Luo Yan leaned in.
At the sa ti, his spiritual power tendrils, like invisible threads, penetrated the barrier of the Void Realm and established a connection with the nascent "soul mirror image" on the other side.
After a slight dizziness, his consciousness successfully descended.
He "opened" his eyes and scrutinized his brand new body with a look of surprise.
It was a butterfly, vibrant with colors.
The world's scene in his compound eyes appeared like a kaleidoscope of splendor; he rely had to gently flap his wings, and all the magnificent beauty drew near to him.
Honestly, this feeling was quite marvelous.
More interesting than being human.
Just as Luo Yan indulged in this feeling, a wrinkled gray-white tendril reached over, carefully lifting the butterfly that bore the soul of the "Ancient Gods."
"My Lord, you've arrived."
"Hmm, your world is wonderful, to be honest… much more beautiful than when we parted ways."
"Thanks to your care."
Luo Yan smiled faintly and responded to the Solipsi's complint, who called himself the Curator, with gentle spiritual waves.
"You're too kind; you managed it yourselves. I just gave you a gentle push at the right ti."
He paused for a mont, then continued.
"Is there more? Is this all there is to your world?"
If this is all, he wouldn't be too surprised.
"Of course not, this is just one of the entrances to our world… please follow ."
Saying this, the Curator gently guided the butterfly, carrying divine consciousness, onto his shoulder.
Afterward, the Curator led him across fields and into a castle.
In the gallery of that castle, there was a peculiar oil painting. It didn't depict a poetic landscape but the gallery itself.
Luo Yan didn't see what he did, nor did he hear any Spell; they seed to cross a door, passing directly through the painting less than a ter wide.
The surrounding scene rippled like water waves and vanished, replaced by a completely different world.
This was an incomparably grand gallery; the oil painting in the castle showed just the tip of the iceberg, and even the library of the Academic State was as insignificant as dust on an elephant in front of it.
Spectacular artworks were displayed on both sides of the curved corridor.
What surprised Luo Yan even more was that those paintings, engraved in their fras, seed not to be art pieces, but real yet fragnted world shards!
Among them, there were never-ending storms, inverted mountains and cliffs, prosperous cities, and desolate ruins!
It was like an all-encompassing art exhibit, yet like a scroll containing endless worlds!
Soon, Luo Yan saw an oil painting of a countryside and stone monunt behind him, with windmills and castles in the distance—
That was precisely where he had co from!
"Welco to the 'Resonance Gallery,'" the Curator's voice arose within his consciousness, "This is our last remaining ho in this universe."
The last remaining ho?
Luo Yan carefully pondered the weight of this phrase in his heart, while slightly fluttering his wings, sent a question from the depth of his Soul through spiritual waves.
"So what was that countryside...?"
The Curator cast his gaze into the distance, his eyes tracing the endless curved corridor, and began to tell with a nostalgic tone.
"That is indeed our ho as well, and it's our beginning. Moreover… it's one of the paintings we specially preserved for you."
The Curator, carrying the butterfly-turned Ancient God on his shoulder, traversed the silent and majestic Resonance Gallery.
Soon, he stopped in front of a huge painting, continuing with an eloquent tone.
"After you left, my lord, our world entered the first era. We called it the 'Age of Faith and Reason.'
Luo Yan focused his gaze on the painting before him.
It was a composition strikingly divided between light and dark.
The left side of the painting was bathed in warm glow, depicting the Priests of the "Holy Light Society" showcasing miracles bestowed by Divine Power before the populace as secular rulers, granting bountiful harvests and curing incurable diseases, thus preserving the faith in the na of "Colin" and the stability of the theocratic society.
On the right side of the painting, shadows pervade deeply.
Scholars of the "Shadow Association," secretly established by the first Pope, explored the essence of the Void in hidden underground laboratories.
They discarded prayers and rituals, using logic and empiricism to rigorously analyze Source Power as a pure natural phenonon, seeking to understand the essence of this mighty force.
And—
They evolved a completely new theory, naming it "Authentic Arcane Magic," distinguishing from Source Power.
After recounting this period of history, the Curator issued an invitation with expectant spiritual waves to the butterfly carrying divine will on his shoulder.
"Would you like to take a look inside? Every painting here can be entered; they are the most representative ti slices we picked and preserved."
"No need," Luo Yan responded through the butterfly's spiritual waves, "I can roughly guess what happened by referring to our history... Let's move to the next one."
He had seen similar mories in the 178th Void Realm; he was more interested in understanding why the Solipsi nad this 'Resonance Gallery' the last world.
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