Capítulo 1670: Chapter 316: The First ‘Ian’ (Part 1)
However, the White-Haired Prophet couldn’t receive such rcy.
He would drift through infinite ti, reincarnating, being reborn… just like the fish swimming upstream, or the moths charging into the fire, endlessly pursuing the final answer for his desires.
A perfect ending.
Just as the Glorious Light casts shadows, questions seek answers, Ian gradually awakens in this endless phantasmal realm.
He gazes at all of this.
An Ian with a smile on his face and wings on his back, petite and nimble, floats on the flower paths of the Domain of Void, surrounded by countless Fae who fly around him, listening to their Prophet recounting the road ahead.
An Ian stands on a cliff, donned in a military uniform, gazing at the distant city, determined to initiate a massive revolution as a Pioneer, aiming to fundantally overthrow every chaos in Terra, otherwise, he would never find peace.
An Ian wearing a crown of thorns lowers his eyes and reaches out, placing a hand full of compassion on the forehead of a baptized believer. As the Marks are inscribed, a new power sprouts within this forr mortal, joining the collective network to be with everyone.
An Ian against the world, an Ian rushes into the sun.
Countless phantasms transford into light points in the young Prophet’s eyes, and countless light points ford into a self-enclosing, eternally revolving line.
It is nad ‘Circle’, also known as ‘Reincarnation’.
It is the End, and also the creation; it is existence, yet also Nihility.
Each ending of life is the beginning of a new life; every ti history falls into Nihility, it is the creation of new possibilities.
‘Circle’ is the basis of reincarnation, ‘Circle’ is a necessity for perfection; ‘Circle’ is a tool to break reincarnation, ‘Circle’ is also the true Nihility itself—for the pursuit of genuine aning, to find the desired conclusion, where the Prophet walks, countless worlds turn into dust of Nihility.
And all these worlds, look towards Ian, displaying their phantasms, sending out their ‘proof of once-existing’.
“What I want to see is not these!”
But Ian raised his head, saying coldly, “If you were , were ‘Ian’, you should understand, we have sacrificed ourselves, sacrificed everything about ourselves, to gain the power to pursue the future.”
“Since this is the case, do not look back, do not recall, until reaching the end!”
“What I want to see is not the circle, but the origin. What I want to see is not the process of reincarnation, but the origin of reincarnation!”
So saying, the crown above Ian’s head shone like the sun, and he roared, “Show , all the origins of ‘Ian’, my original ‘prototype’!”
“That original ‘Pioneer’!”
The Silver Sky Gateway heeded this voice.
The Silver Sky Gateway responded to this command.
Countless stars in the Silver Sky Gateway lit up with brilliance, like a burning Milky Way.
[Impossible, how could it be?!]
In Terra’s satellite orbit, Kerraith’s expression changed dramatically: [Why does it consu such much energy? The retrospection hasn’t even started, rely a prelude, yet it requires energy more vast than retrospection of hundreds or thousands of people in the plan…]
[Furthermore, why does Terra’s Aether Sea boil? Such Mystical Phenona have never occurred with past Prophets…]
[Prophet?]
And the Guardian repeated, puzzled, then his face suddenly changed: [Could it be that Mahdi and Ian…]
With His level of information channels and Wisdom, he instantly understood Mahdi’s true identity: [I see, from the beginning, there was only him… he has already acquired Yinaiga’s Legacy!]
And Kerraith no longer cared about him, leaving countless Phantasms to obstruct the Guardian, while he disappeared, diving deep into the Domain of Void.
The Silver Sky Gateway and the Aether Sea connected, as well as several large Aether Furnace Cores newly built in the City of Knowledge, welcoming a new powerful host.
An energy far surpassing dozens of tis before exploded instantly, an aether current was pushed into the Silver Sky Gateway, blue eyes fixed on the Dark Gold Colossus Dragon within the beams, filled with bafflent and curiosity: [Indeed, you far exceed my imagined mystery, not rely another successful ‘’-created ‘Eternal Ones’…]
[Let see, indeed, what is your origin!]
Responding to Ian’s command, absorbing imnse energy, the Silver Sky Gateway revolved, manifesting faithfully the ‘past’ he wished to see.
The silver-blue radiant fla reversed along the annular river of ti, traversing chaos and destiny, layer by layer peeling away the ruins and wasteland of history, unearthing the oldest foundation from the very bottom, allowing Ian to see that true ‘self’, the true ‘Ian’.
The beginning of the Circle and Reincarnation.
In Terra year 758, a baby of the White Folks opened his eyes on a stormy night, not crying or shouting, rely surveying the entire small room with a gaze full of curiosity, locking eyes with the tired and hesitant woman who both wanted to hold him and gaze out the window.
The woman who just gave birth looked towards the roaring sea, her lover and the child’s father caught in the storm, she knew the possibilities of survival were slim, wanting to cry but also not wanting to weep in front of the child.
“Ian…”
The child’s watery eyes reminded her of her lover’s pupils, the mother touched the infant’s cheek, forcing back her sorrow, softly said, “From now on, it’s just the two of us.”
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