Even the End itself wouldn’t feel this is a seal... It would likely sigh in relief, feeling that the chaotic phenona outside finally disappeared, and its space can finally beco normal, steadily waiting for the mont to fall into the singularity.
[What you said indeed makes sense...]
At this mont, the Galewind Dragon King was completely convinced by Ian, and couldn’t help but murmur: [No wonder you are a Pioneer... I used to wonder, given the greatness of The Creator, why seek the seeds of Pioneers to join himself in the universe... Now I completely understand, each Pioneer represents a way to break through conventional thinking]
[So, does this an we can possibly avoid the End’s scrutiny and quietly leave the Cradle? Or even... communicate with it?]
"It’s difficult. The Star God must have tried every thod as well, and the essence of the Demon of the Abyss must be vastly different from the ’ideal model’ I’ve described, just like the difference between a normal chicken and an ’ideal spherical chicken in a vacuum’. With our technology, it’s impossible to find a way to communicate with the End, at most just avoiding their observational capabilities."
Ian shook his head slightly; he didn’t believe he was unique. The Star God must have done everything they could, and they had even surpassed the End several tis.
Moreover...
"Dragon King, look."
With his head turned from the Life Sustaining Chamber, Ian gazed upon the azure Tella Continent.
The white-haired young man stared at this planet, smiling slightly, with a hint of helplessness: "Look, Humans. People walk in the sa ti and space, share the sa language and thoughts, and almost identical ntal structures and logic."
"Yet even so, isn’t there still war and slaughter? Isn’t there still deceit and betrayal?"
"While communication is certainly better than none, after ten Paradise Holy Wars... even if there was a chance for communication originally, now it’s likely turned into a true war without end."
At these words, Ian slowly closed his eyes and said softly: "My body is a bit tired... Dragon King, sorry, I might need to rest for a while..."
[...Alright]
The Dragon King gazed at the young human before him with a complex expression.
If not for following Ian’s Seer’s Ability and learning of the ons together, Helmdonar Beveril would have found it hard to imagine that this white-haired, slender, even-underage child from the past era’s civilization bore such imnse causality and power.
The being before him could either save or destroy the world.
His birth on this planet destined him to lead everyone back to the stars.
And his madness surpassed the understanding of the Galewind Dragon King...
The mad Prophet, the mad Pioneer...
At this mont, the Dragon King finally understood the gap between himself and the ’Pioneer’.
[Rest well, Prophet]
So said the Dragon King, as the Life Sustaining Chamber containing Ian sank into the Dragon Island, leaving only his soul sound reverberating: [I will ensure, you will be reborn in the healthiest state]
...
While Ian on Dragon Island fell into a self-healing slumber, another Ian stood in the Subspace Dragon Nest of the Icefog Dragon at the Exotic Species Research Institute.
There weren’t two Ians, just two bodies under the control of a single will, like a dual-screen computer: one goes offline to rest while the other continues to work.
"Am I pushing myself too hard? Even Teacher Hiliard rely swapped resting and thinking with left and right brains. It seems like I’m always working..."
Ian muttered to himself, and Sio, beside him, keenly caught the keyword: "Sleep? Ian, do you want to sleep?"
"If you want to sleep, you can rest!" Yisen Gard quickly chid in, looking at Ian with concern: "You’ve been fighting for so long, and forcibly separating body and soul; not resting could genuinely lead to issues."
"On the contrary, I’m quite spirited." Shaking his head slightly, Ian looked around the Dragon Nest, then located a spot and wiped it: "The one that’s been in more battles is my other body. My soul, apart from so overclocked operations, hasn’t been too drained, and I’ve recovered in this period."
"Sio and Anfa can easily understand, right?"
"Indeed." "True." Both dragon-blooded girls nodded in understanding—it’s like switching from one prosthetic body to another when one gets tired; the soul stuff is quite easy.
Yisen Gard indicated he was not sufficiently dragonized.
"It’s this one."
At this mont, Ian exerted his strength, vibrating the Dragon Nest’s ice wall almost completely frozen over by millennia of ice.
Crack, the outer ice layer of the ice wall shattered, revealing the semi-transparent ’frozen ice’ behind it.
"Uncorrodable Ice." Ian nodded slightly and smiled: "This is Uncorrodable Ice that’s been saturated with Dragon Power—the influence of the Qing Steel Dragon on its environnt would lead to the birth of Qing Steel Stone, while the Icefog Dragon’s influence naturally leads to the birth of Uncorrodable Ice."
"The Uncorrodable Ice within the Dragon Nest is tougher than typical Uncorrodable Ice, with better Origin Quality conductivity; it can be one of the raw materials for my ’temporary body’."
Although currently, Fifth Energy Level powerhouses are still standoffs in the Domain of Void, Ian doesn’t believe Axel fails to observe those leaving the Exotic Species Research Institute.
Therefore, he must find materials to build his body before departing for the World Tree City, to create a real ’prosthetic’ ahead of ti.
The Dragon-attributed Uncorrodable Ice perfectly matches Ian’s needs as a theoretical Fairy Blood Ascender with Dragon Blood.
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