Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 295 Transmigrator, Source Material - Primal Darkness of the Universe

"A perfect performance of deception, and that's precisely why I admire you so much, Your Majesty."

The "Obrien" possessed by the God of Machines spoke again, and his tone actually carried a hint of pure appreciation. But this appreciation was more unsettling than pure contempt. It was the "appreciation" of a higher-dimensional being for the ingenious tricks of a lower-level creature.

Almost everyone's heart sank. "If I hadn't infused my will into this body, personally come here, and observed with the eyes of a god..."

"I'm afraid the entire Church of the Seven Gods, the three angel kings, the four angels, along with these self-important envoys from the Western Continent, P..."

"They'll all be fooled by your superb performance and waste months of their lives."

"They might even adjust their strategic plans in anticipation of your non-existent 'next' ceremony."

The God of Machines' gaze swept over the Western representatives whose faces were grim, his tone undisguisedly mocking.

He shook his head gently, and sighed in an aria-like tone:

"Unfortunately, I've already arrived."

"In the eyes of the gods, the wisdom and schemes of mortals, their pride in their cunning and acting skills, are ultimately just illusions, traces that can be seen through at a higher level."

His tone carried a condescending pity: "Without becoming a god, the essence of life has never been transformed; in the end, one is merely an ant drifting with the tide, whose fate is not in one's own hands."

As he said this, a scene unfolded that surprised and even seemed a bit absurd to everyone.

He simply reached out and took the exquisite pipe, engraved with intricate mechanical patterns, from the hand of Churt, who was still in shock and humiliation, and put it in his mouth.

He then straightened his abdomen, which was made of metal and machinery and had no belly, as if it belonged to the King of Angels, and placed one hand on the metal belt at his waist. He then began to walk slowly on the white marble square below the Temple of Heaven.

His posture and rhythm were exactly like those of a famous detective who was unraveling the mystery and revealing a shocking truth in front of everyone.

At this moment, the robe was filled with a dramatic desire to perform and a sense of immersive pleasure. He was clearly enjoying the supreme pleasure of being in control of the whole situation, overlooking the reactions of all beings, and understanding and revealing all secrets.

"actually.

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He stopped and pointed his pipe at the air as if pointing to an invisible clue. "Back then, I had a conversation with Li Boyan, the Refining Spirit cultivator from the Eastern Continent whom I admired the most. We talked about many of the core secrets of this world that were deliberately hidden."

"For example, the most crucial part of the path to godhood is not the accumulation of power, nor the grand ceremony, but rather—[uniqueness]."

His gaze, like a searchlight, slowly swept across the entire room, taking in the complex and varied expressions on the faces of people from both the East and the West, including surprise, shock, anger, realization, and despair, as if he were admiring a dynamic panorama of humanity.

He continued, his tone calm as if stating an objective fact, yet it only highlighted the cruelty within:

"Perhaps it's a kind of bias inherent in the will of this world, what you cultivators of the Eastern Continent like to revere as the 'Heavenly Dao.'"

"Or perhaps, from the very beginning of this world, the foundation of the creation rules was tilted, its 'backside' was crooked, and it was naturally biased towards us in the West."

His tone carried an undisguised, almost cruel, direct mockery.

"In short, in this universe, all uniqueness, without exception, resides in the Western Continent."

"Therefore, only the Western Continent can nurture, accept, and bear true gods."

"As for the Eastern Continent, no matter how many brilliant talents you produce, no matter how arduous your journey and how much effort you put in, you will never, ever produce a true god-level being of your own."

"This is the ironclad law of this world, and an unbreakable, hopeless reality."

"The creator god so favored the West."

This astonishing "truth of the world," enough to overturn the Dao hearts of all cultivators in the Eastern Continent, was revealed by a deity in such a calm and certain tone. All the martial arts saints and cultivators of the Great Sheng Dynasty changed color as if struck by lightning.

Although powerful figures such as the old emperor and Wen Zhiyin had already learned about and speculated about this from Li Boyan, being personally confirmed by a deity still brought an indescribable shock and a deep-seated sense of powerlessness.

The old emperor looked up at the sky, his deep eyes reflecting the gray expanse, and let out a silent sigh.

Moon Chi-in clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked from the excessive force, his face turned pale, and his body swayed as a result.

The three martial arts masters had bloodshot eyes and were filled with anger. Their blood and qi were boiling and surging uncontrollably.

Faced with the injustice of fate, these martial saints felt a surge of anger and a near-desperate will to fight back, stemming from the deepest part of their martial will. If they weren't weak, they would have loved to punch the beings before them.

After the initial shock and anger at being fooled, the Westerners involuntarily straightened their backs again, their faces showing a mixture of pride, superiority, and even pity, as if the world's innate favor was their inherent and undeniable glory and authority.

"I told Li Boyan at the time purely out of admiration, because his spirit of merging the three teachings was quite similar to that of Mr. Yangming, whom I once greatly admired."

"Telling him the cruel truth of this world was intended to help him face reality, let go of unrealistic fantasies, and stop making futile struggles, so that he might be able to live a more enlightened life."

The god of machinery continued walking, his tone so relaxed it was as if he were discussing the weather, completely out of place with the tense atmosphere on the scene.

"Unexpectedly, Your Majesty, after learning this information, you not only did not despair, but instead took advantage of this information gap to carefully design and direct this magnificent drama today."

"You deliberately made us think that you would unknowingly, like a moth drawn to a flame, repeatedly perform that doomed ritual until your life is consumed."

