Chapter 1086 - 32: I Happen to Know a Little About This

Chapter 1086: Chapter 32: I Happen to Know a Little About This

The candles on the altar burned steadily, releasing spiritual light. Layer upon layer of illusory images seemed to be veils, stirred simultaneously at the confluence of space, like a bead curtain rippling and blooming.

The devout followers completed their prayers before the altar and then respectfully bowed their heads, patiently awaiting a response from their faith.

But... for quite a while, there was no response.

"..."

"..."

Could it be that my Lord is once again embroiled in conflict with other forces?

I remember there were a few instances like this in the past, so the response wouldn’t be so timely... but those were more than a hundred years ago, during the period when the fighting with the Original Moon was the fiercest. Could it be that they have clashed again recently?

Shire Gustav, naturally, felt a bit perplexed. He couldn’t help but slightly raise his head, only to see the winds of spirituality shaking, the spiritual light blooming, the two tugging and weaving together, as if tearing open a rift in the cosmic space above the altar, appearing both real and illusory.

At the other end of that passage existed a giant eye, vast and boundless, majestic and towering. This giant eye appeared cold and indifferent, but he knew very well that this eye could at any moment burst forth with boundless light and heat capable of illuminating the entire star system, the entire world, and when that light, many times more dazzling than the burst of a star, rushed forth, even the Divine Spirits would be unwilling to face that merciless gaze...

And such a magnificent eye might likely be engaged in battle with an existence beyond the stars, yet at this moment, because of his ceremony and supplication, it turned towards this world, devoting a bit of its attention to observing the realm of reality.

Thinking of this, Shire couldn’t help but hold his breath, his heart warmed.

Awe and devotion interwove in his heart, transforming into a particularly complex fervor, and though he seemed entirely different now, already an Angel walking the earth, at this moment, it felt no different from before. Just like when he was once a mortal, facing the glory and vision shown to him by an existence atop the pinnacle of Divinity, unable to resist an impulse to bow in reverence...

The next moment—

"Requesting limited passage..."

"...Granted!"

A calm and indifferent fluctuation resounded directly in his mind, like a mechanically synthesized electronic voice.

It wasn’t the first time he received the grand Revelation of a great existence; Shire wasn’t particularly surprised. He had long been accustomed to it, and now there was only joy, for he knew very well that this response meant his request had been granted.

Almost at the very moment the great Revelation descended, the surrounding Spiritual Power suddenly vibrated unnaturally. The illusory passage, or rather portal, seemed to have a palpable sense of instability. This was as if some Power was attempting to pass through, but because the "road" was too narrow, the forced squeezing resulted in the passage becoming unstable.

However, the transmitted file wasn’t all that large; it was barely manageable...

At most, it was equivalent to a comparative dictionary, allowing Shire, based on the information infused, to translate and understand Roselle’s Diary word by word.

But that was the extent of it; with certain dialects, internet slang, and Martian script, if he couldn’t get it, he just couldn’t get it. There was no way around it. Of course, even so, it was likely more than enough to cause his old father to "die of embarrassment."

As for Shire’s own perspective, he saw as pure spiritual light surged forth, and beyond the illusory passage, suddenly, thousands of strange characters flew out. They resembled glowing particles or exquisite projections, shooting toward his position the instant they appeared, melding into his Star Spirit Body.

Immediately following, all kinds of information surged in his mind.

Those were bizarre, neatly arranged square characters...

"Praise you, my Lord!"

Shire was ecstatic; after the death of his father, he pursued a single goal, and after one hundred fifty years, he finally achieved his wish today.

Suppressing the excitement deep within, he respectfully tidied everything up, exited the secret basement, and returned to the space above. He still had tasks to attend to and needed to remain in Tingen for a while longer.

But before that—

Sitting back behind the counter, he took a deep breath.

After all, like his sister Bernadette, once he truly had the capacity and conditions, how could Shire not be concerned with the changes in their old father during those final years? No matter what, he wanted to understand why his father had become so obsessive, so indifferent, and so... mad...

He slowly reached out and grabbed a stack of yellowed pages in front of him, the ominous truth of his father’s later years was within them.

Opening the first page, this Angel with the appearance of a young man began to read seriously, and soon, several obvious wrinkles formed on his brow, displaying a look of slight puzzlement.

Turning to the second page, moments later, his brows furrowed deeper.

Turning to the third page, his expression gradually darkened.

......

......

——Primitive Island.

——Located within the vast mausoleum of the "Black Emperor."

"Ugh, don’t touch it!!"

Watching the figure in the light and shadow flipping through his diary page by page, Roselle’s expression also slowly turned particularly strange; he was furious.