The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

"Om-"

The lightning bolt pattern on the doll's chest shone even brighter, resembling a purple sun that was constantly raging.

As if an invisible hand had reached into the Pure Glass Workshop, the purple ocean below began to surge, and the powerful lightning and grass elemental forces began an even more intense clash.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The smooth, verdant elemental barrier swelled and slumped repeatedly under the impact of the elemental waves, seemingly about to be swallowed up by the vast lightning elemental power below.

"I didn't expect that after being drained for so long, it would still have such powerful strength." Looking at the surging barrier below, the doctor's face first showed surprise, and then that surprise turned into eagerness.

Such power is befitting of the Thunder God, who is known for his martial prowess among the Seven Gods.

A glimmer of green light flashed in the purple ocean; it was a specially made void terminal installed on various parts of the doll's body.

The specially designed void terminal was activated, and the consciousness of all the Sumeru people, which had been secretly harvested by the void for a long time, surged out from it.

Under the doctor's control, these consciousnesses firmly enveloped the divine power emanating from the Heart of God and pulled it into the puppet's body.

The body of a deity must be tempered by divine power. Ordinary materials cannot withstand the flow of divine power within it.

Divine power and immense elemental force surged into the puppet, and under the suppression of an immense will, they slowly circulated within the puppet's pre-planned circuits.

"It looks like everything is going smoothly; the materials you found are quite good."

A soft purple light clung to the doll's surface, reflecting the doctor's slightly excited face.

"Those mechanisms in the desert, the guardians of the ruins in the rainforest—the Mystic School didn't study them for nothing."

Hazard simply responded indifferently.

Purple light flickered on the doll's body as this artificial "divine body" adapted to the immense power unique to the gods.

The power within the body flows through every part of the body via circuits, eventually returning to the puppet's chest—the location of the heart of God.

"squeak--"

The heart of God was gushing power outward, while the circuit was transmitting power inward. The opposing divine forces collided, and the enormous shock caused the puppet's chest to let out a mournful cry.

"Is it really not enough? We need to be prepared. What about the consciousness of those madmen? Hurry up! Now is the time to use them!"

While struggling to suppress the riotous force, the doctor turned and shouted at Hazard.

Hazard remained silent for a long time.

"What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and bring out the consciousness of those lunatics!"

The doctor's forehead was slightly sweaty, and he turned around and yelled at Hazard again.

"All that canned knowledge... and that group of mad scholars... have been intercepted."

Hazard responded with a flustered expression.

"What did you say?!"

With a "whoosh!", the Doctor instantly appeared in front of Hazard, his face ashen, looking as if he wanted to swallow Hazard whole.

"The thing... is gone."

"Incompetent bungler!"

The doctor took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

After spitting out a curse, he quickly pulled out a bright green, leaf-shaped object—a Void Terminal, which the Doctor always carried with him.

Without uttering the activation command, the Void Terminal in the Doctor's hand emitted a faint green light.

He put the device, which he had previously scoffed at, behind his ear and closed his eyes. The Doctor, and his slices, all poured their consciousness into the void.

The massive consciousnesses entered the void, and before the void terminal could harvest them, they eagerly traveled through the pipes to the puppet's body.

The volatile divine heart was suppressed once again, and the divine power within it finally completed its cycle within the puppet's body.

"Phew... Phew... Finally... it's finished..."

The doctor leaned on the railing, suppressing the dizziness in his head and letting out a sigh of relief.

Chapter 690 Harvesting Dreams

2024-05-26

The divine heart in the doll's chest cavity ceased its riot, and the overflowing divine power gradually flowed back into its body.

The purple hue below the workshop dimmed, and correspondingly, the puppet bodies standing quietly in the workshop began to exude an inexplicable pressure.

This oppressive aura was peculiar; it wasn't the kind of pressure felt by the weak when facing the strong, but rather the kind of trembling felt by a lower-level being when facing a higher-level being.

"So this counts as... a success?" The soldier slowly walked to the railing, staring fascinated at the giant puppet in front of him.

This body finally has the feel of a "god".

"Almost there." The doctor loosened his grip on the railing, pouring cold water on the skirmisher.

"What? Speak." The skirmisher stared intently at the doctor who was rubbing his temples.

"This body can already withstand the power of the gods, but it still lacks the will to drive that power."

"I can!" the skirmisher replied impatiently.

