Chapter 1859 - 1858: Arrival from History

Of course, since the process of fusion is not a normal ascension process, the power is somewhat restless. However, due to the success of the ritual, this restlessness is not strong, and it falls within the range of normal madness tendency.

Moreover, this ’ascension fusion’ did not just happen recently; perhaps at least hundreds of years ago, Denos was already in slumber, having ascended to B-level.

This led to another issue: a B-level Extraordinary lying within an Extraordinary Item of Angel Tier suspected to be on the same path or adjacent path.

Normally, according to the effect of the Coffin of Time, this wouldn’t pose a problem.

If Denos wakes up normally, he would smoothly become a B-level Extraordinary.

The issue lies in the Coffin of Time having a ’minor problem’.

An invisible force sealed the Coffin of Time and even compressed its existence.

This compression isn’t happening purely on the physical level but also at the world’s foundation level.

The result is that the Coffin of Time and Denos’ body have been forcibly squeezed together.

The two inherently similar Talent Sequences began a ’fusion’ process.

But this fusion is not a pleasant process, as He Ao can vaguely feel a special, soul-burning pain.

However, because his own soul carried injuries, he initially did not care about this until just now when he realized the pain was not self-inflicted but originated from Denos.

It’s not just soul pain; there’s also a warped sense of oppression from the invasion of high-tier items.

This fusion is involuntary and distorted; under normal progress, Denos would not devour the Coffin of Time to become an angel; rather, the Coffin of Time would consume Denos.

Due to Denos’ fragmented soul interference, the Coffin of Time gained a distorted will, becoming an aggressive Extraordinary Item.

According to normal mystic reasoning, this would be the standard process.

From this perspective, Denos’ fate is solely death.

Of course, this process is ineffective for He Ao.

An angel-level item cannot consume an angel-level soul, let alone as He Ao possesses two angel-level Talent Sequences and a Martial Arts Integration Position.

Instead, He Ao can try to use the external sealing force to attempt to ’consume’ the Coffin of Time and become a true angel.

Of course, this situation can more easily lead to madness.

After all, he does not have any ritual to neutralize madness. When he ascended as the Memory Inheritor, although he did not use Secret Medicine, the ritual was flawless.

But clearly, He Ao has no choice; this trend of fusion is irreversible. If he stops now, he would become a creature inclined towards madness.

Now, he can only attempt to directly consume the Coffin of Time, forcibly ascend to angel.

Perhaps just like Denos ascended to B-level, this ascension to A-level ceremony was completed invisibly long ago?

Though He Ao also knows this is impossible.

The good news, however, is that the sealing power outside the coffin is indeed strong enough.

The position of this power has already far surpassed the angel level; He Ao even suspects it’s the handiwork of a friend.

According to Denos’ last memory, after he entered the coffin, Kovotra must have experienced a calamity, possibly where the seal originated.

Therefore, what destroyed Kovotra—was it some Divine Being? Or an Usurper God?

This sealing power is sparse but of high quality, most likely from a Divine Being.

But why would a Divine Being personally intervene to destroy a city when Kovotra had done nothing to offend a Divine Being?

It’s possible that Denos had no contact with it, or perhaps the Divine Being wielded its power for some unknown reason? After all, for a Divine Being, destroying a city is as simple as lifting a finger, unrelated to the inhabitants.

Suppressing his thoughts, He Ao directed his focus to the seal outside.

The seal’s function is simple: to completely suppress the Coffin of Time, seal the supernatural nature of the Coffin of Time.

Like a rope tightly wrapped around the Coffin of Time, continuously tightening.

From the ’awakening’ perspective, this seal is the main obstacle preventing Denos from awakening.

However, from the ’fusion’ perspective, He Ao realized he could instead utilize these sealing powers to slowly consume the Coffin of Time and complete the fusion with it.

Of course, relying purely on the squeezing force of the seal’s original power would make this fusion process rather lengthy, possibly taking one to two thousand years to complete.

But He Ao can attempt to activate this sealing power.

