Login with GoogleChapter 39: Golden Power
[You have experienced a deadly battle]
[You have attained enlightenment in swordsmanship]
[Your level of swordsmanship has significantly elevated]
[Swordsmanship level increased, currently at level 19]
…
Leveling up by slaying monsters, it's reasonable, but Bai Wei's attention is not on the LVUP icon above his head.
[Summoning ritual 95…96%]
"Did it not cease?"
"Has it been thoroughly activated?"
At this moment, the water pool has already overflowed with a significant amount of accumulated water towards the outer side. The water appears turbid and emits an indescribable scent, whether it be fragrant or foul, yet it carries a distinct essence of living organisms.
Like the scent of amniotic fluid found on a newborn baby's body.
A colossal obsidian exclamation mark nearly fills the field of vision, piercing through the roof and boldly reaching towards the heavens.
[Unfathomable Chaos]
The fonts within the entry also exhibit a peculiar distortion, rendering each character strangely enigmatic and indiscernible.
With just a few more glances, he keenly sensed his own rationality plummeting.
Danger!
Retreat!
Such is the warning of primal instinct.
"Neglecting to address it, let alone Far East University, perhaps a pollution zone will extend for several kilometers in the vicinity… There's no other way."
Bai Wei furrowed his brow at first, then promptly relaxed it.
At this stage, continuing to hide is futile.
…First, let us try to see if the backdoor left behind from before is still effective…
He slowly closed his eyes and engaged in contemplation within his mind. He envisioned himself tossing a coin, watching as it soared into the air, flipped, and descended, landing on the water's surface. Ripples formed on the water, resonating and spreading, further and further… They reached the shore, perpetually circulating. The water's surface remained in a constant state of ripples, intertwining and creating a network. This is the interaction of consciousness with consciousness, the concealed realm behind the material world, the imaginative existence of the spiritual world.
The spiritual world is filled with a vast amount of ether, known as the Dirac Sea.
In the material world, it is not easy to search for lost items, but locating them through the spiritual world is quite effortless.
In the ethereal expanse of the spiritual world, the coordinates of space hold no significance. Once a coordinate anchor is established, it will not easily undergo settling.
All he needs to do is to submerge their consciousness into the anchor point that was once set.
The depth of the Dirac Sea is divided into several levels: the Illuminated Layer, the Low Light Layer, the Lightless Layer, the Abyssal Layer, the Mohorovičić Layer, the Gutenberg Layer, and the Core Layer.
The dreams of ordinary individuals reside within the Illuminated Layer, reflecting some connection with reality. Once they enter the Low Light Layer, they may gain certain abilities to a certain extent, most commonly the ability to see certain things and obtain a small amount of spiritual power.
The depth of the Lightless Layer, for ordinary individuals, is potentially lethal. This level of depth often harbors numerous entities that are non-human in nature. Once a human soul enters the Lightless Layer, there is a danger of being invaded by ghosts and spirits. The Abyssal Layer, with even more deadly depths, is a domain where certain spiritual constructs linger for extended periods, such as 'demons' or 'observers.' The Lightless Layer is home to a multitude of ghosts and spirits from Yingzhou, as well as mythological artifacts from the divine land, who don't easily perish but merely fade from history.
And in the future, essentially no one will venture into it.
The spiritual world, immensely perilous, hides beneath the abyss, whether it conceals boundless nothingness or a comprehensive consciousness known as Alaya among the primates, remains utterly unknowable.
However, that is not important either.
Currently, Bai Wei lacks the capability to infiltrate below the Lightless Layer. He had anticipated this situation and, as a result, left behind a coordinate anchor point situated within the Low Light Layer. The advantage is that it is easily locatable, but the drawback…
You will find out soon.
In his past life, Bai Wei established three anchor points in the spiritual world, two in the Low Light Layer and one in the Lightless Layer.
Having selected the closest anchor point, his consciousness began to submerge, akin to plunging into the surface of water, where he could feel the increasing water pressure intensifying step by step.
