Chapter 2054 - 1615: Translating It All Would Take Tens of Thousands of Words

Chapter 2054: Chapter 1615: Translating It All Would Take Tens of Thousands of Words

As everyone chatted, the Ghost Guide also moved. It bypassed the Sixth Divine Star Body, chasing after the other divine stars, and quickly dove into the vast material cloud.

This material cloud was countless times larger than the Silent Death Sea. If the Silent Death Sea was a sea, then this cloud was an ocean, because the vast amount of material mixed with Incremental Fog and various energies inhibited the penetration of thought, making it difficult to find anything once inside.

Nonetheless, the Ghost Guide wasn’t deterred at all, diving headlong into the cloud. Its once boundless vision was immediately obscured by the massive quantities of material, akin to entering fog, rendering everything beyond several tens of thousands of kilometers invisible.

The Ghost Guide’s speed exceeded several tens of thousands of kilometers per second, akin to charging blindly forward, potentially colliding with hazards in mere moments. Surprisingly, its form suddenly remained constant, while its position started to shift slowly.

"Is it sliding? Ange, it’s adopting a sliding motion similar to yours in the void," Negris remarked with surprise.

Ange nodded, recognizing the technique—a method of moving using space curvature.

The void appeared empty but was actually uneven. Near the God Stars, space was narrow, while further away, it was more sparse, and encountering spatial fractures could lead to precipice-like drops.

Such variations were invisible to ordinary beings and didn’t hinder their movement—whether sparse or narrow, one either passed through or perished, making no real difference.

To someone of Ange’s level, however, these fluctuations became exploitable. By adjusting direction and applying minimal force, large bodies could surf along the spatial undulations.

While the speed wasn’t superb, nor was the path linear, the greatest benefit lay in conserving energy.

"Why would it slide like this? Its mass isn’t significant, and its speed is fast enough—wouldn’t flying be quicker?" Negris questioned.

Ursman speculated, "Perhaps it’s using this method to trace the ’wave’ direction. According to the master, space undulates due to large masses. Sliding along the undulations toward the source might uncover the hidden divine stars."

"Makes sense," everyone acknowledged Ursman’s reasoning, soon confirmed by Ange’s projected imagery.

The projection in Ange’s Consciousness Space wasn’t the imagery they usually perceived, but rather the undulating spatial lines visible only to him. Thus, in everyone’s view, the Ghost Guide was indeed surfing along the crests of the ’waves’ toward their origin.

After sliding for over ten days, the ’waves’ began forming grid patterns, indicating that two sources were generating ripples. The intersecting ripples created a grid-like formation.

"There are two divine stars in that direction," Negris pointed out.

Negris had just spoken when the waves started displaying a dual-peak distribution.

"Huh? Double-slit diffraction? More than two, at least four divine stars, and one must be large to cause such diffraction," Ursman commented.

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Negris appeared puzzled.

Ursman clearly preferred not to elaborate, offering a vague response, "I was referencing a physical phenomenon."

Negris didn’t grasp it, nor did the others, but they understood at least four stars, including one large one.

Soon, a chaotic mass of ’ripples’ appeared in the imagery, followed by at least five large bodies entering the Ghost Guide’s perception.

The Ghost Guide immediately reduced its speed, stealthily advancing.

Ange blinked, switching to the Ghost Guide’s view. The view transmitted via the faith network lacked clarity, unlike the resolution obtainable from the Soul Network, yet it gave a rough sense of the situation.

The Ghost Guide sensed an empty expanse before it, a massive divine star emitting dazzling light.

Surrounding this divine star were at least four grayish-brown rock spheres with thick rocky shells, resembling a plane, yet their size equaled that of divine stars, several times larger than Little Fireman.

The Ghost Guide paused within the material cloud, sensing the outside through gaps without projecting its form outward, wary of being caught in the bright light.

Within the Soul Network, Negris remarked, "It seems cautious of those bright lights. Is it because the lights would reveal its presence? Last time, Dis’s Ghost Guide got too close and was discovered."

"Likely so. Being too close, the lights highlight shadows prominently. Could this be Lania? This divine star is a size larger than the Sixth Divine Star; if the Sixth Divine Star is sixty thousand times Little Fireman’s strength, then how many times stronger is this one?" Ursman pondered.

Ange replied, "Three hundred thousand times."

"Three hundred thousand times? Even with just a size increase, it’s that much stronger?" Negris exclaimed.

Everyone felt a slight numbness; whether sixty thousand or three hundred thousand times, they were unimaginable figures, causing shock but not inciting fear.

Claiming possession of a few thousand Magic Crystal Coins hinted at wealth, but claims of millions or billions induced numbness—it’s merely a number beyond comprehension.

At this moment, one Rock Shell Divine Star directed a beam of bright light toward Lania, swiftly blinking.

"What’s it doing?" Negris queried in confusion.

"They’re conversing," Mei Lania responded.

"What are they discussing?" Negris asked.

Mei Lania stated, "I can’t see directly, but judging from the lateral flickers, they’re likely saying ’trap failure.’"

"Why hasn’t Lania responded?" Negris wondered.

"It has. The entire void’s brilliant light is Lania speaking. It’s saying: Kei you idiot, trap failure is due to exotic ghosts being formidable, not my trap’s ineffectiveness. My trap’s based on the Sixth Divine Star Body. It’s been neutralized; this isn’t the trap’s failure. You idiot, shirking responsibility, lacking accountability—do you even count as a brave and upright divine star? You fool, blah blah blah..."

Mei Lania translated Lania’s speech in one breath, feeling embarrassed by the act of narrating, softly adding, "It really said that. The divine light’s information density is so high that translating entirely would take tens of thousands of words."