Chapter 1837 - 1836: Severing the World

During the time he attempted ’Creation’, his understanding of mysticism and the world’s rules was rapidly advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He Ao glanced at the white-haired figure, his gaze penetrated his soul, scanned through his memories, and watched his body turn to dust on the ground.

He seemed to still want to say something, but nothing came out, leaving only scattered dust.

Woo—

And accompanied by the sound of an old train, He Ao’s true form took advantage of the lingering cover of yellow light to leave the basement.

Just at the moment of severing the connection with the God of Order, he suddenly developed a new understanding of the rules of the Martial Arts World and needed to attempt its application immediately.

As the hazy light dispersed, He Ao’s clone walked out of the radiance and looked at Wen Jie, still somewhat confused outside.

Snap—

The dome of the underground chamber shattered, a piece of rock fell down, striking the already fractured array and the vanishing dust.

Wen Jie raised his head, looking puzzled at He Ao, "Dean He, is it over?"

"It’s over," He Ao nodded slightly, taking a step forward, walking towards the nearby staircase. He naturally asked, "How did you find your way here?"

"I had just finished searching a building nearby, a team member said they saw a shop suddenly close, it looked suspicious, so I came over immediately, letting him wait outside while I broke in to check things out." Wen Jie glanced at the dilapidated basement, then looked at He Ao who was already ascending the stairs, quickly catching up to his pace.

"So is your team member still at the door?" He Ao asked softly.

"Yes." Wen Jie nodded slightly.

He instinctively turned his head around, looking at the fallen rubble in the basement, the dried corpses, and the crimson blood covering the chamber floor.

Everything that just occurred was like a dream, far beyond his expectations. He thought he was about to face the biggest crisis of his life, only to find that the crisis ended just like that.

It was like skydiving without a parachute but landing on a large pile of cotton.

This gave him an unreal feeling, as if he were dreaming.

But when he turned his head, he could see all the things that really happened.

This reality, on the other hand, made everything that just happened seem even more dreamlike.

Wen Jie turned his gaze forward.

The lean and well-proportioned young man was already heading towards the exit via the stairs.

The youth’s steps were calm and natural, as if he had only passed through here, casually handling a minor task.

"What’s wrong?" The young man ahead turned his head under Wen Jie’s gaze, looking at him, "Did you find anything additional?"

"No," Wen Jie turned to look behind him again, then quickly caught up with the figure in front, "Dean He, should we organize people to seal off the area nearby?"

"Of course we should," He Ao withdrew his gaze, speaking calmly and naturally, "But that’s the specifics, you follow the Research Institute’s protocols, but be cautious of contamination, this place has been used for sacrificing to the Evil God, it’s very dangerous."

"Yes."

Wen Jie nodded slightly.

He followed that somewhat slender back, leaving the narrow walkway and corridor.

Bright sunlight streamed in through the torn shutter door, passing through the deep supermarket shelves, scattering in front of the two.

Wen Jie raised his hand, rubbing his neck.

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Martial Arts World

Wind rustled through the shimmering woods, He Ao’s true form stood before the forest, raising his head, looking at the sky.

A massive fissure seemed to flicker faintly in the sky above.

He had already quickly sorted through the white-haired figure’s memories.

The time the white-haired figure gained ’Order’ inspiration wasn’t long ago, just in the past half month.

He himself was a gambling addict and drank excessively. His wife couldn’t stand his abuse and left with their daughter.

He was once heavily in debt, sleeping under an overpass to evade creditors.

But he wasn’t stupid, rather he was eloquent, having been imprisoned for fraud when he was young, but his bad character and tendency to betray friends had spread, leaving no one trusting him or associating with him.

It was almost half a month ago when he was sleeping under an overpass, he suddenly encountered a severely injured, dying transcendent fugitive fighting with someone else.

The fugitive intended to kill him but was counter-killed by him, and he ate the fugitive’s heart.

This brought him unknowingly to acquire extraordinary power, during which he received some special ’inspiration’ from the extraordinary power.

This inspiration included a lot of Divine Arts of the God of Order, as well as some higher-level order-related mystical knowledge. These insights ignited his long dormant ambition.

