Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1018 [The Amber Field (The Sealed World)]

The day-night sphere suspended above Abelio is actually a colossal celestial body, slightly smaller than the moon near Terra in the baseline reality, but appearing almost overwhelming in this plane.

Its sheer size gives the first impression of being "unshakeable".

Even though Xia Xiu wields the lever of heaven and is a crowned being capable of confronting weak surface civilizations, his physique still appears incredibly small compared to the celestial bodies before him.

Even after being forcibly stopped, the day-night sphere still maintains an astonishing inertia, like a stalled star slowly twisting in the sky.

Its surface is covered with cracks, marks left by the friction of time, while solidified light flows inside, sometimes leaping, sometimes stagnating.

The day and night sphere is still rotating, but the rotation no longer follows normal physics. Instead, it drags the entire spacetime, causing light to be delayed and images to be distorted. Even when gazing at it from a distance, one can almost see "expanded time" layering on the surface.

Xia Xiu stared at it, his brows furrowed.

"Oops……"

He immediately sensed something was wrong. The rotation of the day-night sphere was not a simple physical remnant, but rather it had entered a state of "gravitational redshift," where time itself was stretched and expanded around this celestial body.

The feeling of delay was like throwing the entire plane of existence into the opening of a black hole.

Worse still, this is not a natural phenomenon.

The Fifth Truth—that Patrick Star—tampered with it.

Just as he forced the day and night sphere to stop, he clearly felt a beam of light, sharp and cold, shooting obliquely toward Abelio's outer layer.

It was an indescribable light that shone on Abelio, and the entire plane seemed to be shrouded in something.

At first glance, there is nothing there.

The residents continued to flee in panic, looking up in fear.

However, to Xia Xiu and a few others with crown eyes, an invisible "amber film" had quietly formed, locking the entire plane within it.

It was an indescribable "transparent prison".

It is like a thin film, yet it covers the Milky Way; it is like amber, yet it solidifies the world.

Even though it was invisible to the naked eye, the intuition of the corona layer made it perfectly clear: the entire plane of Abelio had been fixed inside a giant insect shell.

This thing is similar to a weakened version of the [Crystal Sky] above Terra, but it is much more polluted inside.

"I see... That positive and negative phases are not just the expansion and disorder of time, but also provide a catalyst for the formation of this membrane."

He looked up at the Day and Night Sphere, his white hair reflecting the light flowing through the cracks in the sphere.

The day and night sphere struggles slowly, like a heart imprisoned in amber.

A vast amber field silently enveloped Abelio.

It has no boundaries and no thickness, yet it truly exists, like a transparent walled city, pressing the entire plane into its shell.

Xia Xiu quickly realized the worst fact—

The connection with heaven has been severed.

He tried several times to connect to the distant nodes of the crown phylogenetic tree, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea; not even a ripple could be transmitted.

This is not interference, but a complete blockade.

Those inside can’t go out, and those outside can’t come in.

The only one still in operation is the part embedded in the Kingdom of Heaven genealogy—the Eden terminal.

That ubiquitous think tank has now become his only bridge to the outside world within this amber prison.

With a slight thought, Xia Xiu saw a red-gold scanning interface appear before his eyes, with cold, sharp runes and parameters scrolling continuously:

[EDEN Phantom Terminal is performing a scan...]

[Environmental Status: Under Lockdown]

[Outer layer observation: Transmittance 0%]

[Timing parameters: Abnormal]

[Current Worldline: Abelio, First Layer]

[Status: Covered by a high-dimensional amber shell]

[Effect: Time dilation of the entire plane]

[Inflation Rate: Confirmed]

[Current time multiplier: 1:365]

[One day in base reality = 365 days inside the Amber Field]

[Calculation in progress...]

[The distance effect ends: approximately thirty years (internal time)]

[Note: This effect shows signs of non-natural catalysis and originates from an unknown anomaly of the Fifth Truth!]

[Supplementary scan: A distorted celestial phenomenon, known as the "time fold," was observed in the celestial sphere.]

[Conclusion: This dimension is in a highly dangerous and enclosed state!]

He squinted, his heart sinking slightly, his knuckles turning white from gripping the lever so tightly.

"...one to three hundred and sixty-five?"

Eden's voice then calmly echoed in his consciousness:

[Confirmed. The current difference has stabilized. Before the end, this plane will experience a time-series collapse over the next thirty years.]

Xia Xiu's face darkened completely in that instant.

Thirty years.

To the outside world, it's only been a month.

