Chapter 1050: 1050
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The more truths he uncovered, the more he thought that the deicidal event of 10,000 years ago was not that simple. Especially after learning about some of the things about the true God, he even thought that the death of the Goddess of Creation of the Plane of Dreams was full of doubts.
Even if the treacherous child had gotten his hands on a weapon that could kill gods, they were not gods themselves.
The Godslayer needed its wielder to bring out its power.
However potent the sword was, if the wielder could not come close to the goddess of creation, it would be meaningless. Hao Ren had clearly seen the scene in the illusion brought by the Gilded Disc: the Goddess of Creation did not resist but let the assassin pierce the sword into her body.
"I can't really make sense of it," Hao Ren said, forcing a smile. "I even think that the goddess of creation was actually allowing it to happen. She was calm before she died as if she had known beforehand that this would happen and that of the historical direction after that. She even uttered to me a few obscure words, which I could only understand one word: forgive. This indicates—"
"This indicates that she had it all arranged," Raven 12345 cut in and said. "Though she was not a qualified god in term of strength, she should at least possess some wisdom. The information I have in hand was not enough, and we can't guess why the goddess sought death. The biggest clue is the sword," she said.
Hao Ren had his attention back to the Godslayer. Knowing the nature of this thing, he was even more cautious this time. The sword was part of the Plane of Dreams! It was a weapon made by tearing a piece of fragment off the world! And more importantly, it came from the Plane of Dreams of 50 million years ago before its collision with the surface world. This was a piece of the original universe. Hao Ren instinctively felt that the material of the sword was crucial.
While he was clueless about how to begin the search, he was more concerned with another question: who made this sword?
"It is definitely not made by the deicides," Hao Ren said, scratching his chin. "They didn't have the capability, and the material of this sword came from the big collision 50 million years ago. At that time, the deicides not even existed."
Raven 12345 sneered. "They certainly couldn't tear off the world and compress it into a weapon. This involves complex information conversion. This is the realm of the gods. If those rebels could do this, they wouldn't have to kill the god to become gods. Most likely, a being similar to the Goddess of Creation created this thing. But this being is not God, because there is no divinity on this sword," she said.
"The whisper in the mind of the deicide?" Something suddenly crossed his mind. Hao Ren remembered the culprit of the Woe of Madness. "When the demon hunters were under the influence of this sword, they had heard a kind of whispers, which should be the same kind of power that controlled the deicide," he said.
Raven 12345 nodded lightly. "Most likely. This whisper is probably a form of power of the mastermind. But it's a shame that the negative energy on the sword has dissipated completely. Otherwise, I could extract more information from it."
While saying, she casually wielded the black sword. The sword pierced through the air before horrible cracks appeared out of thin air. But it was apparent that this lethal weapon that could cause madness was only a common weapon within her hands.
"The negative energy has dissipated?" Hao Ren asked. "The whisper has gone too?"
"It has assassinated a true god, and then suffered an explosion of the Kingdom of God, crossed the Wall of Reality, and was sealed twice during the Woe of Madness. It was the psionic power that sealed it the second time. After so much exhaustion, it is amazing that this sword still retains some murderous aura," Raven 12345 said, and suddenly handed the sword to Hao Ren. "Of course, not everything has dissipated. The whisper that you have mentioned is still there. You can experience it for yourself."
As the goddess handed the dangerous thing to him, cold sweat started to trickle down his spine. He instinctively took a few steps back. "Hey, wait a minute! Keep this thing away from me. I'm not like you!" he said.
"Oh come on! Don't be so chicken, I have it all covered," Raven 12345 said, glaring at him. "When I say take it, just take it!"
Hao Ren looked at her, who looked back at him confidently. He then stepped forward and carefully took the black sword in his hand.
Then a shiver ran up his spine. Other than that, nothing had happened.
"It seems fine!" Hao Ren said. He looked at the sword in his hand with amazement. He had prepared to lose an arm and a leg when the grabbed the sword, but to his surprise, he only felt the sword was a little cold in his hand, and it was even weightless. If not for the real sense of contact, he would not have believed that he was holding something in his hand.
Not to mention that it was a world fragment. A world fragment that had no weight.
