Chapter 172
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Chapter 172: Title
A cascade of astonishing events left the Atlanteans breathless. Those who had braced for horror beneath the tree now watched wide-eyed as Ali descended like drifting sakura petals.
"By the tides! Ali – were you flying just now?"
The aerial suspension and gradual descent did indeed mimic flight. Ye Linlang observed invisibly, her thoughts swirling like autumn leaves. She marveled how high-tier technology could mirror divine manifestations, its potency potentially surpassing mystical arts. Had Blue Star Technology achieved Tier Three Civilization status, reshaping universal laws might become unnecessary.
Yet this remained mere fancy.
When the system first connected her to the world consciousness, three paths had materialized: the pure technology ascent, primitive Spiritual Energy regression, or her chosen dual approach – the arduous but potent fusion of both. Rumor spoke of other worlds in the multiverse of countless worlds walking this razor’s edge; perhaps future encounters awaited.
The fruit-gathering children swarmed around Ali like curious minnows. "The broken branch…" Ali murmured, her sea-green eyes clouded. "Perhaps Goddess Haetis shielded me."
Thus manifested primitive civilization’s creed – the divine answer to all mysteries.
As hands crossed over hearts in synchronized devotion, the chorus rose: "Goddess Haetis, your faithful greet you!" The ritual completed, excited whispers bubbled forth:
"A goddess manifestation?"
"To the temple! The priest must hear this!"
Ye Linlang followed their hurried procession, noting how Atlantean regression hadn’t eroded sacred reverence. Though this technological origin universe constrained mystical forces through strict rules, she perceived the milky-white belief power coalescing around Ali – tangible proof of lingering divinity.
Her tier two capabilities paled against Ye Linlang’s suppressed divine essence, yet the girl’s pure faith shone brightest among the pale glimmers of shallow believers. Such devotion sustained deities – from Blue Star’s totem deities to the fading Daoist rituals of the East.
Touching her eyelids where Yahweh’s divine rank pulsed, Ye Linlang hungered to measure this world’s belief density. The crude tribal settlement unfolded before her – sharpened log palisades guarding wooden huts, centered around a weathered temple where power of belief swirled like ocean currents.
Within waited the tribe’s true ruler – a priestess whose fifty winters had etched eighty years’ wear. As the group recounted events, Ye Linlang’s gaze lingered on trembling Ali. Would this potential miracle-worker be celebrated… or feared?
"Great Priest." Ali’s voice quivered before the weathered oracle. None noticed the observing goddess smiling faintly in the shadows, already calculating how to harness the Ocean God Haetis’ accumulating worship.
"Child, don’t be afraid. Are you feeling any discomfort?" The priest gently inquired of Ali.
In her five decades of life, the priest had witnessed many peculiar events—how could humans fly? Yet if it concerned goddess Haetis, all became possible.
The priest trusted these children wouldn’t dare jest about the divine.
"I’m perfectly fine," came the steady reply.
"Is that so?" The priest’s weathered face creased into a smile after brief contemplation. "Goddess Haetis cherishes all who revere her with true devotion. There’s no cause for alarm…"
With practiced ease, the priest soothed the unsettled girl, attributing the miracle to their deity before ushering the group from the temple.
Ye Linlang observed the priest’s retreating figure slipping through stone columns. After momentary hesitation, her boots clicked against polished floors as she followed.
The crude yet meticulously smoothed statue dominated the sanctuary—a testament to Stone Age craftsmanship. Ye Linlang nodded faintly. For this primitive tribe, such work represented remarkable achievement.
Her stay lasted mere days before departure. The planet’s vastness called—countless activity signatures detected by the Ark awaited investigation. Land first, she decided; oceanic depths could wait.
Yet before leaving, Ye Linlang implanted her creation within the stone idol. These Atlanteans required guidance.
Dreams proved ideal vessels—whenever worshippers triggered preset keywords through prayer, her "Dream Seeds" would blossom. Daily Fantasy Points expenditure? Trivial compared to the coming revelation. She envisioned the awakening—first dreamer applying celestial knowledge, sparking wildfire through scattered tribes.
For seventeen sunrises, her aircraft traced continental contours. Three hundred settlements received hidden gifts beneath crude statues. Census calculations brought dismay—barely 200,000 souls scattered like starved across the globe.
"Such depletion," she murmured. Atlantis’ arrival here must have been catastrophic. Only vestiges remained—odd linguistic quirks, weathered machinery fragments in larger camps—ghosts of fallen glory.
Returning to the Ark’s humming core, Ye Linlang contemplated the holographic Proxima b. "Planet Atlantis," she declared, fingers dancing across controls. Renaming complete.
Cosmic-scale rule manipulation demanded power beyond current grasp. Yet alternatives existed—while expanding Blue Star’s influence incrementally, strategic "Awakening of Spiritual Energy" could bridge starry gulfs.
Her World Tree’s purpose transcended ornamentation. Nestled in folded spacetime, its roots thirsted for Fantasy Points to engulf Atlantis. Once merged, azure branches would pierce alien soil, extending Blue Star’s laws across light-years.
The Tree drank eternally from void currents, gorging during world ascensions. Accumulated energy would one day enable galactic-scale transformations—entire star systems reshaped as World Tree tendrils became Spiritual Energy conduits.
Blue Star’s privilege as cosmic heart ensured first nourishment, though tier two status constrained total energy. Without the Tree siphoning 90%, her homeland’s atmosphere would drown in condensed Spiritual Energy.
"System—subaquatic probe reports?"
【Processed and ready, Your Excellency, the Major Deity.】
The main screen rippled into cerulean depths. Cutting-edge sensors revealed submarine landscapes in crystalline detail—an alien seascape awaiting conquest.
