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Translator: AnubisTL
Dionysius Spencer closed the screen displaying Jieming and leaned back languidly in a chair composed of pure energy, idly twirling a transparent force field sphere in his hand.
Within the sphere, a miniaturized figure roared silentlyāthe Blade God, whom he had captured alive.
Once a supreme Holy God, the Blade God now struggled futilely, like an insect trapped in amber.
Dionysius Spencer's gaze pierced through the force field, directly accessing the deepest fragments of the Blade God's soul.
Ancient secrets, sealed by the dust of timeāsecrets even the Blade God himself might have forgottenāunfolded before him one by one.
After years of searching, Dionysius Spencer had finally found what he sought.
A vision reconstructed itself in his mind: countless millennia ago, the Lord of the Void Domain Plane clashed with the Lord of the Holy Continent, who had crossed through a space gate.
The battle between these two seventh-tier beings shook heaven and earth, causing the very fabric of the plane to tremble.
Just as the Lord of the Void Domain Plane was on the verge of defeat and annihilation, the four "subordinate gods" who had accompanied the Lord of the Holy Continent launched a treacherous surprise attack against their own master!
They sought to play the role of the opportunistic fisherman, but they severely underestimated the terror of a Lord of the World.
Even at the end of his strength, the Lord of the Holy Continent's casual counterattack instantly left the four subordinate gods critically wounded and on the brink of death.
However, this sudden betrayal gave the Lord of the Void Domain Plane a sliver of hope.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, he detonated his own origin core along with his opponent's... In the end, both seventh-tier beings perished together.
But could a Lord of the World truly be annihilated so easily?
In his final moments, the Lord of the Holy Continent completely disintegrated his remaining essenceāwill, flesh, soul, and lawātransforming it into the white mist that now permeated the entire plane.
This was an incredibly sophisticated survival technique. Theoretically, as long as these "mist" fragments representing his origin could return to the Holy Continent where he was born and absorb the world's origin power, they could slowly reconstitute his divine body and resurrect him.
The four severely wounded subordinate gods sensed the life force and restorative power within the white mist, and they were seized by terror.
They knew all too well that if their master were to revive, they would face a reckoning far more terrifying than death itself.
In a panic, they fled back to the Holy Continent and forcibly sealed the World Gate, severing the white mist's path of return.
Thus, the Holy Continent's Lord of the World's resurrection process was forcibly interrupted, stalling halfway through.
Yet fortune often hides within misfortune. This disruption yielded an unexpected outcome: over countless eons, the entity incarnated as the white mist unconsciously continued to fuse with the scattered origin of the fallen Lord of the Void Domain and the Void Domain Plane's ambient energy.
It grew increasingly vast and condensed, its essence slowly evolving toward a higher realmāthe eighth-tier.
However, because it was a chaotic amalgamation of two seventh-tier beings' origins, lacking a dominant consciousness, its soul essence remained fragmented. This prevented it from truly crossing the heavenly chasm and achieving complete eighth-tier status.
In essence, the seemingly harmless white mist that enveloped both planes was a unique chaotic entity, a "half-step eighth-tier" being.
When Dionysius Spencer accidentally discovered the Void Domain Plane and sensed the white mist's anomaly, he immediately recognized its unparalleled value.
To this seventh-tier wizard, studying a creature attempting to advance to the eighth-tier, with its evolution "frozen" midway, held even greater research significance than studying a fully realized eighth-tier being.
This meant he could dissect the entire transition process from seventh-tier to eighth-tier like a specimen, observing and analyzing every detail: the evolution of laws, the condensation of energy, the sublimation of will... Each piece of information was invaluable.
Thus, he planned and led this expedition.
Opening the space gate and conquering the Holy Continent weren't about acquiring resources.
The true objective was to create an environment where the white mistārepresenting the origin of this "half-step eighth-tier" beingācould spread unhindered across the Holy Continent.
By simulating its originally intended "return" path, he aimed to stimulate its evolutionary process, allowing him to observe and study this miracle in its entirety.
"How pathetic and laughable," Dionysius Spencer murmured, withdrawing his gaze from the depths of the Blade God's memories. He glanced mockingly at the divine being still struggling futilely within the force field sphere. "Betraying everything for power, then sealing yourself away in fear. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, yet even your old wounds remain unhealed. Truly... a waste of space."
He casually tossed the Sealed Orb aside, letting it float in the starlight.
At this stage, everything was progressing smoothly.
The white mist was spreading according to plan, and research data flowed in steadily.