But for the Far East City trapped in the amber shell and the hundreds of millions of lives in Abelio, it was a long imprisonment and attrition spanning thirty years.

The veins on his forehead throbbed slightly, and he was about to ask further questions when a deep voice echoed in the depths of his mind:

“Abraham…” It was Armond. The demon king’s voice, unusually, carried a solemn tone.

"Just now...did you see that light?"

Xia Xiu's gaze darkened, and he uttered in a low voice, "You know that thing?"

Amund paused for a moment, as if rummaging through distant memories. Finally, he spoke slowly, his tone unusually solemn and hesitant:

"...I've met him once before."

Xia Xiu frowned even more deeply: "Explain yourself."

The Demon King pondered for a long time, as if he were contemplating a concept that was difficult for mortals to understand, before uttering those words:
"That was a dead light."

The answer was so abstract that Xia Xiu's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but ask, "What?"

Armand lowered his voice, as if trying to recreate some forbidden scene from his memory:
"It's difficult to explain in words, and I haven't collected enough information yet, so more experiments are needed."

Xia Xiu remained silent for a moment, his fingertips gently stroking the staff of the Heavenly Lever, and said coldly, "...The dead light."

He didn't delve any deeper, but simply looked up at the massive amber barrier, his eyes growing even more profound.

"Let's get back to the ground first. Anyway, given the current situation, we're not going to get out."

As he spoke, his breathing gradually subsided.

"Om-"

The thirty-six pairs of wings behind him gradually extinguished, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the void. The triple halo of white jade also gradually receded, like a sacred text being closed. His white robe dissolved into the original black overcoat, and his hair and eye color returned from dazzling pure white to a mixture of gold and black.

The moment he was deactivated from Apostle Mode, he felt as if his brain had been forcefully plunged into ice water.

Breathing became rapid, heartbeat quickened, and the entire neural network buzzed as a massive backflow of energy surged through it.

The relentless pursuit just now consumed an astonishing amount of computing power.

Now completely severed from the lineage of Heaven, he can only rely on the embedded computing module of the [Cupid System] to keep the crown running. However, as an embedded module, this thing has too low an upper limit. Even at full speed, it can only barely support the "third threshold state" for three minutes—that is, the total annihilation form can only be maintained for three minutes. After three minutes, the module has to stop and cool down, otherwise it will explode.

Xia Xiu showed no sign of weakness, but silently made a mental note of it:

We need to be more careful with how we spend it.

……

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Inside the Far East City.

Lupercal held the heavy "Wind King's Blade" tightly in his arms. The blade was still wreathed in the lingering wind marks, trembling slightly as if still telling the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

From the moment he looked up until now, he had been watching the magnificent scene in the sky.

He saw white light racing across the sky, chasing the sun.

The light almost pierced the sky, as if connecting the entire sky into one.

The day and night sphere spun wildly, like a "sun" about to break free from its orbit, while the father—the white light—chased closely behind.

He had never seen such a sight before.

The river of light trailed by the wings intertwined with the temporal vortex stirred up by the day and night spheres, tearing apart the boundary between heaven and earth, leaving only speed and confrontation before our eyes.

The immense impact made him instinctively clench his long blade, cold sweat beading on his palms.

Then, suddenly...

The sun stopped.

The day and night sphere hovered in the sky, with the yang side facing Far East City. The entire Far East City seemed to have been forcibly paused by some force.

The sandstorm on the street subsided, and time seemed to lose its direction.

Lupercal keenly sensed an indescribable unease, yet he could not describe it; he could only feel a tightness in his chest, as if the world's breathing had become out of rhythm.

Just then, the void before my eyes spun, and a familiar "Möbius strip" slowly unfolded, the light band twisting and tearing reality apart from a non-existent corner.

His eyes widened.

Golden hair, golden eyes, a familiar mortal appearance.

The father stood there, his breath held back, seemingly ordinary, yet as if he still carried the weight of heaven and earth on his shoulders.

"Father!" Lupercal rushed over without being able to stop himself. "Are you... alright?"

He stared intently at his father's face. Although the expression remained as calm and stern as ever, Lupercal noticed a subtle unease—a weariness, suppressed in his eyes, yet impossible to completely conceal.

Xia Xiu simply smiled and ruffled the hair of the First Son of Gui:

“I’m fine. But now is not the time to stay here; we need to leave first.”

He reached out and took Lupercal's hand.

"Let's go."

