318: Chapter 298: The Fate of the Star Seeker (5/4, 15k update, the ruins are essentially over)_3 318: Chapter 298: The Fate of the Star Seeker (5/4, 15k update, the ruins are essentially over)_3 It was the influence between Prophets that blinded the vision of the Prophets of the Huai Guang Church, leading them to mistake
Ian for the brave warrior who could stop the Nest Will.
That was the true crisis that threatened the entire world, a disaster that ‘only those present could stop’!
But…
The sword left by his teacher, clenched in his hand, along with the warm flow from the Heart Core, slightly sobered the white-haired youth.
Ian rembered the brilliance of the Core Chip.
It was the radiant and shimring, dreamlike and magnificent glow composed of countless colors…
the “rainbow” brilliance.
Rainbow.
—Yes.
Gold is not the highest level of mist.
Above it, there is a rainbow-colored ‘future’!
“Let be greedy just this once—”
With a curve forming at the corner of his mouth, Ian allowed the Origin Quality to burn on his skin before channeling it into the longsword in his hand, and calmly said, “This is the greed of a Prophet, because one can see the future, and thus can never refrain, never will they be able to refrain…”
“Refrain from reaching for the best possible future!”
He lifted his head, locking eyes with the Nest Will opposite him, discerning its weakness.
The brain within the cocoon throbbed anxiously, sensing the pure enmity.
Crystals and tals were drawn to it, covering the cocoon as a last defense.
Just a little longer, and the frenzied Matriarch would free itself to co and protect it; it only needed to hold on for a little while longer.
Yet it kept extending an invitation to the youth, hoping he would beco its master, the true Heart of the Swarm, allowing them to reach the Sky.
But Ian ignored the Spirit Energy Tentacles that were searching for cracks and clefts in his spirit.
His determination had once again solidified, once again reaffirming his own desires.
—The Worm Nest before him had a history of a thousand years, while the ruins accompanying it were creations from sixteen hundred years ago.
The once radiant bases of civilization now slept, reduced to skeletal remains.
The towers that reached for the void of space now lay in ruins, decaying.
The ecosystems once capable of taking one to far-off shores were now but places of mournful cries from wild beasts.
All the yearnings, wishes, and dreams of the past had now scattered to the winds, leaving nothing but empty relics for posterity to gaze upon.
Those gathered here now included so seeking eternal life, so striving to escape their cage, so aiming to slay their kin, so caught up in this by accident, and so following the Prophecy to eradicate the future scourge.
Nobles sched against each other, and soldiers continued their strife.
The world’s prisoners, bound by gravity to their souls.
Raising their heads, even deep underground, they still looked up to the Sky.
Ian gripped the longsword in his hand; a layer of faint golden phantom Crystal covered the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword, with green Origin Quality spiraling around it like water ripples.
All six Sublimation Structures within him operated simultaneously.
With a flash of green light in his eyes, his swordsmanship and Inscription Art allowed him to see a massive cleft atop the giant cocoon clad in nurous crystal iron armors.
“I am no different from them, simply wishing to fulfill my own desires…
I oppose you rely because I, too, fear that I might agree with you.”
“I will wield the sword…”
As his words faded, he leaped up, soaring into the air, and from a high vantage point, slashed down at the Nest Will that was squirming madly and continually retreating!
The sword light was a green-gold color, tearing through the dim phosphorescence.
It was rely an ordinary slanting stroke, yet it sliced through all the armor protecting the Nest Will.
It’s difficult to describe the swordsmanship Ian executed in that mont; perhaps it wasn’t swordsmanship at all, because at that mont, the trajectory of the young man’s sword wasn’t just a skill—it was the Sword of the Seer, capable of severing Spirit Energy Tentacles, cleaving through the flesh of the Nest, and striking at all the vital points of the enemy—
This sword light, like lightning, rapidly shattered all that blocked its blade, but in the perception of the Nest Will, this stroke seed incredibly slow, as if millennia of ti were slipping away drop by drop on this strike.
It was the culmination of the millennia-old history of Redwood Base, ultimately transforming into that dim arc of light, breaking through the fleshy cocoon and striking directly at the vulnerable pale brain of the Swarm!
Even the trembling Brain-Devouring Matriarch outside, the Gargantuan Eel, the Aether Crystal Dragon, and White Mist Bishop, and even Master Gossay and Yisen Gard seed to sense sothing; they all involuntarily turned their heads to look towards the center of the Nest.
Even Patrick, who had just awakened with half his body severed, gazed with a complex expression at the Sublimation Sword Light wielded by the youth beneath the cracks.
[We are kin…
why…
why won’t you let us go out…]
[We just want to escape the cage, we just wish to, see the stars…]
Boom!
Thunder echoed underground.
Ian could distinctly feel the cocoon being torn apart by him, with the highly radioactive Spirit Energy fluid splashing onto him.
But without hesitation, he continued to swing the sword light forward until the weighty strike, akin to a teor, completely shattered the pale brain that seed to still want to say sothing, resonate with him.
The shield of Spirit Energy and the resistance of flesh were aningless; they were all found flawed under Ian’s utmost observation of Spirit Energy and destroyed in a single blow, turned to nothing.
Yes, the Nest Will was right; it might indeed be his kin, and together they might reach Above the Sky at the fastest speed.
The Swarm’s Path of the Dao might be the most suitable and efficient route for him, the otherworldly stranger with awakened past life mories.
But he wielded the sword—
Standing on the brink of shattering, disintegrating, and collapsing fleshy cocoon shell, Ian sheathed his sword, gazing at the pool of brain fluid beneath his feet and the Spirit Energy fragnts of the Nest Will that had completely dissipated around him, which would take who knew how long to reform within the Nest.
The Prophet looked upon the path of destiny he had just severed and sighed softly.
“All for a better future.”
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