"Because the world itself has no weight, the concept of weight or mass was only effective in itself. When you hold this sword, you are effectively standing outside the world. It has become an entirely different perspective. So how could there be weight?" Raven 12345 said, rolling her eyes and unrelentingly pointing out Hao Ren's ignorance. "And don't just study the stuff. Do you feel there is something in your head right now?"
Hao Ren quickly focused his mind. Cold sweat suddenly trickled down his spine. The sword almost slipped out of his hand.
A voice, or rather a consciousness, was ringing in his mind!
This was the whisper. It was barely noticeable. Listening more carefully, Hao Ren found that it was not a voice at all but a force similar to thought. It flowed into his mind, as though the information was printed directly into his spiritual world. Hao Ren was shocked by the sudden appearance of something in his mind, but quickly, he calmed down because he found that his mind was not affected.
The whispering voice communicated a series of thoughts continuously into his mind. He 'listened' carefully; they were voices of negativity, hatred, and bewitching. Other than that, these whispers did not really affect his thinking.
And if under normal circumstances, these thoughts would not be as simple as being spoken into the mind but they would be directly implanted in the victim's brain and becoming part of the victim's thinking.
"Is this the whisper?" Hao Ren's mouth shivered. "How could it control the mind with this weak babbling?" he said.
Though the thoughts that were spoken directly in mind was giving him goosebumps, it was not enough to distort the memory. It could do nothing about Hao Ren the demigod. The only lethality was that it was annoying.
"As I said before, its negative energy has dissipated. Only these thoughts remain," Raven 12345 said with her arms crossed. "It certainly can't influence you, because it has exhausted its power. But this thing is still dangerous for ordinary people. After all, the voice is really annoying."
She then paused, her eyebrows arched slightly. "Do you know what it means?" she asked.
Still trying to make sense of the thoughts in his mind, Hao Ren replied spontaneously, "What it means?"
"It means that the sword itself was not evil and that the killing tendency, as well as mind-corrupting power, were the results of post-perfusion," Raven 12345 said briskly. "Like the electricity in the battery, this thing is now drained. So no one holding this thing would worry about being bewitched by it. The guy who made this weapon could care less about the deicides and didn't even expect those deicides would survive. So 'He' has created a one-time-use weapon for those guys. Oh man, I think those rebels still regard it as their most treasured piece of artifact."
Now it all made sense. Hao Ren forced a smile. "But those poor demon hunters were almost dead because of the last drop of power in the sword."
"This is the realm of God. A little accident and mistake could destroy a race. Sometimes it will destroy a world," Raven 12345 said with a solemn face. Suddenly, she turned around and looked at Hao Ren. "Even if it is only an empty shell, it is still good stuff. At least it is an invincible weapon. You can keep it if you want."
"Huh?"
Raven 12345 smiled and said, "Now this is your sword. What do you think? Awesome enough?"
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The more truths he uncovered, the more he thought that the deicidal event of 10,000 years ago was not that simple. Especially after learning about some of the things about the true God, he even thought that the death of the Goddess of Creation of the Plane of Dreams was full of doubts.
Even if the treacherous child had gotten his hands on a weapon that could kill gods, they were not gods themselves.
The Godslayer needed its wielder to bring out its power.
However potent the sword was, if the wielder could not come close to the goddess of creation, it would be meaningless. Hao Ren had clearly seen the scene in the illusion brought by the Gilded Disc: the Goddess of Creation did not resist but let the assassin pierce the sword into her body.
"I can't really make sense of it," Hao Ren said, forcing a smile. "I even think that the goddess of creation was actually allowing it to happen. She was calm before she died as if she had known beforehand that this would happen and that of the historical direction after that. She even uttered to me a few obscure words, which I could only understand one word: forgive. This indicates—"
"This indicates that she had it all arranged," Raven 12345 cut in and said. "Though she was not a qualified god in term of strength, she should at least possess some wisdom. The information I have in hand was not enough, and we can't guess why the goddess sought death. The biggest clue is the sword," she said.
