"Good luck?" Garon smiled. "Good luck is not enough …"
The Depletion of the Mother Stream would directly affect all the powerhouses of the Mother Stream System. Their vitality would gradually decline. If they could not find a way to change their cultivation before the Depletion, then everyone, all the creatures of the Mother Stream, and all the powerhouses who directly or indirectly relied on the Mother Stream to survive, would face the danger of their vitality being cut off.
"The Soul Seed forms the Soul Ring, the Soul Ring produces the Soul Power, and the cycle repeats. This process is actually supported by the Mother Stream's rules. Once the Mother Stream's rules disappear, all the Soul Rings will collapse, and the structure of the Soul Seeds will also collapse. When that happens, all the Soul Seeds will cease to exist. In other words, we will completely become mortals." Garon said softly.
"Maybe this is still a good thing." Hawthorn of the Many-Eyed Clan took a sip of the tea in front of him. "But great risks will also bring great benefits. If we can understand the process of the Origin that leaked out when the Mother Stream collapsed, then we will also have the opportunity to understand the most core laws of space-time. "
"So what? Even the largest aggregation of laws, the Mother Stream, has collapsed. Even if we understand it, it won't be of much use. "Garon shook his head.
Hawthorn smiled slowly.
"That's hard to say. Don't forget that there are thirteen Space-Time Origins, and the Mother Stream is only one of them. If we understand a bit of the core laws, we can also do well in other places. "
"You're thinking well." Garon was speechless.
"I was just thinking about it." Hawthorn shrugged as well. Suddenly, a small device on his ear beeped.
"Alright, my time is up. There are still a bunch of things waiting for me to deal with. I wish you all the best in advance. Tomorrow. "
He stood up.
"Don't worry." Garon smiled and nodded.
He watched as Hawthorn left.
Garon placed a chess piece on his own. His right hand finally defeated his left hand.
He chuckled and shook his head slightly.
Ever since he reincarnated on Earth, he had been moving forward without stopping. Now, he was a Demon Lord with four Soul Rings, belonging to the middle level of the Demon Lord Level.
Four Soul Rings could forcibly raise one's strength by four levels at the peak of the world's power level. This was an extremely terrifying increase. It also represented the terrifying strength of a middle level Demon Lord.
As for the Demon Kings of the upper echelons, they were naturally even more powerful. The colors of the Soul Rings ranged from colorless to red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Only when all the Soul Rings were arranged according to the seven colors, could one be called a high-level Demon King with a total of eight Soul Rings.
It was said that above the seven colors was the level of True Spirit. But now, Garon could clearly feel that even though he had four Soul Rings, they were extremely unstable. After all, only the first Soul Ring was obtained from the Soul Seeds that he had painstakingly comprehended, while the rest were obtained through forceful devouring.
"In other words, although I appear to be a middle-level Demon King on the surface, my actual strength is probably only at the level of a low-level Demon King." Garon shook his head.
"The Soul Ring isn't stable enough. It's barely at the colorless level, let alone at the colorless level. I don't know how long it'll take to reach that level." Sighing, he closed his eyes and began to concentrate on adjusting his state of mind to prepare for tomorrow's viewing of the Origin of the Mother Stream.
*****
Garon's arrival did not cause any major changes. He just lived in seclusion quietly. Despite having a planet-level combat power, he did not have any corresponding extravagance or servants.
Such an attitude of complete indifference to everything and not participating in anything had also gained the approval of the three major forces. Since he did not participate in matters related to fighting for benefits, they naturally tacitly agreed to treat him as if he did not exist.
There were many experts like him in Lighthouse, but Garon was the most powerful one among them. After the news of him viewing the Origin of the Mother Stream in a few days and rejecting the envoys of all the forces at the door was released, all the forces temporarily gave up trying to rope in Garon.
The next day, Garon woke up very early. The simulated sky operated completely according to the laws of nature. It was exactly seven o 'clock in the morning. He prepared everything and headed towards the connecting area of the circular plaza.
What Kakachur had arranged for him was a transportation board that was unique to this place. It was a direct flight board that they had taken when they arrived.
Garon asked Kakachur to stay in the house while he took the flight board to the connecting area alone. He then started the transportation through the small pavilion.
Large pieces of white snowflake-like things kept swaying in front of his eyes. This transportation process lasted for more than ten minutes.
Finally, Garon felt both his feet sink.
"We're here."
A deep male voice rang in his ears.
Garon's eyes lit up.
When he opened his eyes, he was standing in a circular white palace. His position was right in the center. A bald black man with a golden ear stud stood in front of him.
"I've received the notice, Lord Sword Master. Your arrangements have all been prepared. Please follow me," the bald black man was wearing a pure white robe. He spoke to Garon politely and respectfully in a low voice.
"Thank you for your trouble," Garon replied politely.
"You're welcome. This is our daily job," the black man grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.
However, Garon was not in the mood to observe him at this moment. Instead, he carefully observed the surrounding environment.
