Chapter 1522
Chapter 1522: The Super-Electromechanical Dragon at the Place of Farewell / Mowen Arrives at the Kingdom of Order
This was the first painting of Ye Qiyan.
He came before the Wall of Records and hung the empty ink bottle alongside this painting.
Immediately, he reached out and touched it.
The next instant, his entire person entered directly into the world within the painting.
Everything that happened on that day reappeared before his eyes.
From the very second he entered the Colorless Land to the final second when the battle with Colorless ended.
This was merely a world within a painting, yet it was also an entirely real piece of memory.
Nothing would change, nor would he change the outcome of that day.
He merely existed as a bystander, watching the battle between himself and Colorless on that day, watching his past self who used Dream Weaving.
At that time, he was truly so strong.
The power brought to him by the mark of the dream in the Colorless Land was the highest height he had ever reached so far, aside from that sword strike named “The End” slashed out at the Trading Star.
But his present self had also grown to a similar height.
However, it was only similar.
In that battle with the Dark Overlord, there was no The End, no Dream Weaving, and even less collision of Kingship.
His companions had not yet reached the strength portrayed in this scroll.
Here, The Hunt could unleash dozens of transcendence warheads in one go, the Villain’s shield seemed capable of covering an entire world, and Eve’s speed was as fast as starlight…
His current self was still a little short of surpassing the self of that moment who possessed the final mark of the dream of the Golden Race.
Like this…
That’s wonderful~
Ye Qiyan’s face was covered in smiles.
“Even if everything that happened back then is extremely clear in memory, it still lacks a bit of reality after all. Hmm, it’s still not enough. If I want to surpass the level of this battle, I must continue to grow stronger.”
Can he surpass it?
Of course~
He was Ye Qiyan after all.
He was someone who would not back down in the face of power, but would only find it interesting.
If the most powerful target in his eyes was that apex of the Golden Race, the chief of the Hero Race.
Then his target now was to surpass the self in this painting.
“Since I’m already here, I might as well go take another look.”
[blasphemy card vii: the anchor]
[12th Anchor Point Confirmed]
[Second Ability: Voyage]
A permanent Anchor Point was still an Anchor Point. When Ye Qiyan sank into the bottomless Nether Abyss, and when he opened his eyes once more, stepping onto a solid piece of land.
All around was desolate and silent…
[Level 8 Station World: The Ash-White Place of The End]
The name of this place had changed, and the land beneath his feet was no longer the entire complete world it once was, but only a tiny fragment of the world.
Ye Qiyan could feel that the strongest monster here was merely a paltry C-Rank False God related to color.
That False God sensed his existence, and instead of fleeing, it took the initiative to attack.
Ye Qiyan ignored its existence, directly taking out the Ring of Blasphemy, causing that False God to die of fear.
He put away the Divine Core dropped by the False God, walked on this ash-white land, and made a brief confirmation.
“Is only this little left?”
This was the final place where he battled Colorless, the location of the final treasury of the Golden Race.
The treasury was no longer here, after he used that world as the power of the mark of the dream.
Being able to leave behind such a fragment could already be considered a Miracle.
“How did a C-Rank False God end up running into a Level 8 world? And this False God… isn’t it a bit too weak?”
He came to the place where he originally chose to leave the station.
“Is it because this world is too special? Hehe, true. Even if it’s just a bit of soil left behind after The End, this was once soil belonging to the Golden Race.”
Should he leave something behind?
Ye Qiyan thought for a moment and held that C-Rank Divine Core in his hand.
“Such a useless Divine Core. The quality is far worse than previous C-Rank Divine Cores… Tsk tsk, as expected, these shoddy False Gods only consider quantity.”
“But well.”
“That Void guy probably doesn’t value False Gods much anymore either.”
He suddenly thought of an interesting idea and grinned.
He processed this Divine Core with the Processing Table, transforming it into a machine-type False God core, and subsequently injected the malice of “Greed”.
Then he summoned a few mechanical entities from his territory in the Imaginary Space whose strength was below Level 9, yet much stronger than ordinary Level 8s.
He stuffed this False God core into the body of one named “Electromechanical Dragon”, used Omnic Crisis on it to grant it more and stronger evil intelligence, and gave it Sublimation.
Turning it into the Super-Electromechanical Dragon.
“Hehe, although it used up some materials, if some unlucky fellow happens to come to this station, I might as well harvest some toll fees.”
He smiled wickedly and patted this already demonized Super-Electromechanical Dragon.
“Do a good job. Since this world could attract one False God, there will be a second, a third, or even beings beyond False Gods. Kill them all.”
“Roar!”
The Super-Electromechanical Dragon loyally saluted him.
With the just-obtained False God core plus Sublimation, its level had stabilized at Level 9.
Don’t look down on this level for not being high.
If it were those mass-produced C-Rank False Gods, they wouldn’t be its match at all.
If it were an old-version C-Rank, it wouldn’t matter either.
This place was already the location of the Anchor Point.
The ukiyo-e dream-like brushstrokes blended the powers of the Beacon of Memory, the Anchor, and the Dream Weaver, only then reaching today’s state.
It took a dozen wilderness days of wholehearted painting before it could serve as the location of his brand-new Anchor Point.
Therefore, he also bestowed the authority of the Platform Lord upon this Super-Electromechanical Dragon.
If it really couldn’t beat them, at worst, relying on the Platform Lord authority, it could hold out until the time he dispatched his companions to arrive.
In fact, his leaving something here was not just because this place was an Anchor Point.
More importantly.
This was the Place of Farewell of the Golden Race.
It was the graveyard of the last batch of the Golden Race.
He felt… since they could miraculously remain through The End, let them stay here forever.
“I still need to change the name… Hmm, let’s call it…”
[Place of Farewell]
Voyaging once more.
Opening his eyes, Ye Qiyan had already returned to his own Train.
“Hoo…”
Looking at the painting before him, he stretched comfortably and yawned.
“Although there is no real fatigue, I’m still a little tired.”
Sunset, moonrise.
He returned to that bed of great dreams and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Tomorrow, he would wake up; tomorrow, it would be a new station.
He could be certain.
——–
Kingdom of Order.
Under the gaze of the masses, with the live stream of the Focus Guild opening.
Mowen, the Chief Executive of the City of a Thousand Stars, arrived at the Grand Hall of Order.
The two sides could not be said to be at daggers drawn, but they were extremely nervous.
“Long time no see, Senior Lu Cangxiao, or should I say, Sloth Aspect?”
Lu Cangxiao sat upon that throne, bearing a pair of dead fish eyes, looking at him calmly.
“I didn’t expect you to actually dare to come. What, your disciple just watches you run over to the enemy’s side like this? He will go crazy.”
Mowen chuckled, a flash of sharp light passing through his eyes for a split second.
“It’s fine. If a disciple is dissatisfied with his master, that is the master’s incompetence. Senior Lu, allow me to stay in this Kingdom of Order for a period of time. You will agree, right?”
“Why not? However, you must be careful. If you die here and trigger a war between the City of a Thousand Stars and the Kingdom of Order, then you will be the greatest sinner.”
“Indeed, hehe, so I won’t die. This is an agreement between them and me.”