Hao Ren had his attention back to the Godslayer. Knowing the nature of this thing, he was even more cautious this time. The sword was part of the Plane of Dreams! It was a weapon made by tearing a piece of fragment off the world! And more importantly, it came from the Plane of Dreams of 50 million years ago before its collision with the surface world. This was a piece of the original universe. Hao Ren instinctively felt that the material of the sword was crucial.
While he was clueless about how to begin the search, he was more concerned with another question: who made this sword?
"It is definitely not made by the deicides," Hao Ren said, scratching his chin. "They didn't have the capability, and the material of this sword came from the big collision 50 million years ago. At that time, the deicides not even existed."
Raven 12345 sneered. "They certainly couldn't tear off the world and compress it into a weapon. This involves complex information conversion. This is the realm of the gods. If those rebels could do this, they wouldn't have to kill the god to become gods. Most likely, a being similar to the Goddess of Creation created this thing. But this being is not God, because there is no divinity on this sword," she said.
"The whisper in the mind of the deicide?" Something suddenly crossed his mind. Hao Ren remembered the culprit of the Woe of Madness. "When the demon hunters were under the influence of this sword, they had heard a kind of whispers, which should be the same kind of power that controlled the deicide," he said.
Raven 12345 nodded lightly. "Most likely. This whisper is probably a form of power of the mastermind. But it's a shame that the negative energy on the sword has dissipated completely. Otherwise, I could extract more information from it."
While saying, she casually wielded the black sword. The sword pierced through the air before horrible cracks appeared out of thin air. But it was apparent that this lethal weapon that could cause madness was only a common weapon within her hands.
"The negative energy has dissipated?" Hao Ren asked. "The whisper has gone too?"
"It has assassinated a true god, and then suffered an explosion of the Kingdom of God, crossed the Wall of Reality, and was sealed twice during the Woe of Madness. It was the psionic power that sealed it the second time. After so much exhaustion, it is amazing that this sword still retains some murderous aura," Raven 12345 said, and suddenly handed the sword to Hao Ren. "Of course, not everything has dissipated. The whisper that you have mentioned is still there. You can experience it for yourself."
As the goddess handed the dangerous thing to him, cold sweat started to trickle down his spine. He instinctively took a few steps back. "Hey, wait a minute! Keep this thing away from me. I'm not like you!" he said.
"Oh come on! Don't be so chicken, I have it all covered," Raven 12345 said, glaring at him. "When I say take it, just take it!"
Hao Ren looked at her, who looked back at him confidently. He then stepped forward and carefully took the black sword in his hand.
Then a shiver ran up his spine. Other than that, nothing had happened.
"It seems fine!" Hao Ren said. He looked at the sword in his hand with amazement. He had prepared to lose an arm and a leg when the grabbed the sword, but to his surprise, he only felt the sword was a little cold in his hand, and it was even weightless. If not for the real sense of contact, he would not have believed that he was holding something in his hand.
Not to mention that it was a world fragment. A world fragment that had no weight.
"Because the world itself has no weight, the concept of weight or mass was only effective in itself. When you hold this sword, you are effectively standing outside the world. It has become an entirely different perspective. So how could there be weight?" Raven 12345 said, rolling her eyes and unrelentingly pointing out Hao Ren's ignorance. "And don't just study the stuff. Do you feel there is something in your head right now?"
Hao Ren quickly focused his mind. Cold sweat suddenly trickled down his spine. The sword almost slipped out of his hand.
A voice, or rather a consciousness, was ringing in his mind!
This was the whisper. It was barely noticeable. Listening more carefully, Hao Ren found that it was not a voice at all but a force similar to thought. It flowed into his mind, as though the information was printed directly into his spiritual world. Hao Ren was shocked by the sudden appearance of something in his mind, but quickly, he calmed down because he found that his mind was not affected.
The whispering voice communicated a series of thoughts continuously into his mind. He 'listened' carefully; they were voices of negativity, hatred, and bewitching. Other than that, these whispers did not really affect his thinking.
And if under normal circumstances, these thoughts would not be as simple as being spoken into the mind but they would be directly implanted in the victim's brain and becoming part of the victim's thinking.
"Is this the whisper?" Hao Ren's mouth shivered. "How could it control the mind with this weak babbling?" he said.
