Chapter 167: Lord of Nightgreen Oasis
The smile on Lu Song’s face froze.
His combat power had already risen above 90, yet at that moment he stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face. Fortunately, one of the divine officials on duty today reached out and caught him.
The divine official was filled with sympathy for Lu Song.
“Oh, my God!”
The God in question was just as full of questions.
Even Cheng Qisheng, who had been listening in, was confused.
Yes, Blue Sea would indeed travel to various apocalyptic worlds.
But not all apocalypses were the same.
The scene Gong Cheng had foreseen didn’t sound like an apocalyptic world at all. It sounded more like a world that had already completely collapsed—one where it was simply impossible for anyone to remain.
It was practically the same as telling Lu Song, “You’ll never become a believer.”
Gong Cheng himself clearly hadn’t meant it that way. He looked at Lu Song with absolute certainty, his eyes shining with confidence.
Lu Song looked back at him and was devastated to discover that this prophet was completely serious.
He really didn’t want to believe it.
But this was a prophet.
The very prophet who had foretold the Great Annihilation of Moon Silk Star.
Lu Song forced out his thanks.
“Th-thank you.”
Gong Cheng waved a hand casually. After being a prophet for so many years, this was the first time he’d ever experienced what it felt like to be believed. He was in an excellent mood.
“No need to thank me. I’m just glad I could help.”
Deeply traumatized, Lu Song gave a dry little laugh. He first devoutly bowed to Cheng Qisheng’s statue, then turned around and slowly shuffled out with the air of a weathered old man.
He was going to ask for the afternoon off.
He needed some time to properly digest this prophecy that he couldn’t even tell whether it was good news or bad news.
His pitiful retreating figure made Cheng Qisheng want to grant him a blessing.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t a believer, so she couldn’t.
The great Blue Sea Creator God curiously began examining Gong Cheng’s memories.
If Lu Song was going to see a vision of a world being destroyed like that in the future, then it could only mean that Blue Sea would be there too.
Cheng Qisheng wanted to know exactly what the situation would be—and how Blue Sea could possibly end up in a world that sounded as though it had already been completely shattered.
Perhaps because all of Gong Cheng’s memories had been repaired by her, the scenes she saw were exceptionally clear, without even the slightest blur.
It was somewhat like how the brains of her other believers were: Cheng Qisheng had the key, so she could enter whenever she wanted to take a look.
But Gong Cheng’s brain was practically like being the landlord. She had personally renovated the house herself, so naturally, the view was crystal clear.
The memories from his prophecy were indeed more or less as Gong Cheng had described, except that there was a little artistic embellishment.
In the vision, the entire world really was collapsing with a thunderous roar.
It wasn’t being swallowed by a black hole, nor was the planet shattering. Instead, it was as though something within the world itself were dissolving it from the inside.
Lu Song was suspended in midair, his head tilted upward as he gazed into the distance.
The entire scene lasted for roughly a dozen seconds.
Cheng Qisheng went through it frame by frame. Finally, in the very last second, she saw what Lu Song was looking at.
It was the blurry silhouette of Blue Sea Safe City.
No.
It wasn’t that the Safe City was blurry. It was that it simply wasn’t in this world at all.
Blue Sea Safe City was drifting outside this world.
At that distance, it should have been impossible to see with the naked eye.
The Lu Song in the prophetic vision must have been using some strange perspective to glimpse a faint trace of Blue Sea.
Streams of light, brilliant like shooting stars, flew backward from all directions toward the sky, entering Blue Sea Safe City.
The vision didn’t make it possible to tell what these streams of light were. Gong Cheng had probably interpreted them as some kind of phenomenon accompanying the world’s destruction.
But Cheng Qisheng had a strange, inexplicable intuition:
All of those streams of light were Blue Sea’s residents.
Countless streams of light returned safely to the Safe City, like birds returning to their nest.
One thing could be confirmed: in this prophetic vision, Blue Sea Safe City had suffered no damage whatsoever. In fact, it was considerably larger than before.
However, because only a small portion of the city flashed through the vision, Cheng Qisheng couldn’t determine how large it had been at the time.
Strange.
With her personality, there was no way she’d let a Safe City sit this one out while its residents went off to some world on their own.
And besides, why were they light and shadows?
Where had Old Eighth’s giant wings gone?
At the very least, where was Blue Sea One?
When Cheng Qisheng had first heard Gong Cheng describing the vision, she’d wondered whether all prophets simply liked speaking in riddles.
But after seeing a clearer version of what Gong Cheng had seen, she realized that wasn’t the case at all.
It wasn’t that prophets couldn’t speak plainly. The future they saw really was this abstract and inexplicable.
He’d already done his best to extract as much detailed information as possible from those vague, chaotic prophetic images and pass it on to Lu Song.
—Although Lu Song himself probably hadn’t wanted quite that much detail.
Still, Cheng Qisheng had to admit that, for the time being, it seemed like Lu Song was the only one getting hurt here.
Now, not only had Gong Cheng gained the joy of being able to freely share the scenes he foresaw, Cheng Qisheng had also gained some information about Blue Sea’s future, allowing her to prepare in advance and potentially benefit the entire city.
