Mystical Journey

“Good luck?” Garen laughed. “Good luck won’t be enough…”

Since all of the powerhouses of the Mother Stream System were the most direct influences of the Depletion of the Mother Stream, their life forces would gradually become exhausted as well. If they could not find a way to change it before the Depletion began, every single creature in the Mother Stream and the powerhouses who directly or indirectly depended on the Mother Stream to survive would face the threat of their life forces being severed.

“A Soul Seed forms a Soul Ring, the Soul Ring produces Soul Energy and the cycle begins again. These processes are actually supported by the laws of the Mother Stream. Therefore, once these laws disappear, all of the Soul Rings will collapse completely while the components of the Soul Seed will be destroyed as well. When that happens, none of the Soul Seeds will exist anymore. In other words, the rest of us including me will be completely reduced to normal people,” said Garen softly.

“Perhaps this is still a good thing.” Hawthorn of the Many-Eyed Clan lifted the cup of tea before him and drank a mouthful of it. “Great risks also bring great rewards. If we can make ourselves aware of the process that is released and produced by the Origin when the Mother Stream collapses, we’ll have a chance to realize the core rules of Space-Time.”

“So what? Even if we do realize it, it won’t be very useful once the Mother Stream and the greatest aggregate of rules collapse.” Garen shook his head.

Hawthorn chuckled.

“That’s uncertain. Don’t forget that there are thirteen Space-Time Origins and the Mother Stream is only one of them. We can blend in pretty well in other places by becoming aware of a few core laws.”

“You have a point.” Garen was speechless.

“I was merely just throwing thoughts around from the beginning.” Hawthorn shrugged. Suddenly, a little object that he wore on his ear made a brief beeping noise.

“Alright, my time is up. I still have a bunch of things to sort out. I wish you all the best and hope that everything goes well tomorrow.”

He stood up.

“Don’t worry.” Garen nodded while smiling.

He watched on as Hawthorn left.

Garen placed a chess piece down, his right hand finally checkmate his left.

He laughed quietly and shook his head lightly.

Ever since he had reincarnated from Earth, it seemed as though he was traveling forward without stopping. He had formed four Soul Ring Demon Lords and belonged to the middle grade of the Demon Lord Level.

These four Soul Rings could forcibly upgrade themselves by four grades when they were situated in the peak levels of strength in the world. This was an incomparably terrifying increment. It also represented the overly frightening powers of the middle-grade Demon Lords.

Meanwhile, the high-grade Demon Lords were naturally more amazing. The colors of their Soul Rings ranged from being colorless to the rainbow’s seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. All of the Soul Rings had to be achieved and condensed according to the arrangement of these seven colors. An individual could only be bestowed the title of the high-grade Demon Lord once they had obtained a total of eight Soul Rings that consisted of the aforementioned seven colors and the colorless one.

It was rumored that people who had obtained at least seven colors would have achieved the True Soul grade. Currently, although Garen could clearly feel that he had four Soul Rings of his own, they were still extremely unstable. After all, the first Soul Seed was the only one that had come to realization painstakingly while the rest were forcibly snatched and devoured by him.

“In other words, I’m merely a middle-grade Demon Lord on the surface now. In reality, my explosive powers are probably only at the lower grades of the Demon Lord Level.” Garen shook his head.

“My Soul Rings aren’t stable enough yet and I had barely achieved the Colorless grade. I shouldn’t even think of obtaining the colors after the Colorless grade because I don’t know how long it will take to achieve these stages,” sighed Garen. He closed his eyes, adjusting his state of mind with great concentration to prepare to view the Origin of the Mother Stream tomorrow.

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Garen’s arrival did not cause any great changes because he merely lived quietly in seclusion. Despite being a Planetary Level source of combat strength, he did not seem to care about extravagance or servants.

The forces of the three main clans noticed his lack of participation and attitude that seemed to be ignorant of everything else. Hence, they naturally and discreetly acted as if he was nonexistent because he did not participate in matters that involved scrambling for benefits.

Although powerhouses were not lacking in places like Lighthouse, Garen was still the strongest one among them. He went to view the Origin of the Mother Stream within a few days of being released. When all of the influential emissaries gained knowledge of this external information at the same time, these forces temporarily gave up on drawing Garen over to their side.

Garen woke up extremely early the next day. The color of the simulated sky was operating according to the natural patterns completely and it happened to be seven o’clock in the morning. He had prepared everything properly before proceeding towards the linking area in the circular plaza.

Cocosher had made arrangements for one of the specialized transportation boards for him here. It was the same flying board that they had used when they came here directly.

Garen allowed Cocosher to remain in the house while he rode the flying board to the linking area alone. The little pavilion began to transport him there directly.

Large amounts of white snowflake-like objects swayed before his eyes constantly. This teleportation process lasted for more than ten minutes.

Garen finally felt both of his feet sink.

“You’ve arrived.”

A deep male voice echoed beside his ears.

Garen’s eyes brightened before him.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was standing inside a white, round hall. He was currently standing on the centermost area. A bald black man who wore a gold stud earring was standing before him.

“I’ve received the notifications, Lord Sword Master. Everything has been arranged for you so please come with me.” The bald black man wore a pure white, long robe and spoke to Garen softly politely.

“Thank you for your trouble,” Garen replied briefly in an equally polite manner.

“You’re welcome. These are our daily tasks.” The black man smiled, revealing his snowy-white teeth.

However, Garen was currently not in the mood to observe him now. Instead, he observed his surrounding environment carefully.

He walked out of the Teleportation Point with the black man and pushed open a little door on the left. They passed through a narrow and dark corridor before arriving in a little white stone pavilion that was neither big nor small.

