Chapter 520
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Chapter 520: Can She Stand by His Side?
Many acts of “dog food” were given by Bai Yan exclusively to Mu Ling.
She felt the changes within herself in a magical and unexpected way.
As Mu Ling accepted this terrifying power, in this very moment, she could finally understand what it truly meant to “rise to the top of the world.”
“I, unexpectedly, became so strong.”
Lower-ranked Apocalypse, breakthrough, middle-ranked Apocalypse, breakthrough, upper-ranked Apocalypse, breakthrough… Quasi-god!
Mu Ling’s strength was enhanced to an incredibly high level, reaching the realm of a quasi-god in a single breath!
Nowadays, Mu Ling, who had arrived at the Babel Tower, had undergone a tremendous change compared to a few minutes ago.
She had become incredibly powerful, hundreds of times stronger!
With a single thought, she could plunge the entire country into darkness for a long time.
Because she didn’t choose any other possibilities, Mu Ling’s “enlightenment” reinforced her existing basic abilities.
Darkness, still, remained her most perfect weapon and symbol.
“Even if I encounter that ‘Mr. Xia,’ I… have confidence that I won’t lose!”
Mu Ling trembled all over, and what surged up from deep within her wasn’t just joy, but a feeling of being lost and unable to control her emotions anymore.
She felt that she was special to the Savior.
The Savior had never before valued any other members of the Babel Tower as much.
Upon realizing her own uniqueness, she truly felt lost and unsure of what to do…
Will you devote yourself wholeheartedly, body and soul, to the Savior?
No, that was merely the simplest and most fundamental responsibility.
Just like that, it was utterly impossible to repay the great Savior—far from enough.
Mu Ling’s heart was in turmoil.
Originally, she had been resolute in her decision to forsake her dignity and plead with the Savior to make herself stronger and enhance her abilities.
Now, her abilities were indeed enhanced, but… the extent of this enhancement was simply too exaggerated!
Even Mu Ling, who had always been shamelessly self-aware, didn’t know what to do!
She simply couldn’t come up with anything to repay him.
[No need for repayment.]
[Since you are my sharp blade, my support, then why would I need any repayment when I sharpen my own blade?]
The voice of the Savior resonated once again.
What Bai Yan said was from the heart; he doesn’t need Mu Ling to repay him at all.
Or rather, her acts of gratitude had already been sufficient.
Mu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the words of the Savior made sense, but also feeling both nervous and respectful.
The Savior truly had immense trust and expectation in her.
Savior, acknowledge that I am meant to be Your blade.
“I understand… I will never let you down.”
Bai Yan sat upon the throne, pretending and inwardly sensing Mu Ling’s wandering thoughts, gradually coming to realize something.
In reality, even if she were to reveal her hidden disguise and appear as Bai Yan, Mu Ling would not waver in the slightest, nor would she feel perplexed.
Because no matter what, Bai Yan truly was the very Savior she had always believed in.
Even if I were to completely reveal myself now, disclosing all my identities, and even being open about all my experiences, she would never have any doubts.
She would still carry out all the commands I issued.
Bai Yan glanced at Mu Ling’s character card.
Loyalty, 10!
So far, among all the members of the Babel Tower, Mu Ling is the only Core Operator whose loyalty has reached a “10.”
9 represents the pinnacle of ordinary loyalty, while 10 signifies the peak of devotion.
Bai Yan remained silent.
In certain stories, only a few major antagonists hidden deep behind the scenes can cultivate fanatical, pathological subordinates, manipulating them into facing extreme dangers with near-madness.
But truth be told, he felt that Mu Ling remained normal.
However, certain beliefs between the two had long since completely aligned, resonating in perfect harmony.
Fortunately, your master is me, Mu Ling, and not someone else.
I will not lead you to do anything excessive.
Okay, now roll on the ground a few times!
Cough, cough… Just kidding.
Bai Yan, of course, only thought about it in his mind and never uttered this command out loud.
To be honest, he did have a little mischievous thought.
However, since it was said like that, Mu Ling would definitely follow it in confusion, and then it would settle in her mind, while he couldn’t help but continue with mischievous pranks…
Never mind, let’s not start this after all. Hmm, we should maintain the image of the Savior!
Bai Yan’s eyes slightly narrowed.
Mu Ling.
I also promise to you, no matter what happens, I will never betray your beliefs.
Mu Ling, who was kneeling on one knee, had no idea that deep inside her mind, the Savior she admired and believed in was actually just a jumble of thoughts and confusion.
He stood up slowly.
Mu Ling was startled. In over a year’s time, she had never seen the Savior stand up before!