He followed the black man out of the transportation point and pushed open a small door on the left. They passed through a narrow and dim corridor and arrived at a small white stone pavilion that was neither big nor small.
The small pavilion seemed to be open-air with transparent glass on the other side. Through the glass, one could see the dazzling starry sky rotating slowly outside.
"This is the Mother Stream Position of the High Hall. There is information about the Origin of the Mother Stream recorded by a powerful senior who went through life and death situations here. This glass is actually used to block the negative effects of the huge amount of information. Please rest assured that it will definitely not interfere with your comprehension," the black man explained in a low voice.
"After I close the door, the recording will start in about ten minutes. Please be prepared. The total duration will be calculated according to your own achievements. Although we don't know the principle behind the calculation, generally speaking, the stronger the master, the longer the duration of the viewing. There have even been cases where the recording lasted for three days. "
"How long is the duration usually?" Garon asked.
"About ten minutes. This is the general duration," the black man explained patiently. "Also, this handle in this room can be used to turn on the alarm. Once you encounter any dangerous situation, you can inform us immediately. We will turn off the recording immediately and come to your rescue at the same time. This button requires food and drink, this button requires special items, and this button requires the cooperation of special people … "
He began to introduce the functions of the small pavilion room one by one without stopping.
However, Garon listened casually. His mind faintly fell on the walls of this room. In the small white pavilion room, there was a faint aura of Soul Power that was constantly permeating the air.
"No … It doesn't seem like pure Soul Power, but more like a combination of Aura and Soul Power. The water of the Mother Stream is formed by the liquefaction of countless Auras. Could it be that the combination of Soul Power and Aura will eventually become a higher level of power? "
He secretly guessed in his heart.
"… That's the situation. If you don't have any other requests, we will deduct one million points from your account as the cost of this viewing. May I ask if you would like to start the viewing immediately?" The black man's voice was heard and pulled Garon back from his feelings.
He looked around. There were fine scratches all over the walls. Some of them even had some small holes. It seemed like someone had scratched and blasted crazily here. It was obvious that viewing the Origin of the Mother Stream could very well trigger some unpredictable phenomena.
"You can start now." He nodded, indicating that he was ready.
"In that case, please wait for a moment." The black man left the room and gently closed the door of the small pavilion room.
Click. The sound of the door being locked could be heard from the outside. Then, layers of energy waves were transmitted and attached to the door.
"Are you worried that I will be bewitched by my sanity and go crazy and destroy things?" Garon heard that most people who viewed the Origin of the Mother Stream would fall into a state of confusion and attack the room crazily.
He walked in front of the glass and looked at the boundless starry sky outside quietly through the transparent and cold glass. This was the Supreme Hall. It was impossible to directly lead to the galaxy outside in the interior of Lighthouse. The scenery here was all simulated.
Time passed slowly. Soon, the galaxy outside the glass gradually changed.
The dark blue and dark starry sky started to rotate faster. It became faster and faster, more and more urgent.
Garon could only feel that his eyes were filled with countless blue starlight flowing rapidly, pulling out thin and long lines.
The entire galaxy suddenly changed into a tornado funnel that was large at the top and small at the bottom.
Hiss!!
In an instant, all the galaxies shrunk down and condensed into a ball. It was a ball of small silver-white button.
The small button was only the size of a fist and inside it was a galaxy that was rotating slowly. It looked exceptionally magnificent.
"Has it started?" Garon held his breath and stared at the button carefully.
Suddenly, the button rumbled and instantly exploded with an endless amount of white light. The white light was countless times brighter than the light from a nuclear bomb. Instantly, Garen felt a piercing pain in both of his eyes. He subconsciously closed his eyes out of reflex.
Whoosh!
There was a soft sound.
The white light disappeared.
He opened his eyes quickly and the scene before him had completely changed.
He was no longer standing in the room of the small white pavilion. Instead, he was floating in a boundless, pale yellow space.
Small balls that looked like water bubbles floated up beside him and floated upwards.
He looked up and saw endless pale yellow. The bubbles floated up as if there was no end to them and they were getting smaller and smaller.
"This is …?"
Gurgle …
Another bubble floated up beside him.
In a trance, he actually saw countless galaxies rotating and flowing in the bubble. A bubble that was only the size of an eyeball actually reflected an innumerable huge scene.
He could not help but reach out his index finger and touch the bubble gently.
Boom!!!
Suddenly, countless, terrifyingly huge amounts of information crazily rushed into his brain from the bubble.
The Energy Machine Imprint instantly operated wildly and a large amount of Soul Energy was consumed. Garon only felt that he was like a dry sponge that was crazily absorbing the huge amount of information that came from the bubble.
The amount of information was so huge but so meaningless. It was the formation history of countless planets and countless fortunes. Although it was spectacular, it was meaningless to him. Every planet had a long or short record. Some were billions of years old while others were hundreds of billions of years old.
However, slowly, as the information crazily rushed in, Garon gradually realized that something was wrong. There was an inexplicable aura in the information. It was as if he had discovered the aura that was the combination of aura and Soul Energy.
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