He quickly found the child of an old neighbor, the young man worked as a clerk at the Research Institute. He deceived the young man, disguising himself as a newcomer who just acquired extraordinary power, and obtained information about the Transcendent World from him.

Then he used his extraordinary powers to leave the area he resided in and indulged in deceit in Beidu, swiftly establishing a transcendent organization and commencing sacrificial rituals.

The whole process went smoothly for him because at that time both He Ao and the Research Institute were preoccupied with a series of events following the Navigator’s advent, having no energy to care for such ’small fish’.

Moreover, he was extraordinarily cautious, with decent anti-detection abilities, which allowed him to push things to this stage.

The rituals and arrays he laid out last were from the ’Inspiration’ he acquired.

As for He Ao’s identity and appearance, he obtained it through the Research Institute’s clerk whom he deceived.

Although what the white-haired figure did was reasonable, the entirety of the matter was deeply mired with an odd sense of absurdity.

In the Mysticism World, knowledge is power; the mastery of mysticism knowledge can determine life and death, success and failure of many events.

But for an ordinary man like the white-haired figure, a debtor under an overpass gambling addict, to ’coincidentally’ encounter a fugitive.

After defeating the fugitive, he then effortlessly acquired detailed mystical knowledge, including rituals to attract divine intervention.

If this knowledge came from the fugitive, why didn’t the fugitive use this knowledge to elevate himself—was it because there wasn’t enough time or an unexpected incident?

How did this fugitive acquire this knowledge?

Was it delivered by divine intervention?

Such incidents are possible where divine power pervades, where the divine creates everything.

But in the Main World, it’s a place even the divine cannot find.

The God of Order doesn’t know where the Main World is.

Otherwise, He wouldn’t be so eager, with the ritual beginning, immediately seeking to assimilate the white-haired figure as His clone.

Once assimilation is completed, He can directly use divine power to construct a ritual and send out the Main World’s coordinates.

If the knowledge wasn’t delivered by divine intervention, it must have come from elsewhere, relics?

Most of the Evil God believers He Ao had encountered before had entered relics, been contaminated within, and became believers of the Evil God.

This fugitive might also be a contaminated believer.

Yet the mystical knowledge carried by this fugitive seems too complete.

Normal pollution typically carries some mad ravings, at most you can gain some simple knowledge fragments from them.

There’s no mention of carrying a complete set of knowledge.

This kind is usually intentionally delivered by the divine beings.

But if this was knowledge intentionally delivered by the God of Order, wanting to figure out the main world’s location, why didn’t the fugitive achieve anything significant?

The white-haired figure’s mind housed complete mysticism knowledge, enough for him to establish a church within half a month. To an extraordinary fugitive returning from ruins with more time, he should at least perform no worse than the white-haired figure.

Couldn’t it be that the fugitive carrying knowledge didn’t gain it, but only the white-haired figure did?

Furthermore, since the God of Order has delivered such clear knowledge systems, why not directly send the kind of ritual that can transmit coordinates, and instead indulge in an advent as a detour?

He just casually scattered divine inspirations across the universe, betting on wide-net casting to see if any rare items would emerge?

From the character of the God of Order, this seems reasonable too.

This matter looks reasonable and normal, yet within it, there seems to be too many ’coincidences’.

Suddenly, like a deliberately designed time bomb, ready to explode at this very moment.

He Ao lifted his gaze, looking at the surrounding illusionary scene.

Though his thoughts raced rapidly, his hands did not cease moving.

Strictly speaking, he was multitasking, pondering the matter of the God of Order’s believers while immersing his consciousness deep into the Martial Arts World.

Just now using ’Barrier Wood’ to block the connection with the God of Order, and the abundance of divine arts knowledge of the God of Order’s believers obtained from the white-haired figure, gave He Ao a new idea.

An approach to handle the ’Eternal Silence Mark’.

He raised his hand, and the wooden leaf in his hand slowly emerged.

The connection brought by the God of Order, and the power brought by a good friend, are essentially similar things.

Of course, He Ao wasn’t thinking to cut off the connection between the Eternal Silence Mark and a good friend.

