webnovelvip Chapter 626 Lessons from Others
Chapter 626 Lessons from Others
Chapter 626 Lessons from Others
Deep within the mirror world lies a strange region shrouded in distorted spatial laws, where light refracts at bizarre angles, creating countless unfocusable illusions.
Chang Lei and Shi Yao followed Tang Zijun into this space, and immediately their eyes were drawn to the presence that occupied the center of their field of vision.
It was not a complete form, but rather a colossal object forcibly pieced together from countless broken and twisted remnants of starlight. These starlight pieces were not transparent, but tangible, with a viscous, filthy, dark golden fluid inside that emitted a nauseatingly sweet glow.
The surface of the massive shell was covered with huge, penetrating wounds, as if torn apart by invisible giant claws. Mirror-like cracks spread along the edges of the wounds. Deep within the wounds were not flesh or machinery, but a swirling vortex of chaotic colors, seemingly connected to endless nothingness. A faint yet extremely pure aura, belonging to the laws of spacetime on a cosmic scale, emanated from this shattered creation, but was tightly entangled and suppressed by the viscous dark gold filth, like a giant with its hands and feet bound.
Chang Lei and Shi Yao were both very familiar with this aura—it was the faint divine power they had sensed before. However, the body before them was more broken and filthy, radiating a strong sense of blasphemy and decay.
Chang Lei stood frozen in place, letting out a muttered sound that was hard to understand. His eyes were fixed on the shattered giant corpse, then he suddenly turned to Tang Zijun, his gaze filled with disbelief and a strong sense of skepticism, as if asking, "Are you kidding me?"
The shadow energy surrounding Shi Yao rippled violently, like water rippled by a stone thrown in. She could clearly sense the residual divine power fluctuations at the core of the shattered divine corpse, but these fluctuations were riddled with holes by the disgusting dark gold filth.
Her gaze swept over the horrifying wounds and filthy fluids, her silence revealing extreme solemnity and confusion.
Tang Zijun met the two silent yet intense questioning gazes and simply shook her head calmly.
"It wasn't my doing," he explained, because he felt that the two people next to him must have misunderstood.
Tang Zijun's voice was exceptionally clear in this eerie space. "Let me introduce you. This is a god of the Void Realm... or rather, a new god of the dream world, one of the star gods worshipped by the Centaur race."
He pointed to the massive, shattered corpse of starlight.
"As you can see, His condition... is terrible. Although His divine body allows Him to be reborn, the broken laws and vanished authority have already confirmed His death. This guy... is being transformed into something new by some force."
"Are you referring to the red downy hair on the chest scar, or the eerie aura emanating from inside the body?" Chang Lei asked.
"You felt it too?" Tang Zijun was taken aback. The red fur was clearly visible, but the aura from the nightmare was not something that ordinary beings could detect.
Chang Lei merely twitched the corner of his mouth. "I noticed it the moment I saw it. It's truly a wondrous creation. It's clearly dead, yet its body is still full of vitality, and that eerie aura seems to be reawakening it."
"Believe me, you don't want to see this guy wake up again." Tang Zijun smiled slightly, and then, under the more focused gazes of Chang Lei and Shi Yao, he revealed more information that was enough to overturn common sense.
"According to the confirmation of the God of Merchants, I mean the former God of Merchants, the Void Realm has now fallen apart, and the gods that constitute it have either been desecrated and corrupted by unknown forces, like the one before us, or their whereabouts are unknown, their fates uncertain. The Void Realm's system of gods as we know it no longer exists."
After he finished speaking, the space fell into a deathly silence.
Chang Lei's knuckles were white from rubbing his chin, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly. He slowly, extremely slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, which formed a brief white mist in the distorted space before being torn apart and dissipated by an invisible force.
Silently turning his gaze back to the shattered corpse of the god, his eyes became incredibly deep, his previous doubts replaced by a heavy realization that the situation was completely out of control.
The Gods of the Empty Mirror... gone?
This is not a good sign.
The shadow energy surrounding Shi Yao seemed to freeze, the fluctuations completely subsided, solidifying into an absolute darkness deeper than the surrounding space. Her face was slightly lowered, as if she was digesting this information that far exceeded her expectations.