Though the thoughts that were spoken directly in mind was giving him goosebumps, it was not enough to distort the memory. It could do nothing about Hao Ren the demigod. The only lethality was that it was annoying.
"As I said before, its negative energy has dissipated. Only these thoughts remain," Raven 12345 said with her arms crossed. "It certainly can't influence you, because it has exhausted its power. But this thing is still dangerous for ordinary people. After all, the voice is really annoying."
She then paused, her eyebrows arched slightly. "Do you know what it means?" she asked.
Still trying to make sense of the thoughts in his mind, Hao Ren replied spontaneously, "What it means?"
"It means that the sword itself was not evil and that the killing tendency, as well as mind-corrupting power, were the results of post-perfusion," Raven 12345 said briskly. "Like the electricity in the battery, this thing is now drained. So no one holding this thing would worry about being bewitched by it. The guy who made this weapon could care less about the deicides and didn't even expect those deicides would survive. So 'He' has created a one-time-use weapon for those guys. Oh man, I think those rebels still regard it as their most treasured piece of artifact."
Now it all made sense. Hao Ren forced a smile. "But those poor demon hunters were almost dead because of the last drop of power in the sword."
"This is the realm of God. A little accident and mistake could destroy a race. Sometimes it will destroy a world," Raven 12345 said with a solemn face. Suddenly, she turned around and looked at Hao Ren. "Even if it is only an empty shell, it is still good stuff. At least it is an invincible weapon. You can keep it if you want."
"Huh?"
Raven 12345 smiled and said, "Now this is your sword. What do you think? Awesome enough?"
The more truths he uncovered, the more he thought that the deicidal event of 10,000 years ago was not that simple. Especially after learning about some of the things about the true God, he even thought that the death of the Goddess of Creation of the Plane of Dreams was full of doubts.Even if the treacherous child had gotten his hands on a weapon that could kill gods, they were not gods themselves.The Godslayer needed its wielder to bring out its power.However potent the sword was, if the wielder could not come close to the goddess of creation, it would be meaningless. Hao Ren had clearly seen the scene in the illusion brought by the Gilded Disc: the Goddess of Creation did not resist but let the assassin pierce the sword into her body."I can't really make sense of it," Hao Ren said, forcing a smile. "I even think that the goddess of creation was actually allowing it to happen. She was calm before she died as if she had known beforehand that this would happen and that of the historical direction after that. She even uttered to me a few obscure words, which I could only understand one word: forgive. This indicates""This indicates that she had it all arranged," Raven 12345 cut in and said. "Though she was not a qualified god in term of strength, she should at least possess some wisdom. The information I have in hand was not enough, and we can't guess why the goddess sought death. The biggest clue is the sword," she said.Hao Ren had his attention back to the Godslayer. Knowing the nature of this thing, he was even more cautious this time. The sword was part of the Plane of Dreams! It was a weapon made by tearing a piece of fragment off the world! And more importantly, it came from the Plane of Dreams of 50 million years ago before its collision with the surface world. This was a piece of the original universe. Hao Ren instinctively felt that the material of the sword was crucial.While he was clueless about how to begin the search, he was more concerned with another question: who made this sword?"It is definitely not made by the deicides," Hao Ren said, scratching his chin. "They didn't have the capability, and the material of this sword came from the big collision 50 million years ago. At that time, the deicides not even existed."Raven 12345 sneered. "They certainly couldn't tear off the world and compress it into a weapon. This involves complex information conversion. This is the realm of the gods. If those rebels could do this, they wouldn't have to kill the god to become gods. Most likely, a being similar to the Goddess of Creation created this thing. But this being is not God, because there is no divinity on this sword," she said."The whisper in the mind of the deicide?" Something suddenly crossed his mind. Hao Ren remembered the culprit of the Woe of Madness. "When the demon hunters were under the influence of this sword, they had heard a kind of whispers, which should be the same kind of power that controlled the deicide," he said.Raven 12345 nodded lightly. "Most likely. This whisper is probably a form of power of the mastermind. But it's a shame that the negative energy on the sword has dissipated completely. Otherwise, I could extract more information from it."While saying, she casually wielded the black sword. The sword pierced