Chapter 107: The End of the Road(5)
The Wild God was silent for a moment, then it said, “The Divine Advent… a crumbling destruction… all life severed…”
Bai frowned. The language barrier was a problem. But she could still, vaguely, understand what it was trying to say.
In its fleeting thoughts, she saw the crumbling earth of the Promised Land, a terrifying cataclysm.
The Divine Advent had not only destroyed the Promised Land, but the ensuing natural disasters had also cut off all escape routes.
Most beings had been unable to leave. They had either fled before the calamity had arrived, or they had been powerful beings, like Zi, who had had the strength to escape.
Even a being as powerful as the Wild God had only had a slim chance of survival.
…Of course, they didn’t know that all their struggles had been in vain.
Even if they had escaped the Place of Divine Advent, the fate of destruction had still clung to them, a relentless shadow.
In other words, at this point in time, the normal path to the Place of Divine Advent had been completely cut off. The Promised Land, consumed by destruction, was now an isolated island in the void.
“Phew… this time… it’s a bit too late,” Bai sighed. But she hadn’t chosen this time. To have survived the chaotic river of time, to not have been torn apart by its rifts, was a miracle in itself.
As if sensing her attention had shifted, the Wild God also sighed in relief.
To be stared at by a Dream Fox of the World Ender Class… it was worse than death. If she had been in a more playful mood, it would have been an endless torment.
“Fox… also… ask…”
The Wild God’s rumbling voice echoed, its strange, disjointed language still a bit difficult for Bai to understand.
(In the future, the Wild God’s speech would become more normal, likely due to the influence of Queen Arachne.)
“I have no more questions. You can stay here,” Bai said, waving her hand, and the “Real Dream” around them dissipated.
She had a certain degree of freedom in this time, but she couldn’t act recklessly.
Otherwise, she would have just killed Queen Arachne and the Wild God here, and the battle at the Wild God Altar would have never happened.
The Wild God, as if granted a pardon, immediately forced its consciousness into a state of slumber, afraid of being pulled into another dream.
The massive eye on the hill slowly closed, and the surrounding earth and stones covered it, returning everything to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
“If I could go back to the moment the Wild God descended on Solor, perhaps I could see something—wait!”
She thought for a moment, and then she remembered another major event, one she had learned about from Nimora—the extinction of the Fairy race, which was not far off from this point in time.
It was likely that the Wild God’s accidental arrival on Solor had provided a void anchor for the main branches of the Fairy and Elven races, which had led to the fairies’ rebellion, and the subsequent series of tragedies.
“If I were to move forward in time a bit, I could see the moment the main branches arrived on Solor… yes, that’s it!”
Her brow, which had been furrowed, now relaxed slightly, her expression serious.
She was now in a dream body, created by “Time Dream.” And “Time Dream” had a weakness. She couldn’t go back to the same period twice.
A duplicate dream body would cause a temporal paradox, a collapse of space-time. The river of time would annihilate such a possibility before it could even happen.
So, she couldn’t go back to the moment the Wild God had descended. But she could move her dream body forward in time.
“But if I do that, the time I can stay in the past will be even shorter…”
And once she returned to the present, she would have to face the awakening of God again.
And she would be forced to fight “Bai” in the Place of Divine Advent, a battle that would likely end with her consciousness being erased, leaving only a “weapon,” her body and soul, for “Bai” to use to face her own destiny.
So now, she had no other choice.
“I hope, in the last moments of this accidental journey, I can find the answers I’m looking for…”
The small, pink figure began to fade, and one of her nine tails glowed brightly.
And then, a whirlwind of color enveloped her, and she was gone.
…
“Perhaps you are making a foolish choice, Your Excellency, the Prophet of the Fairies,” a smooth, refined voice said.
The Elven King—or rather, the Elven Restrictor, as he was now called—looked at the green-haired young woman, his voice low.
Time had passed. A few decades after the Wild God’s arrival on Solor, the main branches of the Fairy and Elven races, who had fled the Promised Land, had followed its aura, and had also arrived on Solor.
The void was filled with countless worlds, but few were habitable. And they, with their remaining strength, couldn’t afford another escape.
Only a safe world, like the current Solor, would they dare to descend upon.
And upon their arrival, they had quickly found the exiled Bewildering Forest races and had demanded their submission.
The elves, at the High Priestess’s tacit approval, had submitted. The former Elven King had been stripped of his title, and was now just a “Restrictor.”
But the fairies had chosen to fight. Green Lolita, who had now become the Fairy Prophet, had gone to the elven territory, intending to convince the High Priestess Nimora to join her, but had been stopped by the Restrictor.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself? Former King,” Green Lolita sneered. She was a straightforward person, and she did not hide her contempt for him.
To have his title stripped, to willingly submit to those outsiders…
“It is only a temporary retreat, a submission. This is also the High Priestess’s wish. I have followed her teachings,” he replied, his tone calm, unfazed by her taunts.
“Hmph… I want to see Nimora,” she said, her hand glowing with a strange, green light. “If you intend to stop me…”
“A misunderstanding, Your Excellency, the Prophet. I was just offering a friendly warning,” he said, stepping aside, a gesture of submission.
He knew Green Lolita was no fool. Her power was on par with the High Priestess’s. He couldn’t stop her.
“And besides, the High Priestess would never agree to her plan. She’s still too young…”
He watched as Green Lolita entered the elven territory, and sighed.
But just then, he saw a flash of pink light in the distance, a fleeting, ethereal image. He blinked, and it was gone.
“…An illusion?”