It seemed as though one side of the little pavilion was see-through. A transparent glass was placed over it in one direction. The bright, starry sky that was moving slowly outside could be seen through the glass.

“This is where the Mother Stream is positioned in the High Hall. One of our powerful seniors had previously experienced life-and-death situations to record the information regarding the Origin of the Mother Stream here. The glass here is actually used to ward off the negative side effects that were brought on by the vast information. However, please don’t worry because there will definitely be no hindrances towards your realization process,” explained the black man softly.

“Once I close the door, the records will begin to be released in about ten minutes. Please prepare yourself. The total sustained time is calculated based on your own achievements. Although we don’t know the principles behind the mechanisms of the calculations, we’ve noticed that important figures with greater power tend to have longer sustained viewing times. They can even last up to three days at times.”

“How long does it usually last?” asked Garen.

“About ten minutes. This is the usual continuous state,” explained the black man patiently. “The handle inside this other room can be used to turn on the alarm. You can notify us immediately if you encounter any dangerous situations. We will turn off the transmission at that first instance and proceed to rescue you. This button is used when you require food or drinks while this button is used when you require particular items. Meanwhile, this is used when you require a particular person with special talents to coordinate with…”

He began talking nonstop while introducing each of the functions inside the room in the small pavilion.

Garen listened casually but his thoughts had somewhat shifted towards the walls of the room. Faint shrouds of Soul Energy Aura were constantly permeating throughout the room in the white pavilion.

“No… It’s not pure Soul Energy. Instead, it’s a type of fused Soul Energy that is closer to an actual Aura. The water in the Mother Stream is made up of countless substantial Auras that were liquefied. Could it be that Soul Energy that is fused with Auras will finally turn into a power source of an even higher grade?”

This assumption drifted in his mind secretly.

“… So that is it, we will take one million points from your account as the viewing expenses if you have no other requests. May I ask if you would like to view it immediately?” The black man’s voice echoed, pulling Garen back out from his thoughts.

He scanned his surroundings. There were faint scratches on the walls. There were even a few tiny holes that seemed as if they were created when a person went mad and scratched the walls crazily. It was clear that viewing the Origin of the Mother Stream could produce some unimaginable phenomenon.

“You can start now.” He nodded to indicate that he was ready.

“If that’s the case, please wait for a while.” The black man withdrew from the room and closed the door of the room in the small pavilion gently.

Click. A locking noise echoed from the outside before multiple layers of strength and energy forces drifted over and adhered on the room door fully.

“Are you worried that I’ll become mad and destroy this place after I lose my mind?” Garen had heard that most of the people who had seen the Origin of the Mother Stream would fall into a state of mental confusion and damage the room because of their chaotic madness.

He walked in front of the glass and glanced outside at the boundless starry sky through the transparent icy glass. This place was the High Hall in the interior of Lighthouse. It was completely unlikely that it led outside to the galaxy in the external world directly. Most of the scenery here was simulated.

Time passed slowly before changes appeared in the galaxy on the other side of the glass quickly.

The dark blue then pitch-black starry sky gradually accelerated, moving faster and more frantically.

Garen could only feel that his eyes were now filled with the light of countless blue stars that were moving rapidly. Next, a long slim mark that resembled a line was pulled out.

The entire galaxy instantly turned into a tornado-like funnel that was larger on the top and narrower at the base.

Shh!!

At that moment, the entire galaxy shrunk downwards and condensed into a ball completely. It was actually a little silvery-white button.

Inside the little button that was only the size of a fist was a galaxy that was turning slowly. It looked unusually magnificent.

“Has it started?” Garen concentrated and held his breath while staring at the button carefully.

A thunderous noise could be heard from the button suddenly before an abundance of white light burst forth at that moment. The white light was significantly brighter than the rays of a nuclear bomb. Garen’s eyes could only feel a bout of piercing pain instantly before his eyes closed due to the conditioned reflex.

Hiss!

There was a faint noise.

The white light disappeared.

Garen opened both of his eyes quickly. The scene before him had completely undergone great changes now.

He was not standing inside the room of the little white pavilion anymore. Instead, he was currently floating within an infinite, faint yellow colored space.

Little ball-like objects that resembled liquid and air bubbles floated up beside him before fluttering above.

He could only see an endless stretch of yellow when he raised his head. It seemed as though the bubbles could not float to the end when they drifted above. Instead, they only turned smaller.

“This place is…”

Gurgle…

Another air bubble floated up beside him.

He suddenly saw that there were countless galaxies that were rotating and flowing inside these bubbles. The bubbles that were only the size of an eyeball could actually map out gigantic and uncountable sights.

He could not help but reach his forefinger out to touch one of the air bubbles gently.

Boom!!!

Suddenly, countless terrifyingly vast oceans of information from the bubbles surged towards his brain madly.

His Energy Machinist Imprint instantly turned rapidly. A large amount of Soul Energy was being exhausted. Garen felt as if he was a dried-up sponge that was thirstily absorbing the massive amount of information that was surging over with the bubbles.

Although the contents of the information were extremely vast, some of it was insignificant. That type of information included the history that was formed by countless planets and destinies. Even though it seemed magnificent, it was actually meaningless to him. Each planet had records that were either long or short. Some of them spanned over billions of years while others lasted as long as more than a hundred billion years.

As the information surged into his brain madly, Garen slowly and gradually realized that something was amiss. All of this information was faintly interspersed with a certain strange Aura. It resembled the Aura that was fused with Soul Energy that he had discovered earlier.