CHAPTER 254: CHAPTER 180: TO THE "SUN"_2

Even so, those individuals still stand out within half a year of becoming apprentices, so the Master Craftsmen of Ophira have prepared a "resurrection match" for them.

Ethan believes in this. He glimpsed the real thoughts within Gelb’s heart and gradually understood the power system of the people of the Western Continent. For them, "inspiration" is "Magic Power," and even the most outstanding Master Craftsmen cannot explain the origin of "inspiration." It seems to have been waiting there from the beginning, waiting to be found by them.

It is a kind of wonderful feeling.

As if someone manipulated their body, completing those astonishing creations.

"If the essence of ’inspiration’ is actually the frequency of communication between humans and the Master of Tides, and the ’time’ as the exam result represents the efficiency of this communication, then all this seems to make sense."

Ethan proposed a hypothesis.

But this still cannot explain the essence of "inspiration," just as he cannot summarize the essence of "Magic Power" using systematic language.

The academy’s sages believe that "Magic Power" originates from the understanding of this world, but that is ultimately an unverifiable viewpoint.

"Are you trying to tell us that the Master of Tides is still alive?"

Gelb looked deeply at Ethan, "Empire person, the Western Continent does not have this belief. We respect him, praise his greatness, but it does not mean we will blindly believe he has transcended time or become a Divine Spirit."

Those still unknown powers come from their insufficient insight.

And the Master of Tides never considered himself a god. He hoped people could understand his knowledge, know these knowledge, and finally master them.

Blind belief will disrupt the process of understanding.

"No one can surpass time, but as the greatest craftsman, he must foresee his own death. This means he must prepare for his death, recording everything he knows through some means."

Ethan said, "Your ’inspiration’ may originate from some kind of high-precision device or something else."

Gelb fell silent.

His gaze flickered, evidently immersed in Ethan’s hypotheses.

All the craftsmen in the hall were likewise, in front of this amateur enthusiast from the Empire, they seemed to have become apprentices.

It seems someone in the Brotherhood’s history proposed similar hypotheses, hoping to understand "inspiration" and grasp it in their palm, outstanding craftsmen followed one after another, but without exception failed.

They cannot understand the essence of "inspiration," so naturally, it is impossible to conduct further research.

It is like the sun hanging above everyone’s head, visible when they look up, guiding them from the first day they became craftsmen.

So dazzling, yet unreachable.

And now, there is actually someone in front of them trying to understand "the sun."

Such arrogance.

Arrogant, blind, and ignorant!

But...

"The device you mentioned might be this castle itself."

Gelb voiced the true thoughts of all the craftsmen’s hearts. They mocked everyone trying to get close to "the sun," yet desperately hoped they could become such an existence, "This castle was personally established by the Master of Tides. It was here he repelled the torrent, founding the Artisan Brotherhood. If you want to verify your hypothesis, feel free to try."

Hypothetically,

He is saying hypothetically if this amateur enthusiast’s theory is correct, then he is the closest among all craftsmen present to the Master of Tides.

Besides, it doesn’t hurt to try. Countless craftsmen have pursued "the sun," but the rest are only a group of exhausted failures, drained of spirit in the pursuit, turning into broken shells.

Gelb’s answer confirmed Ethan’s guess, this mechanical castle is the last gift left by the Master of Tides to the people of the Western Continent. Unlike those gods seeking immortality, He seems to have calmly accepted the result of dispersion and prepared ahead of time.

If someone can inherit the treasure He left, they can once again lead the people of the Western Continent to repel the torrent.

It will be something after thousands of years after He has vanished.

Then, only one ultimate question remains.

How should he "communicate" with a cold mechanical fortress?

Suddenly, Ethan thought of something, it was a tip from the Witch, who, after the war, met Lindong in the northern realm, vaguely mentioned the means to "directly confront" the Evil God, needing to abandon sight, seal off senses, and find another mode of sensory perception beyond the five senses.

Truly a dedicated and responsible good teacher.

Under the confused gaze of the craftsmen, Ethan slowly closed his eyes.

They saw arcs flashing in the air, fleeting, crossing every corner of the hall. When sight plunged into darkness, Ethan sensed more, he seemed to see everything in the castle, meticulously observing every person’s expression, their inner thoughts lay bare.

He certainly noticed Gray-Lid hiding sneakily at the hall entrance, peeking at them.

The shadow followed Gray, the gloomy young man’s eyes full of jealousy and craving, the shadow attached to him continually spreading, sneaking into the craftsman hall unnoticed, reaching towards Ethan.

The next moment, Ethan’s consciousness, mixed with the shadow, was flung ten thousand meters into the sky.

Everyone became incredibly small, then this city, even the entire continent.