Chapter 447: Distant Voices
Chapter 447: Distant Voices
Light erupted from behind Han Sen in all directions, making him look like a sword immortal from below—ethereal and graceful. Combined with his impressive custom Daoist robe, he instantly outshone everyone present.
The overwhelming pressure crushed downward like a mountain, affecting both the Blood Buddha and Qi Fei’s group mid-battle. Though Han Sen targeted the Blood Buddha, even nearby fighters felt the strain. Bald-headed B-level Awakened Ones hunched under the force, while C-level members were flattened against the ground.
“He actually knows sealing arts?!”
Qi Fei stared in shock. The Blood Buddha’s growth had become unmanageable, yet Han Sen somehow countered it. This could only mean one thing…
“No wonder he’s called the Variable.”
Beams of light pinned the Blood Buddha and its corrupted clones. Invisible energies were siphoned away, funneled by the sealing rays into the main Blood Buddha’s form.
“Demon—be sealed!”
Han Sen swept his sleeve, releasing the final beam.
The Blood Buddha roared furiously, its humanoid form dissolving. The mysterious force protecting its Rebirth had been torn away, leaving an intangible void within its essence.
“System interventions never disappoint.”
Han Sen grinned. His energy points had just surged by 20+—proof that even Special Operations Bureau General Qi Fei now acknowledged his authority. The big shot title was his!
“Taoist priest Han lives up to his reputation!”
“Take me as your disciple, Master!!”
As the system’s power faded, the bald man abandoned all dignity to clutch Han Sen’s leg. Gone was the aloof expert persona—this was pure opportunism.
“Rejected for ugliness!”
Han Sen feigned disgust. While the bald man might be sincere, he couldn’t teach what the system granted him.
“Old Han, I’m your man now!”
Wang Bo vibrated with excitement at his friend’s prowess.
Unnoticed by all—including Qi Fei—the sealed Blood Buddha condensed into a bead. A crimson thread seeped through the seal into Han Sen’s body. Deep within his consciousness, Zuo Meng’s avatar uncurled its palm, revealing swirling blood-mist—a fragment harvested from the demon.
“An actual source fragment.” Zuo Meng marveled. This single gamble had repaid his shameless intervention tenfold.
The fragment dissolved into his avatar. As a Creator, his true form instantly assimilated the transmitted data.
*Ding!*
Origin World progress: +10%
Current completion: 30%
Zuo Meng staggered mentally within the World Barrier. He’d suspected the Blood Buddha contained world’s source principles, but never this magnitude—surpassing half the Strange World’s gains. A third imprint flickered in his mind:
Five Elements.
Six Desires.
Pollution.
This is the three Origin Rules currently known. From the perspective of Ancient Deities, Zuo Meng now wielded the authorities of three ancient gods. Yet his true essence far surpassed ordinary Ancient Deities, and no existing deity could match his astonishing growth speed.
“By this measure, this world truly serves as a treasure trove…”
Xiao Meng!
Xiao Meng??
Zuo Meng was preparing his next moves when an eerie sensation crept into his mind. It felt like someone calling him through the void – distant yet near, like a sleeper hearing muffled shouts through layers of dreams.
“Who?”
Zuo Meng’s true form possessed terrifying power. As a great world’s Creator, the full release of his power could shatter entire realms.
His voice unleashed devastating energy that rippled through dozens of nearby world clusters, even permeating the primordial chaos. Yet the Ancient City World remained undisturbed. Countless worlds spun silently in the void, showing no trace of the sound’s origin.
“What’s happening?”
Zuo Meng stilled, unease coiling in his chest.
Since awakening, he’d wandered the chaos alone. Memories of his nominal mentor Master Zuo Han Sheng and Junior Sister Zuo Qiu had faded into mere concepts. As for other living beings across worlds? They’d dissolved into obscurity, like asking a centenarian to recall how many rice grains they ate at age three.
He’d assumed his path to becoming an Origin World creator-level being would follow orderly steps. Now that illusion shattered.
The world proved more intricate than imagined.
Perfect plans didn’t exist – only perpetual variables.
“Is 30% the threshold?”
Zuo Meng frowned, ignoring even his distributed consciousness fragments.
This was the peril of solitary cultivation – no mentors to warn of pitfalls ahead. Though given his unique nature, finding suitable guidance was likely impossible anyway. Each world stood singular.
Xiao Meng…
The voice persisted, carrying conflicting notes of joy and sorrow.
“No trace of the source.”
After prolonged focus using every available method, Zuo Meng only pinpointed a general direction – the very location where he first awakened, where he’d stolen the giant Creator’s fruit.
“Merely a direction… This bearing implies multiple possibilities.”
Suspicions crystallized.
The cosmic game held deeper layers than he’d assumed. He’d plundered the world’s fruit, but what of its original owner? How did the giant Creator obtain such power? These were old debts he’d considered settled, yet apparent closure might have been mere presumption. Previous silence didn’t mean nonexistence – merely that the hour hadn’t struck. In the opponent’s temporal frame, perhaps it was but a brief nap.
“This world shouldn’t undergo drastic changes soon. Even if disturbances occur, my avatars can manage them.”