"No, you can't do it. If you force such a huge force, you'll become just like those mad scholars."

The doctor shook his head. To rival the gods, willpower is sometimes more important than the physical body.

The will of the scattered soldiers was far from enough to unleash the immense divine power within the heart of the Thunder God.

That is the immense power that has gathered the faith of the Inazuma people for over a thousand years; it is unparalleled in both quality and quantity.

The only one that can be compared to it is probably the Geo Archon of Liyue.

"when!"

Seeing the doctor shake his head, the skirmisher slammed his fist on the railing in front of him. The steel railing bent and snapped under this blow filled with resentment, demonstrating the intense agitation within him.

"Damn it! Is the gap between me and the gods really that big?!"

"The gap between mortals and gods is greater than the gap between fungi and humans." The doctor nodded, looking at the receding sea of ​​lightning below, and suddenly changed his tone, becoming confident and excited.

"But this is not insurmountable. Your own consciousness, plus the consciousness of the Sumeru beings harvested in the void, should be enough."

The doctor stretched out his hand, as if he could already see the giant humanoid mecha galloping between heaven and earth.

"How much longer?" the skirmisher asked the excited doctor, loosening his grip on the railing.

"Soon, just a few days."

"A few days?!"

Upon hearing this, the stragglers looked on in disbelief. If he wasn't mistaken, hadn't they already used up all the consciousness they had just harvested from the void?

In just a few days, how did the Doctor gather such a massive amount of consciousness? Could it be that he intends to transcend to godhood along with me?

Seeing the change in the soldier's face, the doctor seemed to understand what he was thinking. He patted the soldier on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't worry, I have no intention of becoming a god. Only you will ascend to the throne."

Having said that, the Doctor turned around and looked at the sages behind him, whose faces were filled with lingering fear, without waiting for any response from the scattered soldiers.

"Are all the preparations for harvesting the dreams complete?"

"This one……"

"Don't tell me you messed up even this?!"

The doctor's aura suddenly intensified, making the scholars in front of him feel suffocated.

"No... not..."

Despite the suffocating pressure emanating from the Doctor, Hazard managed to squeeze out a few words.

The immense pressure dissipated as silently as it had arrived; Hazard's words brought a sudden relief to the sages.

"Huff...huff...isn't it a bit early?" Hazard asked the Doctor, panting heavily.

"There's no other way. Because of you bunch of useless people, your consciousness has developed a gap, and the plan has to be brought forward."

"In addition, the speed and intensity of harvesting dreams cannot be carried out according to the plan. Increase them both."

The Doctor looked at the Sages with a gloomy expression. He didn't want to harvest the Sumeru Man's dream prematurely, but he had no choice. The bottled knowledge that had driven so many scholars crazy was gone, and he could only rely on the Sumeru Man's consciousness to fill the gap.

Hazard's eyes flickered, and after much hesitation, he finally nodded.

"I understand. In that case, let's start ahead of schedule."

……

The rainforest is always hot and humid, and under the blazing sun, even the most enthusiastic merchants in Sumeru City can't help but feel a little listless.

Amidst the incessant chirping of cicadas and the rising incense, enjoying a refreshing cup of herbal tea under the eaves is an absolute delight.

The sight of groups of people from Sumeru fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans in the small restaurants lining the streets also testifies to the truth of this proverb.

However, among the crowd of people wearing vests and short sleeves, there was one person who was completely covered by a long robe, making people glance at him from time to time.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

The restaurant waiter stepped forward and tapped on the table of the man in the black robe.

"..."

The man in black robes trembled, as if he had been startled awake from a deep sleep, and he raised his head.

The man's left eye was covered by an eye patch, which added to his fierce appearance, while his short brown hair peeked out messily from his black cloak, making him look incredibly capable.

"what's up?"

The man asked, his imposing figure and lion-like eyes sending a shiver down the spine of the waiter.

"Guest...guest, you've been here since this morning. Look, it's already afternoon. Shouldn't you settle your bill?"

The waiter quickly smiled ingratiatingly at the man, who was not only strangely dressed but also behaving in a strange manner.

I ordered a cup of iced tea and then sat there for a good half a day. You should know that the chairs in the shop are hard wooden benches; even an iron butt couldn't stand sitting there for half a day.

But judging from his tone, it seemed like this was nothing serious.

Anfotas glanced at the half-evaporated cold tea in front of him and stood up from his seat.