In the recent ’coffin opening’ attempt, he already discovered that when he tried to open the coffin from within, the sealing power would quickly activate to suppress the mutations inside the coffin.

And this confrontation would also wear down the sealing power.

Although the sealing power has a high position, the power is indeed sparse and lacking in replenishment. With sufficient confrontation and attrition to provoke power release, the sealing power could be directly consumed, leading to its natural collapse.

Denos naturally cannot achieve this; he cannot activate the Coffin of Time to contend with the sealing power.

The power holding down a Coffin of Time and the B-level within is more than sufficient.

But it cannot suppress He Ao.

In his contemplation, He Ao began to recall the coffin-opening process and tried to activate the Coffin of Time.

According to the Coffin of Time’s original setting, this thing cannot be activated from the inside. It can only be opened from the outside with incantations and magic.

However, now the Coffin of Time has fused to a certain extent with Denos’ body, and utilizing the Secret Wizard’s insight, He Ao can naturally leverage this fusion progress to reverse influence the Coffin of Time.

And outside, the dazed youth sitting there looked at the already descending sunset and the dim wilderness, scratching his head, glanced at the wooden box beside him, "Old man, isn’t the wilderness at night somewhat dangerous? How about we find a sturdier freight carriage?"

The moment his words fell, the coffin inside the wooden box suddenly flew out, emitting a faint black radiance.

"Old man, you agreed?" The youth instantly excited, "Shall we go?"

This time, before his words even finished, the coffin rapidly expanded.

Thunk—

Faintly, someone was attempting to push the coffin open from inside.

"Damn! Again?!"

The youth, without hesitation, immediately flipped and jumped off the vehicle, crouched by the freight compartment edge, gazing at the coffin floating in the air.

He saw the coffin grow in the wind, quickly reaching more than one person’s height. Then that invisible purple radiance overflowed again, and the coffin rapidly contracted back to its original palm-size.

Just as the youth prepared to catch his breath and climb back on the vehicle, he saw the coffin enlarge once more, growing in the wind, swiftly becoming taller than a person.

Seeing this scene, the young man paused for a moment, then retreated.

Faint black light surrounded the coffin, interspersed with traces of purple brilliance.

The pitch-black coffin expanded and contracted, expanded and contracted.

The young man watched for a while, estimating that it wouldn’t stop anytime soon, he glanced around, found a relatively high truck, climbed up, and lay directly on top of the cargo compartment, squinting his eyes.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, until the sky was filled with brilliant stars, and he suddenly heard a light sound of ’bang—’.

He immediately sat up from the cargo compartment.

As soon as he got up, he saw a dark mass in the sky, under the stars, large birds similar to vultures were circling.

At the edge of the earth, quite a few shadows appeared faintly, which seemed to be mutated hyenas.

The young man suddenly recalled the training in the recruit camp; blood and corpses would attract scavengers, and also certain unknown beasts.

In the wilderness under the dark night, these exotic beasts were exceptionally terrifying and dangerous, this place couldn’t be stayed at.

The young man sat up swiftly, hesitated for a moment, then jumped off the vehicle, walked toward the truck with the just dismantled cargo compartment, and looked at the wooden box on the truck.

The coffin that was floating above the wooden box, enlarging and shrinking, had already disappeared.

The young man climbed onto the cargo compartment, looked into the wooden box that just housed the coffin, but found no small coffin inside.

The young man was slightly stunned.

"What are you looking for?" An elderly voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.

The young man’s body stiffened, he slowly turned his head to look back.

He saw a pitch-black coffin the size of a palm floating behind him, like an open eye, quietly gazing at him.

"Old, old man?" The young man looked at the pitch-black coffin, paused, "You’re still not coming out?"

"Sort of." That elderly voice sounded beside his ear.

Then the coffin gathered its brilliance, fell onto the floor, making a light ’boom’ sound.

At that moment, the vultures flying in the sky seemed to confirm there was no risk, and they swooped down swiftly.

