CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 80: REOPENING THE GATE OF TRUTH

On the ground, many wizards leaned against the Crystal Wall.

The silhouettes were dense, as if everyone in a prison was leaning against the window sill, watching the world outside.

They were curious and excited.

It was as if humanity had discovered a telescope for the first time and began observing the moon and Mars beyond the Earth.

Suddenly, an Abyssal God exclaimed, "Ah! Is this really the structure beyond this world?? I vaguely guessed some of it! No wonder the previous Chaos was so clean; it must have been recently swept through once, and now they are cleaning it for the second time."

"In the Chaos, there must be Ancient Gods residing!!"

"This, this can’t be true, right? Could this world really be so horrifying and bizarre?"

"It must be, this Chaos is too dangerous!" A wizard vowed, tapping the Crystal Wall with a staff, making a dull thud.

"Think about it, achieving the status of an Ancient God might be as difficult as reaching the heavens, but with so many Crystal Wall Worlds, each era creating waves, there will always be a few that rise above the surface, and accumulated over time, there may be quite a number of Ancient Gods in the Chaos."

"Ancient Gods might form tribes, living in the Chaos!"

They looked on with anticipation, staring beyond the wall: "What do you think, could there be tribes of Ancient Gods in the gaps of the vast Crystal Walls amidst the Chaos??"

"Perhaps not tribes, after all, Gods can’t be so primitive, it could be a Divine Country!"

"Ah, the true nation of the Gods, standing outside the endless Crystal Wall World, overlooking the endless waves of civilizations, how splendid and magnificent would it be?"

...

They discussed eagerly, gazing at the giant crystal coffin shrouded in mist, their imaginations running wild.

To them, it must be a Demigod.

This civilization was immensely powerful.

In its glory, it ventured into the Chaos and ultimately perished.

The crown atop its head is a Civilization Cemetery, emitting various fragmented consciousness remnants, which, when organized, serve as evidence.

...

In the Elf World.

A group of people also leaned against the Crystal Wall, watching.

Guardians of Nature, Human Race Grand Mages, all these heroes appeared.

They too were discussing enthusistically, continuously gazing at the "starry sky" beyond heaven, their initial terror gradually giving way to radiant enthusiasm.

"You go towards outer heaven, while I retreat to the cave." Minis was also in the Elf World, this handsome Elf Divine King stood silently by the window, watching this awe-inspiring scene.

He suddenly felt a bit fearful.

Perhaps this Crystal Wall World, after all, is the cave that protects them from attacks.

"But the world outside is truly beautiful."

...

In the Elf World.

Under the World Tree, in front of a tavern.

A tall, finely-featured human-looking being suddenly lifted its head.

Like a traveler, it carried a huge, delicately striped wooden box on its back, which actually concealed eight spider legs, tucked away behind.

It was a Spider Human.

This being was Elis, who had taken on a human form over the years, living incognito. It walked the streets, its heart also filled with incredulity.

"No! Though this is a historic moment, I cannot go and watch! I must seize the opportunity!"

"This was the only chance, with the Divine King on the tree lowering his guard, now going to observe from the wall."

Its eyes sparkled with burning ambition as it stepped into the tavern.

"Oh, customer, would you like something to drink??" Edland appeared to be a friendly, plump tavern owner.

"Just bring me something simple," Elis smiled.

"Something seems to be happening in outer heaven, but it’s not for mortals like us to reach,"

Edland turned around to prepare the drink, "Speaking of this alcohol, it’s Elf Fruit Wine, it once came from the great flood, now it has become the Gods’ blessing—"

Pfft!

Elis attached a thread abruptly to the tavern owner’s brain.

Thwack, thwack!

The plump owner began to convulse, as if electrocuted, gradually stiffening completely.

All sorts of knowledge and information from his brain were being read through the thread that transmitted constant electric currents.

Both had the Thunderbolt bloodline, Herodotus’ path focused on sensing electrical signals, while Elis’ path was controlling electrical signals of neurons in the brain.

Like electrical wires, the web stabbed in, reading and controlling.

"Former God upon the tree, in the human world for so long, becoming lax because no one knew your identity?"

Over the years, all the Gods of the Elf World Tree had been secretly found and had their brain information and data read by it, stealing the essence of their civilization.

Except for the first time, when it wasn’t skilled and accidentally killed its victim, forcing it to disguise the incident as a Human Race bandit attack, it never made another mistake, even when its victims woke up, unaware that all their lifetime knowledge had been extracted.

After a while.

Elis left the tavern, merging again into the bustling crowds:

"It’s about time to make a move on those last troublesome individuals."

...

At this time, the Elf World wasn’t aware of the changes occurring as they started studying the cemetery transmitting information outward.

Simultaneously, they saw this as an opportunity.

They sorted out the truths from the fragmented souls.

Finally, through relentless efforts to decipher various scattered sentences, they came to know something about the world’s structure.

In the most ancient era, there existed a group of forbidden beings standing in the Chaos.

They manipulated the Great Thousand Worlds with unimaginable supreme power.

No one could know their true Ancient God names, as it was the most secret information in the world.

Even if you killed them, as long as there were traces of them in any world, they would resurrect anew, crawling from the cemetery of old space-time, returning atop the entire Chaos.