This is almost impossible, as He Ao had already tried, with Barrier Wood only effective for a moment on the good friend, and no effect thereafter.

Attempting to block the connection between the Eternal Silence Mark and a good friend with Barrier Wood might not only fail, but also allow the good friend to immediately locate He Ao’s position, turning the situation backwards.

Thus, He Ao dared not attempt this.

Earlier, he blocked not the power of the God of Order per se, but the connection between the God of Order’s power and the ritual array.

This is a bit convoluted, but simply put, it’s letting the God of Order’s power not find the ritual array, rather than attempting to cut off the power of the God of Order.

Translated to the Martial Arts World terms, it’s blocking the connection between a good friend’s power and the Martial Arts World.

Simply put, it’s isolating the Eternal Silence Mark from the entire Martial Arts World.

Naturally, the connection between the Eternal Silence Mark and the Martial Arts World is far stronger than that between the God of Order’s sudden advent power and the ritual array.

Any direct handling of the Eternal Silence Mark could alert a good friend.

Hence, He Ao had to circumvent this point.

He raised his hand, grasping a strand of light previously woven by him, and began reconstructing it swiftly.

Soon, this strand of light was reconstructed.

No new rules were repaired, nor did it trigger the power of the Eternal Silence Mark.

He Ao released his hand, the light reentered the framework with Barrier Wood’s power slowly taking effect.

As the light passed by that large gray crack, it no longer went directly over the crack as before but bypassed it.

At that instant, the crack trembled slightly, seeming to pull the rules back.

Indeed, when the good friend descended power, he anticipated this scenario, with ’settings’ within the Eternal Silence Mark to counter bypass.

And at this moment, the ’Barrier Wood’ floating in the air emitted a faint invisible glow, isolating the huge gray crack and the tiny strand of light.

The crack then gradually quieted down, as if not perceiving the change in rules.

It worked!

He Ao’s thoughts returned to the Martial Arts World, delving deep into the world’s substratum once more.

One after another, new strands of light quickly reconstructed in his hands.

Upon leaving his hands and returning to the framework, all bypassed that gray crack.

Simultaneously, the large framework constructed from luminous glow seemed to undergo ’splitting’ because of this.

The framework containing the gray crack still existed, only with fewer strands of light passing through it, while those new strands were bypassing the gray crack, building a new, shining massive framework above the old framework.

This time, He Ao finally grasped another broken strand.

Radiant light woven over the strand quickly restored it.

Then, He Ao released his hand.

The newly restored strand soon arrived before the gray crack, and this time, it didn’t trigger the gray crack but bypassed it, integrating into that new framework.

Under the isolation of the new framework, the Eternal Silence Mark could no longer sense the emergence of new rules.

Succeeded!

The framework where the gray crack resides remained flimsy, filled with fragmented glow, complete silence, it was the old Martial Arts World, adhering to the will of truth, continually maintaining a state of destruction.

He Ao’s consciousness withdrew upward, returning before that deep forest.

He looked up, gazing at the sky.

The barely discernible crack covering the entire sky still existed, but above the crack, further beyond the firmament, something new seemed to be rapidly constructing.

That was a new ’world’.

A ’new world’ built upon the remnants of the Martial Arts World.

This world was divided into two layers; the lower layer was the destroyed Martial Arts World engulfed in dead silence where the Eternal Silence Mark was left to continually exert its effect.

The upper layer was a new world constructed on the foundation of the Martial Arts World, but entirely separated from it.

He Ao directly cut out the Eternal Silence Mark and the related Martial Arts World’s site.

Equivalent to a house with only its foundation, deserted below and attempting to build a new layer on top.

As He Ao gazed at the sky, his field of view and soul were swiftly drawn upward, ascending to the heavens in an instant, penetrating clouds, through the immense crack spanning the sky hidden in the heavenly depths.

Arriving above the sky, a twist of chaos appeared in his field of view.

That was an unborn world, where all rules were still incomplete.

He Ao looked down at his feet, below the invisible chaos, the massive crack still existed but no longer could affect this region.

He grasped the leaf in his hand, consciousness rapidly sinking, strands of half-formed light appearing in his field of view.