through the air before horrible cracks appeared out of thin air. But it was apparent that this lethal weapon that could cause madness was only a common weapon within her hands."The negative energy has dissipated?" Hao Ren asked. "The whisper has gone too?""It has assassinated a true god, and then suffered an explosion of the Kingdom of God, crossed the Wall of Reality, and was sealed twice during the Woe of Madness. It was the psionic power that sealed it the second time. After so much exhaustion, it is amazing that this sword still retains some murderous aura," Raven 12345 said, and suddenly handed the sword to Hao Ren. "Of course, not everything has dissipated. The whisper that you have mentioned is still there. You can experience it for yourself."As the goddess handed the dangerous thing to him, cold sweat started to trickle down his spine. He instinctively took a few steps back. "Hey, wait a minute! Keep this thing away from me. I'm not like you!" he said."Oh come on! Don't be so chicken, I have it all covered," Raven 12345 said, glaring at him. "When I say take it, just take it!"Hao Ren looked at her, who looked back at him confidently. He then stepped forward and carefully took the black sword in his hand.Then a shiver ran up his spine. Other than that, nothing had happened."It seems fine!" Hao Ren said. He looked at the sword in his hand with amazement. He had prepared to lose an arm and a leg when the grabbed the sword, but to his surprise, he only felt the sword was a little cold in his hand, and it was even weightless. If not for the real sense of contact, he would not have believed that he was holding something in his hand.Not to mention that it was a world fragment. A world fragment that had no weight."Because the world itself has no weight, the concept of weight or mass was only effective in itself. When you hold this sword, you are effectively standing outside the world. It has become an entirely different perspective. So how could there be weight?" Raven 12345 said, rolling her eyes and unrelentingly pointing out Hao Ren's ignorance. "And don't just study the stuff. Do you feel there is something in your head right now?"Hao Ren quickly focused his mind. Cold sweat suddenly trickled down his spine. The sword almost slipped out of his hand.A voice, or rather a consciousness, was ringing in his mind!This was the whisper. It was barely noticeable. Listening more carefully, Hao Ren found that it was not a voice at all but a force similar to thought. It flowed into his mind, as though the information was printed directly into his spiritual world. Hao Ren was shocked by the sudden appearance of something in his mind, but quickly, he calmed down because he found that his mind was not affected.The whispering voice communicated a series of thoughts continuously into his mind. He 'listened' carefully; they were voices of negativity, hatred, and bewitching. Other than that, these whispers did not really affect his thinking.And if under normal circumstances, these thoughts would not be as simple as being spoken into the mind but they would be directly implanted in the victim's brain and becoming part of the victim's thinking."Is this the whisper?" Hao Ren's mouth shivered. "How could it control the mind with this weak babbling?" he said.Though the thoughts that were spoken directly in mind was giving him goosebumps, it was not enough to distort the memory. It could do nothing about Hao Ren the demigod. The only lethality was that it was annoying."As I said before, its negative energy has dissipated. Only these thoughts remain," Raven 12345 said with her arms crossed. "It certainly can't influence you, because it has exhausted its power. But this thing is still dangerous for ordinary people. After all, the voice is really annoying."She then paused, her eyebrows arched slightly. "Do you know what it means?" she asked.Still trying to make sense of the thoughts in his mind, Hao Ren replied spontaneously, "What it means?""It means that the sword itself was not evil and that the killing tendency, as well as mind-corrupting power, were the results of post-perfusion," Raven 12345 said briskly. "Like the electricity in the battery, this thing is now drained. So no one holding this thing would worry about being bewitched by it. The guy who made this weapon could care less about the deicides and didn't even expect those deicides would survive. So 'He' has created a one-time-use weapon for those guys. Oh man, I think those rebels still regard it as their most treasured piece of artifact."Now it all made sense. Hao Ren forced a smile. "But those poor demon hunters were almost dead because of the last drop of power in the sword.""This is the realm of God. A little accident and mistake could destroy a race. Sometimes it will destroy a world," Raven 12345 said with a solemn face. Suddenly, she turned around and looked at Hao Ren. "Even if it is only an empty shell, it is still good stuff. At least it is an invincible weapon. You can keep it if you want.""Huh?"Raven 12345 smiled and said, "Now this is your sword. What do you think? Awesome enough?"