And those demigods, who were neither dead nor alive, like the Ancient Demon Monarch, emerged from each civilization, the closest beings to Ancient Gods, once stepping into the Chaos, attempting to ascend to those Eternal thrones.

Eternal.

Vast.

Incomprehensible.

At this moment, they all gazed upon the vast starry sky, revealing their fear.

...

Elf World, Northern Desert.

In legend, an ancient desert Demigod traveler named Moen Mikel resided here. If you found him, he would pose three questions to you.

Answer correctly, and you will receive his gift of power.

Answer incorrectly, and he will end your life.

"Do you want to gain his power?"

"He is right there!"

"Only the wisest can pass the trial!"

This story is widely spread in taverns throughout the land.

Many wandering minstrels sing of heroes who gained power through their wisdom, becoming brave enough to lead tribes to sweep across Demon Beasts.

But now.

This demigod in the desert is entangled by a thread of spider silk, continuously absorbing information like it’s a mosquito’s proboscis.

"Ah!"

Amidst painful moans, Elis wore a satisfied smile.

...

On the ground, the last tough opponents were successively attacked, causing unrest that could not be concealed.

And as the Elf Divine King, who was researching in front of the Crystal Wall, scanned the ground with electromagnetic waves, he finally discovered the anomaly, wrathfully shouting: "It’s it, the spider in the shadows! It actually took advantage now..."

He left in a rage, only to find nothing.

"Now, I can’t beat you, but I will eventually return here to condense my core." Elis sneered and quietly departed.

Everything desired here has already been obtained.

The next target is the Abyss.

...

Abyss World.

When they arrived here, the abyss sages had already concluded their research and were on their way back, organizing their findings.

The three Masters were discussing on their way back, completely unprepared, when suddenly they were attacked, three strands of spider silk fiercely stabbing into their brains.

Puff!

Their expressions suddenly turned eerie and dazed, like three marionettes.

The timing was so exquisite.

Neither the Abyss nor the Elf worlds were prepared.

"Too smooth, too smooth, the anomaly outside the wall created an excellent opportunity for me!"

And Elis, secretly controlling the three, whispered in the shadows, filled with inner joy:

"I will use their identities to recombine, control them to break through beyond thirty-three, and enter that inconceivable Gate of Truth."

"And their noble identities can conveniently use this land’s accumulated twenty trillion souls, voluntarily offering their souls, to propel a future, but the three of them will condense a Crystal Core, which will then fall into my hands."

The Elf world can open a Gate of Truth once.

The Abyss World, with its accumulated twenty trillion souls, can also open a Gate of Truth.

She is going to open the Truth Gate of this Abyss.

It’s worth noting that when Li Qing was synchronizing the Crystal Core, he didn’t consume the undead reserves of this land.

After all, he synchronized Herodotus’s state, an Enlightenment of the Gate of Truth, for two people to use.

Boom!

Under the control of spider silk, the three merged back into one, seemingly the ancient Demon Monarch Emperor descended, but in reality, it was her controlling from behind the scenes.

The next moment, they were forcibly pushed beyond thirty-three.

"Ah!!"

Their consciousness instinctively struggled and suffered, trying to resist, but still failed.

Boom!

Consciousness soared rapidly, lifespan accelerated aging.

They were about to walk toward uncontrollable death.

"Souls from the Abyss, I am your Monarch, please lend me a helping hand!"

She controlled this triune Monarch, gazing at the endless wandering souls in the sky, issuing her call.

As expected.

"It is my king... it’s it, the supreme of the Abyss..." These residual souls were left with only instincts, unable to detect the finely crafted disguise, and did not resist these powers.

Without anyone knowing, the Abyss had already undergone a dramatic change.

The once-sung and praised "Gate of Truth" of a great battle in the Abyss, opened for the second time.

"It’s the truth, the Gate of Truth has opened!"

Suddenly Elis shouted.

His eyes filled with excitement; he had been lying in wait all his life, just for this moment of leap over the dragon gate, finally it came.

Boom!

The sky suddenly turned gloomy.

Countless smoky souls gathered above, at some point in time, rolling slowly in the darkened sky, stifling breath.

"In the sky, those are the souls of the world gathering; it’s the gift of the Abyss..." On the high tower, a wizard suddenly put down a test tube, looked towards the sky through the window.

"It’s the Gate of Truth!!!"

"Impossible, what’s happening?"

"Trouble! Quick go! The only ones who can be recognized by the Abyss are those with merit; no one else is possible..."

"Even the Elf King Herodotus couldn’t do it back then!"

These screams were endless as the guards of the Abyss Mage stormed in.

Meanwhile, Sylph riding a black Giant Dragon in return, with three apprentices, suddenly turned, "The Gate of Truth, someone is plotting a terrible conspiracy!"

Boom!

The black dragon spiraled and accelerated to the extreme.

Woooo!

The gale howled.

The three wizard apprentices, their heads blown dizzy, clung tightly to the protrusions on the black dragon’s back, but were tossed back and forth by the gust:

"We were just here for a course, how did everything go awry..."

"This world is too dangerous!"

When they arrived, they saw a humanoid spider, controlling the triune Abyss Monarch, had already opened the Gate of Truth.