Chapter 966: Chapter 719: Deadlock (Part 2) Weiser smiled and shook her head, continuing to walk along the beach. Ash followed, walking beside her. Just then, Weiser’s Fang Chan suddenly appeared, and Ash’s Yuanchan also floated into view. These two four-winged Technique Spirits, stemming from the same source, curiously observed the bizarre-looking Chan opposite them. “I have now inherited a small part of the Kingdom of Senluo,” Weiser gestured with her thumb and index finger to show a very small range. She thought for a moment, then narrowed the range slightly: “I am already affecting reality—a certain edge of an oasis is withering, a river is drying up, a wasteland is stirring up a storm.” “The dreamscape I can maintain is as vast as the Dream Bubble Shadow you witnessed in the Distant Realm. Yet the Kingdom of Senluo is beyond countless Dream Bubble Shadows, not to mention, after thousands of years of evolution, there are many ‘word suffixes’ in the Kingdom of Senluo that require Dream Masters to desperately sustain.” “Although the Kingdom of Senluo appears desolate now, that is the result of Lord Zhan’s best efforts. Once handed to me, everything will turn to ashes, shattering like foam.” “Here,” Weiser pointed to the beach: “is the closest place to reality. Lord Senluo started here, gradually constructed the Kingdom of Senluo through dreamscapes. Have you ever stacked blocks? The method of building dreams by Lord Senluo is somewhat similar to stacking blocks, stacking higher and higher, and then he pulls out the foundation blocks—the Silent Spiral from layers one to seventeen—to prevent ordinary people from reaching the lowest layer.” “But isn’t that a castle in the air?” Ash asked. “It’s a castle in the air, but as long as Lord Senluo supports it, the castle can be as stable as the ground,” Weiser said. “But if Lord Senluo dies, the castle of the Kingdom of Senluo without a foundation will collapse in an instant. I don’t know what will happen, but a building collapsing without a foundation seems to have no other possibility than to become ruins.” “However, Lord Senluo is not without preparations. In fact, under normal circumstances, the Kingdom of Senluo wouldn’t have so many Great Skills—it generally had sixteen sects competing, just one fewer than the seventeen layers, as Lord Senluo consciously suppresses the number of Great Skills. Only when Lord Zhan loses control over the realm, do Great Skills enter a period of explosive growth… Currently, the wasteland should have about thirty Great Skills.” “Then, the Senluoians just need to fill the Silent Spiral with Great Skills to act as the foundation and stabilize the realm.” Ash asked, “Can this prevent the final apocalypse?” “No,” Weiser shook her head, forcefully kicking away sand, “It’s meant to welcome the apocalypse.” “It’s like pulling the plug from a water tank, and then the water would flow through the pipes into the sewers.” Weiser looked at Ash, “The Silent Spiral is both the foundation and the passage.” A chill swept over Ash’s mind: mortals cannot bear the Senluo dreamscape, yet Lord Zhan practically rushes to pass the Senluo dreamscape to Silver Lamp; the Silent Spiral is the path to inherit the Senluo dreamscape, and also the straight path to the apocalypse… “… When will this plug be pulled out?” “At any time, for example, I can pull out a small piece right now,” Weiser spread her hands, “Then the Senluo dreamscape will start to collapse, all beings would flow into the Silent Spiral and fall down, until they pour into our eternal resting place—the Void Realm.” “Besides, when I fully inherit the Senluo dreamscape, the plug will completely shatter.” Weiser laughed, “The so-called plug is ‘the power to maintain the existence of the Kingdom of Senluo.’ I don’t know how Lord Senluo managed it, but this requires Divine power to achieve such wonder, which I naturally am powerless to do.” “That’s why I say, I am the Destructive World Technique.” She scooped up sand and let it slide between her fingers, blowing away with the wind, “On the day I enter the dream, all beings will return to the cradle to sleep.” Weiser suddenly looked at Ash, “You should know by now, right?” Although she asked without context, Ash understood, “Igula deduced the truth of the Dead City and just told me everything. He described you as: knowing an impending disaster, having a miraculous knife, and those you kill will lead a happy life in another world, so you are a hero in another world, but in reality, you are just a murderous demon.” “Even