The collapse of the Empty Mirror Gods system means that a crucial pillar connecting the real world and the dream world has been completely severed, and the resulting chain reaction and unknown threats are almost incalculable.
"So, why did you bring this thing here?" Chang Lei looked at Tang Zijun, pointing to the filthy corpse. "The pollution level of this thing is no less than the sludge in the old sewers of the Shadow Country. Heaven knows what indescribable monsters it will spawn after it comes into contact with the real world."
Upon hearing this, Tang Zijun gently shook her head. "I have no intention of leaving Him in the real world."
His gaze fell upon the shattered corpse of the god, as if he were staring at a dangerous yet necessary key.
"I need to analyze it, analyze why it broke, what contaminated it, and more importantly... analyze the traces of 'nightmare' that remain at its core. This filth itself is a clue pointing to the origin of 'nightmare.'"
"Wait, analyze the residual aura on its body?" Chang Lei frowned, then suddenly realized something and looked at Tang Zijun in disbelief. "You, you're not planning to send this thing to the wasteland, are you?!"
Tang Zijun nodded slightly and said, "Looking at all the known worlds, the only ones who possess sufficient knowledge, powerful technological concepts, and the potential to decipher this thing are the Gods of the Epochs."
Chang Lei's pupils suddenly contracted, and a sharp look flashed across his face—a complex mixture of absurdity, vigilance, and a hint of understanding.
"Ha—the Gods of the Era?" He seemed to have heard an answer that was both unexpected and yet perfectly logical, a complex smile curving his lips. "Don't forget, those scum just staged a 'Fortress of Shanghai' show in the real world a few months ago."
"You need to understand, cooperating with those mechanical charlatans who treat civilization like firewood and the changing of eras as a game is not a good idea."
Chang Lei emphasized the word "cooperation." As someone who had once been a greedy person, he knew better than anyone the danger of dealing with a tiger, let alone dealing with the Gods of the Era, an intelligent entity that existed through destruction and viewed all living beings as ants.
This is tantamount to dancing with the devil on the edge of an abyss, where every step could lead to utter destruction.
"It's not cooperation." Tang Zijun didn't avoid Chang Lei's gaze. He remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking. "It's a transaction, and also exploitation."
He looked directly at Chang Lei, his gaze calm and composed.
"I brought them the samples they craved."
—The remains of a star god, slain by an unknown force and bearing the marks of nightmares, are crucial for their understanding of eternity and even the epochal changes inherent in their own existence.
"What we need from them is to use their computing power, which is beyond mortal comprehension, to conduct a thorough analysis and provide answers that are beyond our reach. Don't forget, they are beings that can even analyze your deceptive power."
A cold, clear-headed glint flashed in Tang Zijun's eyes.
"This is a dangerous game where everyone gets what they want, but it might not be that dangerous for us," the Epoch Gods are merely bombs in a box; as long as we, the outsiders, can control them, they have no power to threaten us.
Hearing Tang Zijun's words, the space fell silent once again.
Only the viscous sound of dark gold filth flowing in the broken mirror and the silent churning of the chaotic vortex at the wound remained.
Chang Lei stared intently at Tang Zijun, as if weighing the weight of every word he uttered.
Tang Zijun's frankness and the enormous risks involved temporarily suppressed his worries with deeper reflection.
This is indeed something Tang Zijun would do—in a pitch-black abyss, still clinging to hope, testing the waters, and gambling her own life on a bleak future.
Shi Yao, who had been silent like a cold shadow, turned her aloof face slightly. Her gaze, hidden in the darkness, slowly swept over the shattered corpse of the god before settling on Tang Zijun's face.
"The stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade...this may indeed be a good method."
"Did I hear that right?" Tang Zijun looked at Shi Yao with some surprise. "You actually support my decision?"
"...I regret it."
No, you can't go back on your word.
"I take back what I just said."
"It's too late. What's said can't be taken back."
This was the first time Tang Zijun had received support on this matter. Although no one opposed him, he knew that many people, including Tan Zhixin, had doubts about the collaboration, and even he himself had doubts.
Distorted light danced on the shattered mirror, reflecting the three figures' solemn, iron-like forms.
The defiled and blasphemed corpse of the Star God stood like a giant question mark and an even larger exclamation mark, between them and the gods of the era.
Then, amidst a storm of eerie blue signals, this space became utterly lifeless.
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