The divine beings captured by the other three fourth-tier wizards posed no immediate threat. With their methods, it would take them eons to extract ancient secrets of comparable magnitude from those shattered souls.
The minor incident with Jieming had also been resolved. The white mist the boy had collected could be considered "payment" for borrowing his fate's trajectory. The ripples in destiny had already subsided.
Now, the only remaining question that lingered in his mind...
"Those four 'otherworlds' conquered by the holy servants..." Dionysius Spencer's gaze pierced through layers of space, as if focusing on the elusive World Gate whose location remained untraceable.
After careful examination, Dionysius Spencer confirmed that the World Gate of the Holy Continent lacked the inherent ability to actively connect to other planes.
The Blade God's memories corroborated this, revealing that their Lord of the World had not endowed the gate with such a function during its creation.
"So, it wasn't the gate connecting to them, but rather... they actively connected to the gate," Dionysius Spencer murmured, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Four planes, acting in unison, simultaneously connecting to a closed-off plane with limited resources?
Moreover, according to the Blade God's memories, these four worlds were so resource-poor that their "divine beings" had been unable to restore their peak-stage power for centuries.
This pattern didn't resemble plunder; it was more like... establishing an outpost?
Or perhaps, a transit station!
"Coordinated action, clear objectives, organized behavior..." Dionysius Spencer tapped his fingers lightly on the energy chair's armrest, creating a silent rhythm. "It seems some reckless little insects have caught a whiff of something and are trying to... pull off some tricks right under the wizard civilization's nose."
A chilling, icy smile spread across his face.
He never hesitated to assume the worst possible motives when considering potential threats lurking beneath the surface.
"In that case, this 'unexpected discovery' must be reported to 'the higher-ups'."
As he made his decision, an invisible, heavily encrypted message, carried by his willpower, pierced through the endless void, hurtling toward the power core of the Star Ring Federation.
The conquest of the Holy Continent and the Void Domain Plane was entering its final stages.
The large-scale battles had ended, leaving mostly the tedious work of resource inventory, slave resettlement, and establishing long-term governance.
For Jieming, the gains from this campaign had far exceeded his expectations, making further delay pointless.
While both planes still held untapped value, these scattered resources and profits paled in comparison to the Self-Stabilizing Field Regulation Protocolāhis veritable money tree.
With a stable annual income of over one hundred million military merits, Jieming now had the freedom to choose his battles, no longer needing to waste his energy on mere scraps.
The final stages of the planar war saw relaxed regulations, allowing personnel to come and go more freely.
Jieming's quiet departure caused barely a ripple in the still-bustling expeditionary force camp.
Like a drop of water into the sea, he slipped silently through the interplanar teleportation network, returning to his Golden Garden on the Elosia Plane.
After more than eighty years of absence, his laboratory remained in perfect working order.
The maintenance automaton faithfully executed all the instructions Jieming had set before his departure, maintaining the magical formation, tending the garden, and keeping all research projects in a state of suspended animation, awaiting reactivation.
After a swift inspection confirmed everything was in order, Jieming didn't linger. He strode through the private teleportation gate within the tower, stepping into his own personal worldāthe Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
The familiar, acrid stench of sulfur-laden hot wind assaulted his senses.
Eighty years was but a fleeting moment in the life of a plane.
As he surveyed the landscape, the crimson earth, churning lava rivers, and twisted jungles of sulfur crystals remained virtually unchanged from when he had left.
Even the chaos crystal he had specially placed in the hatchery as cores for the Black Giants had merely transitioned from dormancy to emitting a faint, eerie glow.
After a thorough examination, Jieming sighed in frustration. "They've only completed the initial energy saturation... The true incubation and formation are still a distant prospect."
Jieming understood that cultivating a war weapon like the Black Giant, with its limited energy supply, would inevitably be a long and arduous process.
After briefly reviewing his backlog of pending tasks, Jieming couldn't help but feel a sense of "blissful frustration."
The list of tasks requiring his personal attention was overwhelming: installing the planned seventh-tier large elemental pool on the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, conducting in-depth research on the numerous rare biological samples and unique materials brought back from the two conquered planes, deciphering the essence of the mysterious and powerful "white mist," optimizing the Black Giant's design based on new insights, refining his own combat system, designing and mass-producing new reconnaissance-class expendable units...
What had initially seemed like a lengthy two-hundred-year standard rest period now felt woefully inadequate, even "brief," when compared to this daunting list.
Jieming chuckled wryly, realizing how his perception of time had been subtly reshaped by his long life as a wizard.
Two centuries, an unfathomably long span to mortals, now felt like a resource to be meticulously managed.
(End of the Chapter)
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