Chapter 497: Professional Matters Require Professional Stones

Zuo Meng attempted to communicate with the two beings but received no response.

Dead?

Or perhaps asleep?

He withdrew his perception and reopened his eyes, finding himself back in the ancient castle.

“This place is completely isolated. Even imprisoned evil gods would eventually perish here.”

Returning to the central hall, Zuo Meng recalled this was both the strongest and weakest point of the seal—the key to escaping.

He held no hope for the nearby captives. Any competent evil god would have fled long ago rather than remain in such wretched conditions.

Since they were useless, he saw no reason to waste time on them.

Zuo Meng sensed this third real world’s critical importance. Transcending it would complete his reality, elevate the Dream Realm to its final form, and advance him from Creator of the vast world to Creator of the Origin World.

“First, test penetration.”

He summoned every power from beyond the gate—Martial Arts, immortals and demons, divine paths, wizardry, even systems. As the Dream Realm’s Creator, he commanded all civilizations from every epoch. In essence, a Creator was omniscient within their domain, mastering any creation their world could sustain.

He unleashed power after power.

Though unrestricted here, none could breach the prison. After his hundredth attempt with cursed seals, Zuo Meng abandoned this approach.

“External forces lack potency. Try the bamboo slip’s fused time rules instead.” He switched tactics, channeling energies merged from the first world.

Only reality counters reality.

This truth proved valid. After a pause, strands of Origin Rules pierced the cage walls. The faint connection gave Zuo Meng tangible access to the outside—a development noticed by nearby evil gods.

Two supreme deities who’d previously ignored him extended their awareness. One spoke directly:

“Impressive, newborn god.”

These beings misunderstood Zuo Meng as another ascended deity, their limited perception unable to grasp concepts like chaos or true reality.

“Share your star realm penetration method, and I’ll grant you the Eternal Silence God’s authority.”

Their offer stemmed not from goodwill but desperation. Countless epochs of imprisonment had yielded only minor loopholes for influencing lower worlds—nothing compared to Zuo Meng’s immediate breakthrough. Recognizing his equal standing, they sought collaboration.

Eternal Silence God?

Star Realm?

Zuo Meng noted these world-specific terms.

“Is ‘star realm’ this civilization’s name for prisons?”

He dismissed further interaction. The deities, equally dispassionate, withdrew when ignored. Peak existences discarded trivial emotions long ago.

Zuo Meng wove Origin Rules into threads, probing toward the Main World.

Days passed.

Weeks…

After six months, the thread touched the Main World’s barrier—only to be shattered by sudden repulsive force.

Half a year’s effort wasted.

The neighboring veterans knew this outcome yet offered no warning. To the world, they weren’t individuals but components of the star realm’s operating system.

“Main World has barriers too?”

Zuo Meng frowned. Six months meant little, but breakthrough attempts spanning epochs were untenable. Trapped here, he’d never uncover this world’s truth.

“Distant targets require epochal efforts at this rate.”

His neighbors clearly used this brute-force method, but Zuo Meng preferred efficiency.

“Perhaps experts in seal-breaking exist.”

He smiled, recalling seven peculiar stones.

Since this world didn’t restrict his Creator powers, he’d simply consult professionals from the Dream Realm. They’d leap at redemption—even if dead, he’d retrieve them from time’s river. Nothing was impossible in his domain.