CHAPTER 381: CHAPTER 200: FALL INTO THE ABYSS WITH ME! (DOUBLE CHAPTER)

Rumble——

The metallic door of the grand tower closed with a loud thud.

All sounds were sealed off inside the pitch-black tower.

Hathaway stood up anxiously and rushed to the edge of the metallic door, attempting to push it open.

However, the only response she received was the cold and piercing touch of steel.

She lost more than just the extraordinary powers granted by her elven bloodline.

When Shiayar left her, Ye Yi set up a magic-sealing array within the unmanned tower, causing any spell to fail the moment it was spoken.

Here, Hathaway is nothing more than an ordinary elf.

Just like Shiayar’s solemn "Goodbye."

That metallic door is akin to an eternal barrier.

Separating Hathaway and Shiayar into two different worlds.

...

Beside Shiayar, everything - the sights and objects - is collapsing and disintegrating.

Whether it’s the scorching setting sun or the clear azure sky.

Or the previously bustling and exceptionally lively city, now somewhat quiet under the sunset.

Everything is turning into an illusion.

Then, it bursts like bubbles.

Some scatter, some peel off downwards, mixed in the wind with the sound of things breaking.

The dark night, along with the ensuing dead silence, shrouds this world once again.

This is the natural scene.

The city holding the Arcane Arts festival isn’t a real city but a scene manifested by Shiayar through Illusion Technique from the ocean of dreams.

Just like that fabled city of Atlantis in fairy tales.

This city submerged by the flood only reappears for one day every hundred years in the mist.

On this day, the residents of Atlantis live peacefully and joyfully as they did on the night before the flood swallowed them, singing and dancing, while the occasional passerby who stumbles upon it might believe they’ve entered a real city uncharted on any map.

As this day passes, everything in this city turns to bubbles under the rising morning sun, all returning to nothingness.

"Time’s up."

A calm voice spoke behind Shiayar.

Shiayar turned around to gaze at the Black Iron Throne behind him.

On the Black Iron Throne, the figure of the sleeping illusory humanoid, though still sitting upright now, could be felt——

It had awakened.

Suddenly, the layer of haze surrounding its face dissipated, allowing Shiayar to see its form clearly.

The Ancient Sun God’s visage continually shifted between illusion and reality.

These are two starkly contrasting appearances.

One is an exceedingly handsome elven face, with pointed, slender ears, showcasing the elven features to the extreme, to the point of making it difficult to discern gender.

It wore magnificent clothes and a radiant crown atop its head.

This is the current form of the Ancient Sun God, the former master of the Elven Royal Court, the Elf King’s likeness.

While the other visage between illusion and reality astonished Shiayar.

It was evidently the appearance of a human youth, identical to Shiayar himself.

"Are you done? With those things you couldn’t let go?"

"If you still have unresolved regrets, I can give you some more time without concern."

The illusory voice spoke again, less dignified, but gentler like Shiayar.

Shiayar looked at the figure shifting between illusion and reality on the Black Iron Throne, then turned to glance at the still remaining Black Tower amidst the city’s disintegrating illusion, and smiled.

"No need."

"All that needed is done."

"Continuing to linger will only make the goodbye drag on and become less satisfying."

"Besides——"

Shiayar calmly glanced at the Ancient Sun God: "Compared to the other True Gods I’ve met——"

"At this moment, you seem more humane to me."

The phantom on the throne wasn’t surprised, merely spoke plainly: "Blindly pursuing Divinity, stripping away Humanity, is actually the wrong path, leading only to chaos and madness, something I’ve confirmed over millennia during the Glorious Era at great cost."

"The other fabled creatures did not understand this, and naturally continued down the road of collecting Divinity, sinking deeper and deeper."

"Since I know my mistake, and now choose to abandon the previous wrong path, adopting a new vessel, I will naturally make adjustments and corrections."

"According to my current thinking, Divinity and Humanity, do not have higher or lower distinctions."

"Powerful strength and Authority mean a tendency towards disorder and madness, if so, the human side needs to be mercilessly stabilized..."

"There are many methods for this, such as strengthening the emotional side, enhancing the resonance with the Spirit Realm, or associating one’s self-awareness with the image created by followers and anchor it."

The Ancient Sun God candidly admitted the previous mistake.

"And Soul and flesh also have what they call compatibility."

"Although my rank is much higher than yours, to ensure the post-fusion body has no flaws, I’d naturally need to proactively adjust myself to be compatible with you."

The phantom of the Ancient Sun God began to gradually stabilize.