As the words fell, the circular symbol began to rotate again, and the Möbius strip of light surged like a tide, enveloping the father and son within it.

The next instant, the dust-swirling streets of Far East City and the endless hordes of terrified people vanished from sight, their figures appearing in another sturdy shelter—the Horizon Base established by Monford.

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At the Horizon Base, oil lamps lit one after another, their light and shadow dancing back and forth on the stone walls and curtains.

Monford stood behind the long table with his pen in hand, while seven clerks sat around it, parchment spread out and inkstones pressed at the corners.

The wind was still howling outside, but inside, all that could be heard was the soft rustling of a pen tip gliding across the fibers.

Suddenly, as if an invisible blade had gently lifted the wall, a twisted Möbius strip appeared out of thin air, like a round door opening on thin ice.

As the torus rotates, its edges pull the light inward, and the texture of space is rolled up, revealing a deeper layer of black behind it.

Then, the two stepped out of the light gate: the blond-haired, golden-eyed youth held a silver staff, while the boy held a wind-wrapped blade.

The shadows closed, leaving no trace.

When Monford first saw them, his heart felt as if it had been struck by a great bell.

He instinctively stepped forward and respectfully said:

"My Lord Abraham."

He then looked at the young man and bowed respectfully: "Your Excellency Lupercal."

He still held his pen, not putting it down—because just moments before their arrival, he had witnessed firsthand the "white light chasing the sun" in the sky.

That scene was branded into his mind like fire, so intense that he felt compelled to write it down.

He raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his palms, holding in his hand a copy of "The Universal Bible, Volume One: Miracles" written by seven members of the scribe group.

The first chapter begins with: Chasing the Sun
"At that time, the wheel of day and night raced wildly over Abelio; the light was like a raging tide, the people were terrified, and the seasons were out of order."

Behold, a being rises from the earth, clothed in white, with wings like the morning light; his name is Light of the Horizon, and he carries a silver staff, and chases the sun.

He traversed the heavens, using wings as boats and commands as oars; the spheres of day and night shone like the blazing sun, gliding like sharks, their movements as taut and taut as bowstrings.
So he said, 'Let's stop.'

The staff, like a giant oar, pried against the current, causing the sun to falter and the tide to recede.

Of course, because of the writing framework of a certain truth established by Xia Xiu, Monford also had the writing team add a patch at the end.

The record states: This is the first miracle on the horizon—'white light chasing the sun'.

It was not to display my abilities, but to save the city; it was not to gain trust, but to quell the chaos.

Therefore, all people should remember this: let truth be their guiding light.

Monford's hands trembled as he held the parchment, as if he were holding the beginning of an entire era.

His eyes burned with intensity, and a suppressed smile played on his lips as he respectfully handed Xia Xiu the newly completed copy of "The Universal Bible, Volume One: Miracles" with both hands.

Those were words written by the eight of them in a state of inner fire and reverence—every word was like a testimony squeezed out of flesh and blood.

These words exude an aura of unwavering loyalty!

Xia Xiu took the scroll, his gaze slowly sweeping over the text. The candlelight reflected in his golden eyes, like flames reflecting the words.

He didn't speak immediately, but simply watched quietly. After a moment, his brow twitched very slightly—not with anger, but a barely perceptible frown, as if he had read a sentence that contradicted his own thoughts.

Monford's heart tightened slightly, but he still looked at him with fervent enthusiasm. The seven members of the scribe group held their breath, their eyes burning, as if waiting for a blessing from the gods.

Finally, Xia Xiu raised his head, his voice steady yet carrying an irresistible weight: "Add another line."

Monford immediately leaned down and whispered in response:

"I will follow your instructions."

The pen tip hovers in the air, awaiting your instructions.

Xia Xiu exhaled softly, his tone still calm, yet like a nail driven into everyone's hearts: "Addendum: 'This is a testament, not an idol.'"

The room fell silent for a moment.

The expressions of the seven members of the document team changed instantly.

The initial fervor in their eyes suddenly cooled, replaced by an overwhelming sense of disappointment and bewilderment.

They had thought that this book of miracles would become proof of the miracles they had witnessed, and would become a "holy book" that everyone would worship.

However, the Lord clearly inscribed on the last line: "You shall not set up idols."

In that instant, their fervor was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.

In their hearts, Xia Xiu had just completed the great feat of "chasing the sun with white light"—a scene that should have been glorious and worthy of worship, a great feat that could be engraved in idols and worshipped for generations to come.

But the person in front of me said bluntly... one should not erect idols.