Regarding the strength of his own soul, Bai Wei had ample confidence and without hesitation, he submerged underwater in one breath.
Search, locate.
Within the ethereal sea, where the winds are calm and the waves tranquil, the Low Light Layer rests as a shallow sea, quietly suspending a fixed anchor point.
It appears plain and unremarkable, like a discarded piece of steel, attracting no one's attention whatsoever.
The anchor point itself is not important; what matters is what it can connect to.
With his fingertips touching the anchor point, Bai Wei tightened his grip, embodying the stance of an emperor even without the absolute power of the Golden Pupil.
[Please enter the verification code]
Bai Wei uttered words of arrogance, saying, "Kneel!"
[Verification Passed]
The steel anchor projected a beam of light, piercing through the Low Light Layer of the Ether Sea, thereby establishing a connection with the coordinate nodes of the material realm.
[Welcome, Your Majesty]
Upon hearing this voice, Bai Wei not only didn't feel melancholy, but instead burst into a carefree laughter.
"Give it up, my empire perished long ago."
Hidden within the gentle smile resides a tinge of nostalgic sentiment.
Because the individual who entered this sentence… is Charlotte.
She is the gray-haired witch who has accompanied Bai Wei the longest.
As five hundred years pass and time flows by, no one can withstand the wear and tear brought upon by the passage of time.
What remains here is nothing more than an inanimate object, a mere insurance.
In order to safeguard against the possibility of not perishing, he has enacted a precautionary measure, preserving a vestige of the bygone imperial era.
Little did he anticipate Liliana to be so resolute, confronting the immortal emperor and striking with a backhanded sword, killing him on the spot with the spiral fragment. Consequently, this temporary safeguard proved unnecessary and remained dormant for five hundred years.
Three anchor points.
The first one is reserved for himself; the second one is the hidden entrance to the Black Rose Order; as for the third one…
The first anchor point, concealed within it, is a lingering remnants of power fragments.
"Validating keyword - Bai Wei."
[Verification successful, first stage unlocked]
"Validating keyword - Black Rose."
[Verification successful, second stage unlocked]
[Final stage is about to commence]
[Warning: Activating the power fragments will lead to a turbulent upheaval in the spiritual world, resulting in multiple reverberations. The consequences are unpredictable.]
[If determined to initiate the power, please proceed with the final verification.]
"Verifying keyword…"
Bai Wei paused briefly here.
"Goodbye, Charlotte."
[Final verification complete.]
["Golden Power, unleashing its might."]
In the depths of the spiritual world, resounds an infinite echo.
The voice waves, akin to a whale's song, reverberate in the profound depths of the spiritual world's ocean.
In the realm of reality, Bai Wei opens his eyes, within the depths of his pupils reflecting a brilliant golden radiance.
He stands here, yet resembles one seated upon the magnificent throne of a golden palace.
In mere moments, Golden Power is within grasp.
If it were someone else, merely acquainting oneself with the usage of such power would take a considerable amount of time; in just a few seconds, it can only be squandered hastily.
And for its holder, Bai Wei, the utilization of this power requires no additional contemplation, almost transmuting into instinct.
He merely raised his hand.
Snap~ A gentle snap of the fingers.
[Summoning ritual 99%… aborted…]
The black mud in the pool, on the verge of overflowing, quietly vanishes amidst the golden radiance, scattering as a dusting of particles on the ground.
The young man, whose pupils no longer emitted golden light, sighed with ease, completely devoid of the awareness that he had squandered a terrifying nuclear deterrence capable of toppling a small state's regime.
He raised the corners of his lips, sheathed the Han sword back into his sleeve, brushed off the dust from his body, then proceeded to put his hands in his pockets as he walked out of this shady backlight area.
When he arrived, with his back turned to the sunlight, and when he departed, facing the sun, perhaps it was the perfect temperature. He stretched lazily under the afternoon sun, yawning leisurely… Meanwhile, in the imperceptible ocean of the spiritual world, a vast storm was brewing.
Resonating like the toll of a bell, there are always a few individuals who can hear it.