After repeatedly reviewing the prophetic vision, Cheng Qisheng described it in words and sent it to the Blue Sea government, asking them to extract whatever useful information they could from it.
Blue Sea never failed their great Creator God.
Soon, Qin Zhi reported to the great God:
“Great God, after discussing the matter, the experts believe that the streams of light in the prophetic vision were affected by that world and transformed into some kind of strange physical state—for example, a soul.”
“The residents became streams of light, while the temple remained outside the world. It’s highly likely that this world doesn’t permit external physical entities to enter. In order to enter, the residents can only temporarily transform their forms according to the world’s rules.”
Cheng Qisheng tapped her fingers against the table.
It wasn’t exactly unexpected.
The universe was enormous, with countless civilizations and all kinds of strange planets. There were even humanoid civilizations that were naturally incapable of telling the truth.
In the images transmitted through the Truth Stone, she’d also seen a world filled with ghostly apparitions and spiritual entities. In that world, energy could be transformed into ghost currency, and all sorts of strange spirits living there used ghost currency to conduct transactions.
After seeing so many bizarre memes through the Truth Stone lately, a world that couldn’t accept foreign physical entities didn’t seem all that strange anymore.
One thing could be confirmed.
Given her personality, Cheng Qisheng was 99.999 percent certain that she would never allow her believers to travel to some world on their own.
Not even if she were watching them from outside that world.
If even that tiny remaining possibility had actually happened, then there could only be one explanation.
That strange world must contain something immensely attractive to her—something that could provide enormous benefits to all of Blue Sea.
There was another point to consider. If that world didn’t allow foreign physical objects to be brought inside, wouldn’t that mean they couldn’t bring weapons either?
They would have to rely solely on the residents’ own abilities.
Cheng Qisheng thought for a moment before directing a portion of her mental power toward the Truth Stone.
“I have a question.”
She didn’t describe the prophetic vision or ask the myriad worlds what kind of world Gong Cheng had foreseen.
Instead, she asked a broader question:
“From a macro perspective, if a Safe City wants to develop toward becoming a planet, is it more important to improve its weapon capabilities, or to improve the supernatural abilities of its residents?”
Its master had asked a question, so the Truth Stone began swirling its vortex.
The estimated number of nuclear crystals it gave her didn’t include even a single crystal of markup.
Even so, the question was extremely expensive. One zero after another appeared across the red jade.
“Ten million nuclear crystals?”
Cheng Qisheng, who had already evolved into a super-rich woman, still felt a slight pang of heartache when she saw the final figure.
At the same time, however, she knew very well that for a question like this, that price was already incredibly cheap.
As the platform, the Truth Stone was already doing its best to negotiate the price down for her. Of those ten million nuclear crystals, everything beyond the estimated cost of the world passage would go entirely to the one providing the answer.
The life capable of answering this question was probably a city lord—and likely a very high-level one at that. Ten million to receive guidance from someone like that was well worth it.
Cheng Qisheng said to the Truth Stone,
“Buy it. Come back to Blue Sea. I’ll have someone put the nuclear crystals in.”
She was watching the Truth Stone run back and conduct a transaction with the Blue Sea residents when the mental power she’d left outside suddenly detected something unusual.
Cheng Qisheng redirected her mental power toward it and was slightly surprised.
A large number of Blue Sea residents who had gone out were gathered together, carrying a substantial amount of weaponry. They were lying in wait at a certain location, while some had even taken out their wings and flown above the clouds.
There were groups on both sides. Clearly, a battle involving the people of Moon Silk Star was about to take place here.
The various factions on Moon Silk Star often fought among themselves, which was why the city lords’ group chat was always filled with complaints from city lords saying that they’d done absolutely nothing, only for some local faction nearby to suddenly attack them.
With so many resources monopolized by [Company] in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, the remaining small and medium-sized factions naturally had no choice but to keep fighting among themselves if they wanted to survive comfortably.
Through the Faith Chain, Cheng Qisheng could sense the anticipation, excitement, and exhilaration surging through the Blue Sea residents.
They were waiting.
Waiting for the two factions ahead to fight each other to mutual destruction, while the Blue Sea residents would simply swoop in afterward and reap the benefits.
Old Eighth had always been extremely patient when it came to combat.
Through the perspective of a believer high in the sky, Cheng Qisheng swept her gaze over the combat strength of the two groups of Moon Silk people and made a rough estimate.
The Old Eighth gathered here could comfortably defeat them.
So she decided to leave them to it.
Her mental power was just about to sweep past when she suddenly stopped upon reaching the group of Moon Silk people on the left.
The person leading them…
Why did she look so familiar?
Cheng Qisheng had personally pieced the prophet Gong Cheng back together and had seen every memory of his life, from birth up to the present. She recognized her almost immediately.
Wasn’t this the Lord of Nightgreen Oasis?
She was also the mother of the prophet Gong Cheng. Judging by her appearance, aside from looking a little more weathered, she was practically identical to the woman who had repeatedly smacked Gong Cheng around when he was five.
Cheng Qisheng had originally only been watching the battle as a spectator, but her attitude instantly changed.
Gong Cheng had already become her believer.
So his mother…
‘She’s one of ours!’
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