane of the world split open silently beneath her fingertip, revealing the pitch-black, star-dusted void behind it.

She withdrew her finger, then stepped through.

The corners of her deep blue Magic Robe billowed behind her, its golden patterns shimmering with one last gleam in the darkness.

Then everything was swallowed by the darkness.

...

Murphy’s cocoon had already flown over five villages.

With each one it passed, the cocoon grew a little larger and a little brighter.

The ancient Warriors who had awakened from their graves, the villagers who had stood guard beside them—one by one, they merged into that vast net. Their will, their memories, the information sealed within their very flesh and blood, all of it converged deep within Murphy’s consciousness.

The cocoon grew ever larger and brighter, like a budding star, slowly moving across the night sky of the Kronos plane.

130%, 135%, 140%, 145%—his Dao Transformation Level was skyrocketing, and the refinement count of the Profound Origin Nine Refinements Spirit Forging Chapter was increasing.

By the time the cocoon rose above the fifth village, his Dao Transformation Level had reached 150%.

At the same time, the Profound Origin Nine Refinements Spirit Forging Chapter quietly broke through to the Fifth Refinement.

Statistically, the Mind Furnace’s performance had only tripled, but the speed at which it could deduce the Yin-Yang Law had increased by more than a hundredfold.

The reason for this was also very simple.

A computer requires step-by-step calculations; the process must be laid out in full.

Even a quantum computer is no exception—it still needs to compute step by step, requiring immense processing power and consuming vast amounts of Energy.

But the brain’s intuition and comprehension are nonlinear. It skips the intermediate steps, saving immense amounts of Energy in the process while arriving directly at the answer through chaotic computation.

It was as if a puzzle piece had automatically fallen into place at just the right moment.

Murphy had gathered the wisdom of the masses, piecing together a more complete inner landscape, and in turn, the universe’s outer landscape reflected more complete information back to him.

He instantly obtained one result after another for the combinations of Yin-Yang Dao Patterns.

Just like those peerless geniuses with astonishing comprehension.

A moment of enlightenment, and the answer was immediately his.

The only thing he needed to do was verify it with the Mind Furnace afterward.

Furthermore, the information from the inner landscape, combined with the memories stored within the natives’ Divine Blood, revealed the secrets of this world to Murphy.

Inside the cocoon, a Crimson light flowed gently.

Murphy opened his golden, slitted pupils and looked at the sleeping Saladin beside him.

"Saladin," Murphy said.

Saladin’s eyes snapped open. Now clear and bright, they turned to the Dark Gold dragon. "My Lord?"

"Three thousand years ago... you actually made a plan to sever the Star Realm."

Saladin was stunned.

On his face, which was gradually regaining its youth, his eyes were filled with confusion. "Sever the Star Realm? My Lord, what are you talking about? How could I not know?"

Murphy didn’t answer.

A band of Crimson light extended from the cocoon wall and connected to the spot between Saladin’s eyebrows.

The information—extracted from his own memories, supplemented by the bloodlines of the other villagers, gathered from the ancient Warriors of the four graveyards, and drawn from the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi of Kronos—surged into Saladin’s consciousness like a tidal wave.

Saladin’s body went rigid.

His eyes flew wide, his pupils trembling violently, his lips quivering.

His eyes reddened.

Hot tears welled up in his once-cloudy eyes, streamed down his cheeks, and dripped onto the Crimson wall of the cocoon, creating small ripples. "So that’s how it was... So that’s how it was... That was the plan all those years ago..."

Murphy watched him, his golden, slitted pupils showing no ripple of emotion.

He waited a long time until Saladin’s breathing had steadied before speaking. "To sever a world with will... is that really possible?"

Saladin looked at the Dark Gold dragon, tears still glistening in his eyes. "My Lord, we failed to do it three thousand years ago. But three thousand years later—perhaps it is possible."

Murphy said, "Three thousand years later?"

Saladin nodded and continued, "Will is the greatest power in the world. Our will has been passed down through our bloodline, not just because of the Divine Blood, but because of our own unwavering resolve. Generation after generation, millennium after millennium. As long as the will endures, nothing is impossible."

Murphy was silent for a moment.

’In the past, based on my understanding, will was merely a product of the material world. An unwavering will was just a petrified thought pattern, like ossifying one’s mind to achieve eternal stasis—nothing remarkable. But now, the information I’ve received from my inner landscape reflecting the outer one has taught me more. Great beings once existed in this world who performed earth-shattering deeds, weakening the distance between worlds. And among them, the traveling god who connected the minds of myriad realms through the gaps between worlds had also bestowed upon will the power to change the world.’

Murphy slowly began to speak:

"Where the heart yearns, it remains unmoved through a thousand calamities; where the will aims, the very stars can be shifted. To gather the will of the masses is to sunder the firmament; to unite the hearts of the people is to break the celestial ladder. Three thousand years of blood and fire have not been extinguished, a flame passed down through a hundred generations—this is truly the greatest power in all of creation."

Saladin’s pupils trembled slightly.

He couldn’t understand the meaning of the syllables, but he understood what was in that voice.

It was praise. It was an anthem.

He lowered his head, placing a smooth, unwrinkled hand on his chest, feeling the heart that had slumbered for three thousand years begin to beat once more in his chest—once, then again, each beat stronger than the last.

Crimson light seeped from the cocoon’s walls, dyeing the surrounding air a shade of scarlet.

The villagers sleeping within the cocoon—Elders, children, women, Warriors—their bodies began to glow faintly in the light, like lamps being lit.

Light poured from their bodies, converged into Murphy, and then poured out from him again.

151%, 152%, 153%...

The body of the cocoon shuddered, and the crimson light flared brilliantly once more as it tore through the sky toward the sixth village.

Like an inextinguishable star, it streaked across the night sky of the Kronos plane, drawing a Crimson trail that connected the past to the future.