"Crap!" The young man looked up at the rapidly flying vultures in the sky, instinctively wanting to run.

And in the shadows of the surrounding night, exotic beasts of varied shapes slowly emerged.

"Don’t rush." The elderly voice sounded beside the young man’s ear.

Immediately afterwards, a black brilliance instantly surged from the pitch-black coffin, like a sharp arrow piercing through the forefront vulture’s body.

Then the brilliance suddenly ’swept’, and the dense flock of vultures was instantly slashed apart, torrents of blood and flesh falling like a storm from the sky.

The remaining vultures in the sky saw this scene, immediately braked in the air, and flew away.

The surrounding exotic beasts in the shadows, also retreated back into the shadows.

"Holy cow, amazing." The young man looked at the coffin on the ground, couldn’t help but exclaim, "Old man, how did you get so amazing, where did you learn this?"

"Want to learn?" That elderly voice sounded calmly.

"Of course—" The young man instinctively wanted to nod, but hesitated, feeling a hint of something amiss, he whispered, "Old man, is there something you need me to do?"

"A clever boy," the elderly voice slowly spoke, "Do you know Kovotra?"

"No," the young man shook his head, "What is it? A person’s name?"

"The name of a city." The elderly voice said calmly, "Approximately in the middle of the continent."

"Haven’t heard of it," the young man shook his head again, "I slept through geography class."

"Moros, Vilint···" The elderly voice reported a few city names again.

"Old man, stop naming them, I haven’t heard of any, I only know Dawn City and Ains," the young man shook his head and said, "There’s a city nearby, I could try to get in, they have internet there, I can help you search for the city?"

"Internet?" The elderly voice paused slightly, "What is the internet?"

This time, it was the young man’s turn to be silent.

He hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Old man, when did you enter this coffin... uh, fall asleep?"

The elderly voice didn’t mind the questions in his words, but fell into a brief silence, "Depends on what calendar you’re using. If it’s the Northern Kingdom’s, then it’s roughly over 100 years in the Queen’s Calendar; if it’s the Julia Kingdom’s, then roughly Kingdom New Calendar around 400 years."

The elderly voice paused for a moment, then asked slowly, "So what calendar are you using? What is the current time?"

Hearing his voice, the young man simply scratched his head, "It’s Federation Calendar year 761."

"Federation?" The elderly voice paused slightly, "What is Federation?"

The young man was dumbfounded by this question, he suddenly didn’t know how to explain the term Federation.

Everyone lives in the Federation, like fish in water.

He was born into this, it’s already become routine.

Suddenly someone asking him what Federation is left him stumped.

There must have been definitions of Federation in the old textbooks, but he had long forgotten them.

"It’s just that everyone is Federation," the young man said, somewhat at a loss for words.

"An entity spanning the entire continent, unifying all cities, isn’t it?" The elderly voice interrupted his stuttering and asked slowly.

"That’s right, right!" The young man immediately said, "That’s what it is, anyway, everywhere is part of Federation!"

"Then what about Northern Kingdom, Julia Kingdom?" The elderly voice seemed to be confirming as he asked.

"Don’t know," the young man shook his head, "Anyway, I haven’t heard of these kingdoms you mentioned... sounds like history from the legendary Era of the Great Cataclysm. I’m slightly better at history than geography, but still clueless."

"A new era, a completely changed world in a new era." The elderly voice spoke with long sentiment.

"Could this old man really be from the Era of the Great Cataclysm?" Saying this, he paused slightly, "I know you want to ask me what the Great Cataclysm is, but I can’t explain it clearly, just that I remember everything before the Federation was the Great Cataclysm."

"If you put it that way, I am indeed someone from the Era of the Great Cataclysm." The elderly voice seemed to reflect and spoke calmly, "Young man, can we find clues about Kovotra once we enter the city you mentioned?"

"I can’t guarantee that, not everything is on the internet," the young man said calmly, "I can only try to search for you, but the nearby cities are far away, we need to find some transportation tools."

"There should be some here." The elderly voice said calmly.