Chapter 1469
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Chapter 1469 Space-Time Predicament
Great Summer Border.
“What exactly is this thing…”
Cao Yuan stood before that pitch-black void, his brows tightly knitted. He tried to reach out and touch it, but his hand passed through as if nothing was there.
“There’s nothing here,” An Qingyu said, a flash of gray passing through his eyes as he shook his head. “Something has devoured everything that existed here, including light and air, so in our vision, it is absolute ‘nothingness’.”
“What about Seven Nights and the others?”
“…I don’t know,” An Qingyu answered honestly.
Even his [Only Correct Solution] couldn’t analyze what exactly happened when that bubble burst.
An Qingyu extended his palm, gently probing into that void, his brows slightly furrowing… For some reason, he vaguely sensed a familiar aura from within.
Boom—!
A deep rumbling sound came from the sky, the massive shadow of the Celestial Court broke through the mist, hovering in the sky above. Everyone felt their vision blur for a moment, and a Taoist appeared before them.
The Primordial Heavenly Lord gazed at this black gap, his eyes slightly narrowing.
He lightly tapped his fingertips, seemingly calculating something, then a trace of anger appeared between his brows. “Zeus…”
“Greetings, Primordial Heavenly Lord,” An Qingyu and the others bowed respectfully upon seeing this Taoist.
Primordial Heavenly Lord?
Hearing this name, Red Ribbon, Wen Qimo, and Molly felt their hearts tremble, and they quickly followed suit with a bow.
The Primordial Heavenly Lord nodded slightly and asked in a deep voice, “What exactly happened here?”
An Qingyu recounted what had transpired, particularly emphasizing the gray misty orb that Zeus had thrown down. After hearing his description, the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s expression grew increasingly grave.
“A bubble orb wrapped in gray mist…” he murmured.
“[The Key to the Gate], Yog-Sothoth.” A voice suddenly rang out as Michael’s hands tore open the void, his enormous figure instantly appearing before that blackness.
This suddenly appearing angelic giant startled Red Ribbon and the others. After seeing the six pure white wings, they quickly realized who it was. Wen Qimo and Red Ribbon exchanged glances and whispered:
“Is this the deity that Seven Nights represents?”
“It should be,” Red Ribbon nodded slightly. “The Seraph Michael, also the source of the miracle that preserved Cangnan for ten years…”
“[The Key to the Gate]… Isn’t He already dead?” the Primordial Heavenly Lord frowned as he spoke.
“He has merely fallen into a deathlike slumber, not truly disappeared. As long as this nameless mist exists, He will never perish… What Zeus dropped here should be a fragment of His former incarnation, or a part of His consciousness.”
Michael waved his hand lightly, and the power of miracles surged forth, quickly repairing the black crack before him. In just seconds, it was restored to its original state.
“[The Key to the Gate] is the all-knowing, all-seeing god, also the embodiment of space-time. His body fragments connect any space in and beyond the world… If I’m not mistaken, your people must have been drawn into a space-time crevice and are trapped there.”
“…I cannot calculate their location,” the Primordial Heavenly Lord shook his head and lowered his hand. “Is there any way to find them?”
“No,” Michael shook his head. “Except for the Cthulhu deities, no one knows which piece of space-time [The Key to the Gate]’s fragment connects to. Even Zeus, who released it, cannot predict what lies beyond the ‘door’.”
The Primordial Heavenly Lord’s brows furrowed deeper.
All of Great Summer’s deities and human pinnacles had been banished by the fragment, leaving only some weaker Night Watchers besides the two Heavenly Lords… This was essentially cutting off Great Summer’s foundation!
No matter what, he had to find a way to bring them back.
“After Odin, I had already warned the world that Zeus was still meddling with the Three Pillar Gods of the Cthulhu system… I shall fulfill my duty,” Michael slowly turned his head toward Olympus, his golden eyes narrowing slightly.
“I will go to Olympus to kill him.”
“Since he dared to use this thing so openly, he must have something to rely on,” the Primordial Heavenly Lord glanced at him. “You may not get your wish.”
“No matter what methods he uses, I will hunt him to the ends of the earth,” Michael looked at him with surprise. “He has banished all your Great Summer gods. Will you not join me to kill him?”
“The urgent matter is to first rescue our Great Summer gods and the others. Since they are trapped in some space-time, this poor Taoist will search every space-time, one by one,” the Primordial Heavenly Lord spoke calmly.
“Whether it takes a hundred years or a thousand… If we find them, we will make all of Olympus pay the price.
If we cannot find them… this poor Taoist will make the Olympian gods wish they were dead.”
In the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s eyes, there was not a trace of anger, but that deep, bottomless gaze caused an inexplicable palpitation in one’s heart.
This was the first time An Qingyu and the others had seen such an expression on the Heavenly Lord’s face.
Michael looked at the Primordial Heavenly Lord with a complex expression. He shook his head without saying more, his six white wings behind him flapped powerfully, and his figure instantly vanished.
“All of you, disperse as well,” the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s gaze swept over An Qingyu and the others as he waved his hand.
“…Yes.”
Everyone exchanged glances and quickly retreated toward Chennan Pass.
…
“Seven Nights… will be alright, won’t he?”
As the outer wall of Chennan Pass drew closer, Red Ribbon spoke with concern.
“Don’t think too much. They’re just trapped, they’ll be fine,” Wen Qimo said reassuringly. “Didn’t the Heavenly Lord say he would go find them? Their return is just a matter of time.”
Hearing Wen Qimo’s consolation, An Qingyu, Cao Yuan, and Jiang Er remained silent.
An Qingyu knew clearly in his heart that while this matter sounded simple, anything involving the Cthulhu mythology would be extremely thorny… The [Key to the Gate] mentioned by the Heavenly Lord and Michael was undoubtedly an existence standing at the top tier of the Cthulhu pantheon. A mere fragment could connect space-time, and even Michael and the Primordial Heavenly Lord couldn’t determine the exact location.
As for the Heavenly Lord’s words about searching all space-time… this was far more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack. The way of space-time is inherently complex and vast. Even a small bedroom has a thickness of time layered above it sufficient to occupy countless people for a lifetime to comprehend, let alone the entire world?
Even for the Primordial Heavenly Lord, trying to search all space-time would be as difficult as ascending to heaven… Even if he found them after thousands of years, while the Great Summer gods might still exist, the many human pinnacles and Lin Seven Nights would likely have long turned to dust.
