Chapter 2183: Chapter 64: Like Love, Journey to the End of Every Path (1w5)_4

—We are ready.

They spoke without a sound. Ian, you may begin.

You need not explain anything, for this world already has far, far too many who dream of how to remake it, yet only you alone possess the power to truly reshape it.

—In that case, do it without restraint.

—Let us set forth, and walk toward the future.

The wedges fell from three different directions.

And in the very next instant, pure white Aether light erupted from the deepest depths of the earth, bursting forth, piercing through the fragile fissures of soil, stone, and crust, driving through every crevice of the land in a surging yet harmless way, like tens of thousands of blades rising from underground, like walls, like a miracle of God.

They sliced open the overcast of the heavens, and with the first three core lands as their base points, they formed a white "circle."

The First Seal had already been hammered into place.

And next, would be the Second Seal.

A greater triangle emerged at the three fulcrums of the continent.

City of Knowledge · Port of Emptiness.

The Aether Arms Order’s [Machinist Soul Celebrant], Infinite Mind Vanal, pressed down the wedge.

Vast computational power was set into motion, and countless Aether lines like branching trees spread in an incomparably complex structure toward the entire planet, expanding at extreme speed, covering the whole world in a matter of seconds.

Yanjiang · Resolute Plateau.

The Fairy Queen pressed down the wedge.

The Domain of Void overlaid reality, dazzling brilliance flared, transforming into countless cloud patterns and wind patterns; innumerable rains, winds, and frosts—nature’s Totems and Marks—were activated, piercing through the inner and outer layers of heaven and earth.

Nine Cold Quiet Mountains · Central Oasis.

The [Wanshan Nation Master], Destructor Mech Dragon, pressed down the wedge.

The mountains, which had been in constant violent volcanic upheaval due to the Thousand-Star Beast’s disturbance, suddenly fell still. In that instant of stillness, every lifeform dwelling here suffered an illusion—that this was merely the Tranquility before the storm, and that soon, even more violent earthquakes and volcanic eruptions would erupt.

But they did not. As the colossal array that stretched for hundreds, thousands of leagues, even to encompass the entire planet, spread out, the fierce movements of the crust were halted; all things returned to calm, and so they would remain for millennia to come.

What they constructed was the boundary of the Thousand-Star Beast.

The Second vast ring manifested between heaven and earth. If one were to overlook Terra from the cosmos, one would see concentric ripples like water waves spreading from the initial inner circle around the Abyssal Sea, layer upon layer, outward toward the outermost ring, then folding back again, forming a flowing "grand array" with the entire Terra Continent as its base.

And Ian stood at the very center of the Terra Continent, at the borderland between the Ushtalav Mountain Range and the Karan Mountain Range.

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He saw the tide of radiance sweep across the grasslands, over the mountain ranges, layer upon layer, like a Tidal flow that would never cease,

Ian stood there with a smile, and then gently stamped upon the earth.

Circle after circle of Aether in the earth surged like waves, piercing through crust and rock, reaching the deepest depths, then turning back again.

Once the Unyielding Fortress of old, he was still best at controlling the land.

And when the Aether’s resonance ended, he raised his hand, and a wedge, the most slender and keen of all, appeared before him like a sword.

Ian drove it into the deepest depths of the earth, touching the true body of the Behemoth at the planet’s core, that Great Swarm Body of the Thousand Stars Cluster.

That body was trembling. It was the true core of Terra itself; it had already plunged into the Mantle’s magma, its roots spreading without end, as if to wrap around the entire Earth Core and planet—if not for the constraints imposed by Terra’s mighty ones over these many years, then on the very first day it began to move, the Thousand-Star Beast might have spread its Tentacles throughout the entire world.

Yet even constrained and sealed all this time, after sixteen hundred years it had still become the true foundation of Terra Planet, the true Gaia—Aether overflowing from the Perpetual Motion Machine could be stored without limit precisely because of the Thousand-Star Beast’s aid, and Ian’s fixing of the planet’s entire "Aether framework" also had to rely on the structure of its body spread throughout the star.

And now.

Ian spoke with the Thousand-Star Beast.

"Who are you?"

A dim breath, a hidden light.

Fragmented Soul Spirits, countless opened eyes flared. After spans of a thousand, ten thousand years, one finally came who was qualified enough to stand at this place, to cross that innumerable stack of logical strata, and commune—at a speed beyond light—with an existence that had suffered in pain for century after century.

Who is It?

Who am I?

I am...

[I am the Cradle—the future, the dead, the destined Cradle]

[I am the Angel Envoy of The Creator, the foundation of the Thousand Stars—A Visitor; I am the Cradle that nurtures the future and miracles]

"Under the impact of Heavenfall you lost yourself, and brought devastation to the entire planet."

[That I could not control. Heavenfall shattered my subjectivity. Now I require a Creator—or the "gaze" of someone like you, whose realm nears that of The Creator—to use your subjectivity to shape myself]

[I am chaos, black possibility; only before one who can behold the Thousand Stars without losing their self can I possess Wisdom]

"Is that so... I see."

Ian understood: the self-awareness of the Thousand Stars had been shattered by the Calamity of Heavenly Fall; even the Space-Time strata had been broken. It was like a shattered mirror; only when one strong enough reached this place and communicated with "countless fragments of the mirror" at once could its consciousness be barely gathered together.

As for an ordinary mighty being, even if they could reach the Thousand Stars, they would have their self torn apart by the countless different Thousand-Star consciousnesses, and become a madman.

Put simply, It existed in a state like a forcibly maintained Duke of Steep Ridge—only even more severe.

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