The material world, Dragon Island, deliberately adjusting its orbit, the Dragon Kings floating above the Starfall Sea, happened to see in the corner of the Terra Continent, like an eye, the center of the circular ocean, illuminated by silver-blue light.
Just like an ancient deity opening its eyes, letting the light from the heart project outward, gazing up at the stars.
[What is this?!]
The confronting sides, whether it was Zhenyuan or the Crystal Dragon, the Wanshan Nation Master, or Elves.
Whether the leader of the Dwarves or the sacrificial rite of Cold Mountain.
Even, Magical Beasts on the other side of the planet were suspiciously looking around, searching for the source of that inexplicable sense of panic.
All, all the strong ones, whether they supported Ian or whether they cared about the Perpetual Motion Machine, all looked towards Falling Star City, projecting their power, senses, and sight.
[No way!] At this mont, in the City of Knowledge, sealed within ’The Great Library Guardian’s’ body, the Grand Scholar, the Soul of the Seeker (Kerraith Inquiry), uttered an incredulous voice: [This, this is...]
[This is the prelude to surpassing the Fifth Energy Level, to the Sixth Echelon?!]
[How is it possible? Even if Ian Silverpeak is a genius, a monster, inheriting all of Hiliard and Yinaiga’s legacy as a ’Complete Form,’ he absolutely couldn’t be this quick!!!]
And within the Guardian, the oldest soul slowly pondered, perceiving the distant fluctuations, vast in thought.
[So this is it,] the ’Grand Master’ muttered: [What I lack is not wisdom... but the courage to face death.]
Then, they all saw.
A ray of light burst from Terra’s crust depths, piercing through the earth, breaking through the ocean, traversing the sky, dazzling beams surged forth like mountains, like pillars, breaking through like shell cracks, reaching the sky’s apex, pouring into the universe, causing the Void Sea to ripple endlessly.
A terrifying power stirred the Ether Sea, superluminal ripples spreading.
At the sa ti, within the light elent furnace.
Ian’s body was already completely Aetherized, yet not purely Aether.
Within Pioneer of Iron, The Unyielding Fortress’s overly solid material structure forms the skeleton of ascension.
And the Spirit of the Fairy resonating with the Silver Sea continuously released a gentle yet penetrating light, covering the skeleton, transforming into flesh like real yet unreal, refracting myriad rays like glass diamonds.
And at the mont the body and flesh ford, the surrounding space-ti began to tremble, shake, as countless phantasms appeared around him accompanied by the space-ti quaking.
These silver phantasms centered on Ian, more precisely, centered on the Heart of Guidance, like rain lake ripples instantly born instantly extinguished. Their forms vary, so frail, so ordinary, so strong, so seemingly elders, so not even humans but certain birds, Dragon Beasts, and the swarm.
But regardless of form, once seen, whoever would know.
Those are ’Ian.’
Those are possibilities of phantasms within infinite parallel universes, a superposition state existing on Ian.
Relying on the [Pioneer Platform], Ian can instantly replace his Aether True Body with one from any parallel space-ti, and each Ian from parallel ti-space would create an extrely tailored Aether True Body targeting the Terra strong opponent he faces.
Using this trick, he can single-handedly securely defeat any Terra strong one... But precisely because of the specialized attack’s strength, if faced with an enemy that cannot be specialized against, Ian, though abundant in energy reserve but not infinite, unable to support two-sided combat simultaneously, would fall into disadvantage.
However, should there be infinite energy, and with the will to transcend ti and space, constituting a ’Loop’ eternal faith...
Perhaps it might transcend all this.
Sound.
A strange song, a weak lody, space-ti interwoven, twisted producing vibrant tremors, no singer, nor lyrics, yet an elegant and sacred lody arose from nowhere. In this conjured sacred song, Ian steps, entering the Silver Sea.
And all phantasms instantly stagnated, then converge into one.
The most intense, surging storm sound ca to his ears.
Before his eyes was a pale sight, followed by darkness.
But finally, green veins brightened, along with infinite symphonies, filled with the infinite, perated all.
That was the countless space-ti strings being plucked sounding, then resonated vibrantly dominating all creation; that was endless Aether surging intertwined gathering, traversing infinite space-ti streams constructing the circulation ford.
This sound is destiny, the score of fate; this circulation is the future, also chaos’s possibility.
It tremors, resonates, symphonizes, fractures, like infinite parallel space-tis fracturing such splitting, like river bifurcation diagrams spreading such dividing, that is infinite endless fracturing, infinite endless interwoven constructing an expansive infinite web.
This river is the universe’s trajectory, is everything’s fate, it expounds all, every possibility, so whether questioning or transforming, whether obeying or overcoming, is all part of [Destiny], is all the lody of fate.
But it still endlessly fractures, because [Chaos] continues changing everything, so it must eternally without rest fracture down, without beginning, without end, endless endless.
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