though I know Igula is taking care of your feelings, I like his description very much.” Weiser smiled, “But there’s no such thing in reality—no happy life, no one seeing me as a hero, and the title of murderous demon is too mild for me.” “Since that’s the case, then you should understand as well.” Weiser stopped, looked at Ash, and said, “It’s not only me, not only the Gray Fox Mage. Destroying the Senluo dreamscape and dragging everyone into Hell is Lord Senluo’s wish.” “The Senluo dreamscape is excessively vast and complicated. For hundreds of years, countless mages have been adding bricks and tiles to the Senluo dreamscape day by day, stacking higher and higher… the ‘Sanctuary,’ ‘Twin System,’ ‘Mirror of Flowers,’ these Gray Fox legacies represent hundreds or even thousands of special word suffixes… Such a complex and massive system, maintained by only Lord Senluo, is like one person holding up an entire mountain range.” “It might not be possible for any other Divine Lord to perfectly take over this system. Now with Lord Zhan severely injured on the brink of death, the system he maintained becomes a burden he cannot bear, further accelerating his demise.” “So, the Gray Fox Mage left the inheritance layer in the ‘Sanctuary.’ At the moment of the Gray Fox Mage’s demise, thousands of mages jointly deduced the root of the disaster, but they didn’t find a way to save the realm, they listened to Lord Senluo’s plea.” “Thus, when I arrived at the eighteenth layer, I obtained the Senluo inheritance.” “I came two hundred years late,” Weiser said, “Lord Senluo was always waiting for me.” Ash suddenly recalled Igula’s words: Some tragedies have no solution, are a deadlock. Initially, Ash thought apocalypse was just Weiser’s single-minded pursuit; later he found out it was the Gray Fox Mage’s legacy; and now, he knows even Lord Senluo desires to abandon the crumbling land. For ordinary Senluoians, it is undoubtedly a catastrophic disaster—they did nothing wrong, yet were born in a doomed kingdom. Dıscover more novels at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 But can it be considered Lord Senluo’s fault? From the Fire Cat, Blue Bird, Gray Fox Era, it can be seen his original intention of constructing the ‘Dream Realm’ was good. Because Lord Senluo infused his dream into reality, the Senluo mages were able to build such a magnificent civilization. Even now, all Senluoians still receive blessings from Lord Senluo—the baby incubator where Senluoians are born is obviously an imaginative artifact only effective within the Kingdom of Senluo, not to mention Lord Zhan still maintains the realm’s operation. Moreover, Lord Zhan also acts out of helplessness; if he wasn’t gravely injured on the brink of death, the Kingdom of Senluo would have already entered the Fifth Divine Era, possibly even a materially abundant and prosperous era. Even Silver Lamp is the same way; if she didn’t come to the eighteenth layer of the Silent Spiral to become the Dream Master, in the future when Lord Zhan dies precipitously, the wasteland dreamscape collapses, the negative energy from Lord Zhan’s death will wash over the realm, turning all creatures into green beasts, plunging all beings into eternal hardship of the dark age. Everyone tried their best, but they can only choose between a bad outcome and a worse outcome; there is no perfect solution. Ash’s mind suddenly recalled one thing—he was drawn into the Senluo Wasteland as the First Gospel! He’s not the First Gospel, so he always thought he was summoned here to oppose the Four Pillars God Sect. But now it seems, the Four Pillars God Sect is merely a festering wound, while the heart of the Kingdom of Senluo is about to stop beating. If he were truly the First Gospel, he might easily discern the truth and understand the symptom of the Senluo wasteland. In other words, he was summoned to the Senluo Wasteland not to assist the Tribulation Fire Temple, nor to oppose the Four Pillars God Sect, but… “Still, it’s not too late now.” He murmured softly. “So,” Weiser walked before him, slightly raised her head to look at him. At such a close distance, her eyes bore no shame or other emotions, only a clear resolution, “Do you still want to stop me?” “I was never here to stop you,” Ash said. “I’m here to untie this deadlock.” He raised his hand, a peculiar Technique Spirit appeared in his palm. The Technique Spirit looked like a blank card, with a pair of transparent chan wings, flickering almost imperceptibly. “This is the Sky Gate Technique Spirit,” he said.