Then, the kneeling girl saw the magnificent figure slowly descend the steps, gradually approaching her.
What does the Savior want to do?
Bai Yan walked to her side, calmly clasping his hands behind his back, guiding the surrounding space to slowly distort.
[Go, there is a place that has always been prepared for you. Sigh.]
In his hands, there existed an Ultimate Ritual that was “almost complete.”
Half of it is an Ultimate Ritual related to the “Philosopher’s Stone,” which was taken from the hands of the queen.
And another “one” of the Ultimate Rituals was seized without hesitation from the poor witch classmate…
Bai Yan opened his palm, revealing the crucial “key.”
A pitch-black ring.
Once upon a time, Merete Chambers risked her life to enter the Temple of Dark Light for this key that would lead to divinity.
She stood unfazed even in the face of the pressure from the Incarnation of Dark Light.
Its importance was undeniable.
The surrounding scenery was constantly changing.
Everything was shattering, rebuilding, and the two of them found themselves outside the Babel Tower, in a completely different place.
In mid-air.
“Huff…”
The next moment, Mu Ling heard the sound of the waves.
She remained kneeling in mid-air with one knee, refusing to stand up, fixating her gaze on the spot below her.
The wild and tumultuous crashing waves.
“This is… the Fantasy Sea.”
In the World of Noah, across the vast ocean that separates three continents, hundreds of meters below the feet of the two individuals who were walking seemingly on air.
The reason why the Fantasy Sea is called the Fantasy Sea is because here, fragments of the “Dimension of Imagination” exist.
Many wonders and creatures from people’s imaginations would magically appear in the Fantasy Sea and then vanish into thin air.
Sometimes, even mythical creatures of “Apocalypse” level, along with equally dangerous and terrifying illusions, would appear.
Therefore, crossing the Fantasy Sea was a very dangerous endeavor.
This is also why the three countries, located on three different continents, had very limited communication with each other.
Like Mu Ling’s butler daringly crossing over to the Air Alliance, and Scarlet Moon leading her people away from Dark Light, these were truly life-or-death gambles.
Beneath Mu Ling’s feet stretched an endless expanse of ocean, waves rising and falling as if whispering secrets to the sky. Yet, amidst this vastness, her heart was filled with uncertainty.
“Great Savior, I would never doubt Your will, but… may I ask why we have come here?”
Her voice was calm, but her mind raced with speculation. What significance did this place hold? Was the Savior seeking something among these imagined creations brought into existence?
Not long ago, Bai Yan had received a cryptic message.
A figure known only as “Ji” had sent him a letter, revealing a crucial truth—buried beneath the Fantasy Sea lay the last of the hidden “Ultimate Rituals” in the world of Noah. And the key to unlocking it? The pitch-black ring now resting in Bai Yan’s palm.
He had come to a stark realization.
No matter how much he ascended, no matter how vast his strength became, true godhood would forever remain beyond his reach. Even after stepping into the realm of demi-gods, an invisible boundary held him back. The exact reason eluded him, yet he instinctively understood—forcing the process would bring catastrophic, irreversible consequences.
If he could not claim divinity for himself… there was only one path left.
Bai Yan’s golden gaze flickered toward the girl kneeling beside him. Without hesitation, he activated the ring.
The Fantasy Sea obeyed.
The turbulent waves halted mid-motion, as though frozen in time. Then, in a breathtaking display, the endless waters split apart, cleaving down the middle. A vast abyss yawned before them, plunging into the unknown depths below.
Mu Ling inhaled sharply, feeling an immense and indescribable presence.
This sea—woven from fragments of dimensional thought—had cradled something far beyond mere anomalies. In the distant past, a fragment of unfathomable origin had drifted here, merging with the Fantasy Sea. It had not simply given birth to this surreal domain. It had become something more.
The fusion of the Anomalous Star and the Dark Light Savior, a god who had successfully ascended, had led to the creation of this very moment—the final key to transcendence!
[“Step forward, Mu Ling,” murmured a voice, both gentle and unfathomable.]
[“This is your Ultimate Ritual.”]
The Savior’s decree was absolute.
Yet, Mu Ling hesitated, confusion flickering across her usually resolute gaze.
Become a god?
Her?
The idea had never once crossed her mind.
Gods were distant, enigmatic beings, existing on a plane beyond mortal comprehension. Even if she were to ascend, she could never match the unfathomable presence of the Savior. Yet, the undeniable truth remained—once she became a deity, her very nature would change.
A thought surfaced, striking her with an intensity that made her heartbeat quicken.
If she became a god…
Would that mean—
She could finally stand at His side?
