Chapter 243
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Chapter 243: Title
Ye Linlang carved out a new dimensional space to serve as their council chamber.
She gathered all her external avatars, her mind troubled by the world consciousness’ prophecy of catastrophe in Six Hundred Years. Truth be told, she’d initially planned a gradual approach – centuries of careful cultivation to strengthen Blue Star’s foundations.
Though Blue Star appeared prosperous, its core remained fragile. The exaggerated "background information" she’d designed now haunted her, projecting false strength where true power should reside.
The vaunted high-ranking deities remained pitifully few, mere masks worn by herself. While sufficient to deceive low-tier practitioners, any encounter with genuine deities of equivalent rank would instantly reveal the charade.
When would Blue Star grow into the grand civilization she’d promised? The current reality left her anxious even when facing tier seven worlds. Yet hope persisted – Blue Star’s immense potential meant that whether through millennia or eons, her vision would eventually materialize if they overcame each trial.
As she awaited her counterparts, Ye Linlang’s fingers danced through holograms of slumbering virtual worlds – her experimental petri dishes where civilizations fermented. Through manipulated timeflows and controlled variables, she observed how different cultures developed power systems. When critical thresholds approached, automated systems injected precisely measured energy to accelerate evolution, a process far more efficient than her former brute-force methods.
Where once she’d spent 100,000 Fantasy Points forcing immediate growth, the new 1:100 temporal ratio conserved ninety percent of energy while achieving similar results over extended virtual timelines. Four real-world centuries became forty virtual millennia – sufficient for primitive societies to rise, though not always human. Some worlds birthed scaled philosophers or crystalline intellects instead of hairless apes.
During her periodic dormancy for cosmic analysis, the system monitored Blue Star’s progress while her avatars subtly guided development:
Apparitions materialized around the council table – fragments of her will given flesh:
— Ye Er, branch director of the Special Bureau, her four-century bureaucratic disguise wearing thinner by the decade.
— Ji Lang, Kunlun’s eternal sentinel, his forged legend as Ancient Cultivator guarding both hell gate and secret realm for the saints.
— Belial Ved, the dark council’s first leader and Hell’s Seventh King, whose machinations kept Western light-dark conflicts simmering.
— Xiao Tianji, celestial chessmaster dispensing fate-twisting advice to desperate petitioners.
— Beth, elf priestess of forgotten groves.
Over a dozen entities took form – male and female, renowned and obscure, earthly and otherworldly. None would suspect their connection beyond this sanctum, nor imagine how their subtle manipulations shaped Blue Star’s destiny.
Ye Linlang reclined in her World Tree pinnacle throne, mist-veiled expanses stretching beyond the chamber. Even her avatars required explicit permission to enter this sanctum rivaling the world consciousness’ core.
"An unexpected reunion," she addressed the gathering, observing her splintered selves. The council’s eerie silence spoke volumes – had these incarnations met elsewhere, blades might have replaced words.
“True Form, after four centuries of slumber, you’ve finally awakened,” spoke Ye Er.
Among the gathered avatars, only she had encountered their True Form more frequently. Though these manifestations felt no fear toward their creator, reverence lingered in their demeanor. Their speech neither mimicked rigid hierarchy nor trespassed invisible boundaries.
“Your dedication these four hundred years is appreciated.”
Ye Linlang observed her assembled external avatars with curiosity—this unprecedented gathering resembled gazing into a fractured mirror reflecting facets of her soul. Each embodiment carried fragments of her essence, making them paradoxically both separate entities and extensions of herself.
Xiao Tianji inclined his head. “Formalities are unnecessary, True Form. This is our fundamental purpose.”
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the chamber. Their existence itself answered this calling, woven into their metaphysical fabric during creation.
A maiden adorned with sapphire blossoms crowning her raven tresses broke the silence. “This convocation concerns more than retrospective courtesies, surely?” As Africa’s clandestine totem deity, her recent millennia had unfolded with uncommon tranquility amidst her divine peers.
Ye Linlang’s faint smile acknowledged the truth beneath the words—no earthly event escaped her omniscience upon awakening. “Perceptive as ever. A graver matter compels us.”
Her fingers traced arcane sigils midair, summoning a holographic cataclysm above the council table. Gasps echoed as apocalyptic visions unfolded—continental shelves fracturing, skylines dissolving into ash, civilizations crumbling like sandcastles beneath tidal fury.
“Five centuries hence, this desolation awaits Blue Star. Merely ten percent shall endure when celestial wrath descends.”