"And your perfect performance today—'almost succeeded,' 'severely injured,' 'unwilling to give up,' yet 'unyielding fighting spirit'—was meant to give us 'hope,' a reason to 'wait,' to make us feel that everything is still under control, that the plan is progressing smoothly, so that we can leave with peace of mind, and to buy you, and the Eastern Continent, that precious breathing space that might turn the tide of the battle."

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" He even imitated the way an Eastern storyteller would point at the old emperor with his pipe.

His tone was full of genuine praise, but that praise was more chilling than the most vicious curse.

"The steps were all meticulously planned, precisely targeting people's greed and wishful thinking. If I hadn't come in person, I'm afraid you would have truly deceived us."

Upon hearing this, many officials and entourage who were previously unaware of the situation suddenly realized what was going on, and their gazes toward the old emperor were filled with indescribable amazement and admiration.

But what followed was a deeper worry, because the play had been seen through.

The angels and representatives from the Western camp looked even more grim, their faces as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Their auras fluctuated violently, intertwined with killing intent, causing the air around them to distort and the light to dim.

If it weren't for the absolute suppression exerted by the will of the God of Machines, they probably would have already erupted in a violent attack, ending this humiliating "farce" in the bloodiest and most thorough way.

However, just as the atmosphere became extremely tense and oppressive, like a pile of dry tinder ready to explode at the slightest spark, the God of Machinery suddenly changed his tone, becoming unusually casual, as if the astonishing scheme he had just revealed was merely an appetizer before the main course:

"However, to be honest, Your Majesty, I don't really care much about your schemes."

Everyone, both East and West, was stunned and puzzled.

"because.:::

The God of Machines' voice carried a hint of amusement, as if unveiling an even more intriguing mystery: "Back when the two sides of the great war were making compromises and ceding various treaties, we, the Seven Gods, had already laid a trap for Your Majesty—a scheme."

They stopped and turned their gaze once again to the nine majestic tombs.

"These nine large tombs and the godhood ceremony themselves are not problematic; the entire process is correct."

"If there is such a thing as uniqueness, Your Majesty, you can indeed rise to the top in one step."

"Based on our understanding of you, and given His Majesty's great talent and determination, I'm afraid that even knowing something is amiss, he would still build it as an experiment or as a delaying tactic like what we're doing today."

"But no matter what your thoughts and plans are, Your Majesty, as long as the great tomb is completed, we will have achieved our goal."

"Because this entire ritual has another purpose."

"A true use for a grave!"

Everyone's attention was completely gripped, and they even held their breath.

All the high-ranking officials from both the East and the West, including the old emperor, the King of Angels, the Martial Saint, and the Prime Minister, were staring intently at the God of Machines, eager to know what it was that could have enabled the Seven Gods to lay out such a long-term plan before they fell into slumber.

"That is..."

The God of Machines seemed to enjoy the feeling of having everyone listen to him tell the truth; even his tone changed slightly.

"Watering the tomb with the death and blood of an emperor and burying him in this meticulously crafted mausoleum can completely reverse this ritual of deification!"

"It will be transformed into another, more advanced, grander ceremony that even we gods, and even the ancient past, yearn for."

His voice carried an almost fanatical excitement, a stark contrast to his cold, mechanical priestly appearance. "The purpose of this ritual is to use the death of the Emperor, the ruler of the Eastern Continent, as an anchor point to forcibly pry open the natural seal of the Eastern Continent itself, releasing—the [Source Essence] hidden beneath the northern border of your Eastern Continent!"

[Original Essence]!

This unfamiliar word, carrying a weighty feeling that shakes the very foundations of the world, strikes at everyone's heart.

What exactly is it that would warrant such a great deal of effort from the Seven Gods, even sacrificing the life of an emperor?

The entire arena fell silent, save for the echoing voice of the God of Machines, filled with an indescribable mix of excitement and mockery.

He seemed unusually active because he had finally revealed this shocking secret:

"Haha, it's no harm to tell you... After becoming a god, I have been fighting against the erosion of divinity and maintaining a stable will. I haven't been this happy in a long time."

"Moreover, I've always wanted to play the role of Detective Dee or Sherlock Holmes in my past life, and today my wish has finally come true, so I'll mercifully tell you..."

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"The [Source Matter] is the very foundation upon which this universe is built!"

"It is the embodiment of laws, the source of great power!"

"It's an essential pillar for the gods to advance further and ascend to the level of those ancient beings who swept across the starry seas!"

"The interesting thing is, this world is just that unfair. All uniqueness resides in the Western Continent, while all the source matter—"

"But they are all hidden within your Eastern Continent."

His voice was full of mockery, "You people of the Eastern Continent will never become gods, yet you will sit on a mountain of treasures for all eternity without even realizing it."

"When we, the Seven Gods, launched the Great War between East and West, half of it was for our faith, and the other half was for this Source!"

"And the most obvious and tempting place we have discovered so far is the [Origin Matter - Primordial Darkness of the Universe] hidden beneath the northern border of your Great Xia."

"This is an unparalleled treasure that allows the Goddess of Night to glimpse her former glory!"

"And I, in my successful ascension to godhood, owed a great debt to the Goddess of Night. Therefore—"

Her voice suddenly turned cold and resolute, "That's why, the moment I awoke, I spared no expense, pouring my precious will into this body to come here personally!"

"My purpose has never been to watch a show, but to ensure your death."

"And witness with my own eyes, using your fall as a sacrifice, to initiate that burial ritual, to break the natural seal of the Eastern Continent, and to retrieve the [Origin Material - Cosmic Darkness] hidden deep beneath the earth."

The truth is now fully revealed.

The old emperor's delaying tactics seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the mechanical god's grander and more cruel calculations.

The atmosphere at the entire Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum instantly plummeted to freezing point, and a storm surrounding the emperor's life and death and the origin of the continent had already descended!