Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

"In other words, I have transcended the limitations of life itself in this way and become an omnipresent being."

"Since you are already aware of my existence, you should be clear about the power I currently possess. So allow me to make a formal declaration here."

"I have become time itself, the constant and unchanging, the measure of a thousand winds and the sun and moon. I am the moment of all joy, the moment of all anger, the moment of all longing, the moment of all madness, the moment of all delirium!"

"I have transformed into a thousand winds!"

The voice was not the words of the Fool alone, but rather the voice of billions upon billions of voices overlapping.

It seems to be a collection of billions of things, rather than an existence in a single sense.

Just as the Fool proclaimed himself, he has become a thousand winds!

He is everywhere and at all times!

While a fool cannot stop the wind from eroding everything, that does not mean he has no power.

On the contrary, he not only possessed power, but also power far greater than that of the King of Wind in the mortal world!

Even if he is the King of Wind in the mortal world, he cannot change the fact that he is the King of Wind in the mortal world; in the end, he is just a ruler of the mortal world.

There is a fundamental difference between earthly rulers and heavenly thrones, no matter what. Even though they are both winds, there is still a difference between them.

Barbatos, the king of the winds in the mortal world, is ultimately just one wisp of wind among a thousand.

Faced with the unparalleled power displayed by Pantalone, even the power capable of obliterating a thousand mountains could not stop or affect the power that Pantalone displayed.

That power is not only the thousand winds, which are more sublime than the winds of the mortal world, but also the winds that can obliterate everything under the great power of time.

Gazing upon the power that Pantalone possessed, which seemed to transcend the mortal realm, Barbatos understood everything after hearing these words.

They also understood the origin of Pantalone's power, as it had already been clearly explained in Pantalone's words.

The being who calls himself the Fool used that power from outside the world to steal the authority of the throne in the sky, thus gaining power equivalent to the 'Primordial' Shadow.

That power that pours into the heavens, distorting the 'natural law' and laws of this world, is precisely the process by which the Fool steals the throne of this world.

Once this process is complete, the power of the throne will fall entirely into the hands of the Fools, who will then rewrite the 'natural law' and laws of this world.

Although because the process was not completely completed, he only possessed a portion of the power of the shadow.

Even so, the power of that heavenly throne is something that the mortal world cannot contend with. With this authority over 'time,' no one in the mortal world can stop Pantarone.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is now considered to be at the pinnacle of human achievement.

He has not set foot in the realm of the gods, yet he has already surpassed the gods of the mortal world.

It is no exaggeration to say that, theoretically, there is no power in the mortal world that can stop Pantalone and the Fools from doing what they want to do and pursuing their schemes.

The light and power of 'imaginary numbers' illuminate everything, and the laws governing this world allow fools to arbitrarily determine the form of everything.

Under the influence of that power, even the storm stirred up by the Wind King of the mortal world was directly obliterated by this incomparably powerful force, and the terrifying situation was reversed in an instant.

Compared to his previous flamboyant and all-encompassing style, Barbatos has now become the weaker party.

Looking at the immense power of 'imaginary energy' emanating from Pantalone, and the control and authority he displayed over 'time' he could see.

This made Barbatos, who could barely manage to show his ugly face, say something bitter.

"This isn't fun."

Chapter 186 Pantalone, We Beg the Emperor to Die (4k)

In the process of distorting the natural order, the snow falling from the sky was not a deliberate result of the law of 'imaginary numbers'. Rather, it was because the process of distorting the natural order by the law of 'imaginary numbers' obscured the light from the heavens.

The sun's rays could not reach the earth, causing it to quickly lose temperature. Under the rapidly decreasing temperature, water molecules in the clouds quickly condensed, turning into snow that blanketed the land for thousands of miles.

The earth, deprived of the sun's heat, froze at an unimaginable speed, which is not a physical phenomenon in the conventional sense.

This is because, within the system of the constructed 'Grand Unified Model,' the spacetime of this world has been expanded, causing the movement of matter to gradually become faster.

This causes energy to move faster, but also causes energy to be lost at a faster rate.

No life on this land can escape it, and Liyue, as the most vast and resource-rich land on the Teyvat continent, suffers immeasurable impact.

For an agrarian civilization, such variables are absolutely indispensable.

The earth turned into permafrost, and the mountains and rivers were frozen.

That touch of pure white gradually dyed the entire world with that pure white color, and as this pure white color spread even further...

It seemed as if the authority represented by the silvery snow country was gradually taking over this land.

This process is neither swift nor slow; it simply exists there, like a natural phenomenon or landscape existing between heaven and earth. There is no way to stop or interfere with the arrival of this cold wave.

The atmosphere of war permeated the frozen land beneath the mountains and rivers, as the soldiers of Qianyan fought to defend their homeland.

They are struggling against ominous creatures that are trying to seize the world of the living, and they cannot retreat a single step for the sake of the land behind them.

Beyond the desolate battlefields of war, outside this mortal world, seemingly the only ones in existence, those two figures facing each other from afar exist outside this mortal realm.

The Fool, who had brought his own possibilities to this mountain peak, gazed at the figure who stood there like an unyielding rock, as if it were a reunion between them.

Looking at that solemn figure as solid as a rock, he smiled slightly, as if expressing his respect to the earthly god of rock.

"It's been a long time. How have you been, Mr. Zhongli? Or perhaps... I should use a different title: Lord Morax, the Geo King whom we, the people of Liyue, serve, the god of wealth and contracts."