The avatars stiffened. Having weathered four hundred years of crises that always concluded in hard-won victories, this raw projection of absolute ruin struck like physical blows.
After permitting moments for composure, Ye Linlang’s voice crystallized the heavy air. “Our path is clear—Blue Star must ascend to tier seven within five hundred years. No alternatives exist.”
“Seven?!” Ye Er’s teacup clattered against saucer. Her Special Bureau tenure granted grim awareness—world ascension’s exponential difficulty made tier four’s four-century climb arduous enough. Quadrupling that progression rate seemed beyond recklessness.
The True Form’s gaze swept the assembly. “Hear my directives…”
Fifteen precise minutes later, avatars dispersed with assignments—compile dossiers on every latent talent within their domains. Systems and algorithms, while efficient, lacked intuition for diamond-in-the-rough potentials.
Alone in her sanctum, Ye Linlang absently sipped citrus-scented soda while monitors flickered with dossiers: Li Canghai’s thunderous martial arts, Merlinka’s bioluminescent alchemy, Augustus’s chrono-manipulations. Each luminary could dominate lesser worlds alone.
Her creations’ profiles followed—Xiao Tianji’s celestial computations, Youyang’s ghostly arias, Michael’s prismatic wings. Combined with deities like Bai Wei whispering to ecosystems, Blue Star’s classification as “ordinary lower world” grew increasingly absurd.
A spatial anomaly’s pulse interrupted her thoughts.
*
White Jade Capital’s mist-wreathed spires loomed above clouds where Ji Lang materialized per Special Bureau request. Below the Floating Cloud Immortal Officer’s registration pavilion, mountain winds carried whispers of an approaching presence.
"Please wait a moment. An immortal dignitary has arrived," declared the Floating Cloud Immortal Officer with solemnity, rising to greet the newcomer.
The Ascenders from small worlds exchanged curious glances. Though the Immortal Officer had never displayed overt disdain, his previous detached demeanor had now transformed into unmistakable reverence.
At the city gate of the fairy city down the mountain, swirling mists parted to reveal a celestial crane gliding forth with melodic cries. The majestic creature dipped its neck respectfully before Ji Lang.
Clad in snow-white robes with silver sword gleaming, the dark-haired man regarded the crane with piercing serenity.
"I serve as the Crane Envoy of this sanctuary. The Floating Cloud Immortal Officer requests the honor of welcoming you," trilled the crane, its youthful voice belying a Tier Two cultivation level.
As one of Ye Linlang’s external avatars, the envoy possessed only fragmented knowledge permitted by its creator. The profound truths of existence remained sealed within Ye Linlang and the world consciousness itself.
Across Blue Star, scholars debated the impending transformations after Tier Four breakthroughs. Prevailing theories suggested realms like White Jade Capital and Penglai Fairyland emerged through global Awakening – ancient sanctuaries previously inaccessible due to limited cosmic tiers.
This conjecture held partial truth. The missing piece lay in Ye Linlang’s original design – these secret realms required both temporal alignment and post-Ascension Spiritual Energy reserves to manifest fully. Forced activation would drain catastrophic power, hence her strategic postponement.
"Please ascend," the crane invited, feathers glimmering with otherworldly light.
With fluid grace, Ji Lang alighted upon the broad wings. "My gratitude."
"The privilege is mine," the envoy replied, powerful strokes carrying them skyward. Though satellites captured blurred glimpses of White Jade Capital, none could truly comprehend its splendor until witnessing it firsthand.
From their aerial vantage, Ji Lang surveyed the Spiritual Energy mists veiling the fairy city – phantom echoes of bygone vitality lingering in the luminous haze. The crane soared toward gilded clouds crowning the highest peak, where auroral lights danced perpetually since the sanctuary’s emergence.
Upon landing at an elevated platform, the crane underwent miraculous metamorphosis – shrinking into a crane-embroidered youth with childish features. "The Hall of the Dao awaits," the transformed envoy gestured. "Floating Cloud personally attends your registration."
As they traversed celestial paths, the guide narrated landmarks: "This platform for receiving Ascenders leads to the registry hall where…"
Soon they approached vermilion pillars framing a grand edifice. Beneath the "Hall of the Dao" plaque stood an ethereal maiden, her forehead graced by azure droplet and arms draped with flowing silks.
With ritual precision, the maiden pressed palms to waist in formal salute. "Honored immortal, I am Floating Cloud, keeper of ascension records. Might I inquire your sacred name?"
"Ji Lang," came the resonant reply, accompanied by a regal nod.
