Free Web NovelChapter 2172: Chapter 63: Like Music, Inspiring Every Heart That Yearns to Dance
Yet even though the Space-Time around Ian had shattered, his Body still remained completely intact. A faint, almost nonexistent wisp of Spiritual Power radiance was constructing Ian’s form, so that when he slightly raised his head, the Forgemaster’s Space-Time blade was crushed, and the Fate Weaver’s woven web of laws was torn apart.
"You two are extremely dangerous, but you are also the necessary ’restraining force’ of this world."
Ian raised his hand, silent and soundless, yet he seized both their throats. Centered on the white‑haired youth, a ring of silver brilliance began to expand at high speed. The power of the Pioneer Platform, like a silver sun, flooded the entire Firmament outside Terra Star, constructing incomparably complex geometric structures: "So the place of your seal is the most special of all—that is ’Terra.’"
"As for the others, I have different arrangements."
An instant later, accompanied by a terrifying Spiritual Power eruption sufficient to make the planet quake and Space-Time shatter, beside every Fifth Energy Level powerhouse, silver Doors unfolded one after another, swallowing them in and sending them to the faraway other side.
In a single moment, whether it was the Crystalline Dragon King or the Grand Guardian, the Pupationer or Eternal Wind, all the Fifth Energy Level beings vanished from around Terra, leaving only Ian and the two Yanjiang powerhouses.
"What in the world is this power? I clearly severed all your connections with Aether!"
Choked by the throat, the Forgemaster’s eyes opened wide. He swept his gaze in disbelief over the strange ghostly light around Ian, as if he had discovered something: "Don’t tell me that merely by relying on the power contained within your own Body, you can completely suppress us?!"
"No." On the other side, the Fate Weaver observed the ghostly light around Ian even more calmly. She spoke word by word: "This is still some kind of Aether, but it is even more complex... Ian, you have modified the Star God’s Aether and created your own Aether?!"
"No wonder our seal had no effect, because the linkage between you and the Aether you created surpasses our understanding and simply cannot be completely cut off!"
"You, what exactly are you planning to do?" fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
"This is what I admire about you. You are the true prodigies and paragons of the Terra civilization.
Ian said with a smile: "Even when you have only seen the very first glimpse, you can swiftly determine the source of my true power and roughly grasp the essence of the methods I now wield."
"What exactly am I planning to do? Did I not already say it—I am going to seal you, so that you may awaken again in the era when you ought to appear. However, the two of you are rather special; should Terra once more have a troublesome God of Sparks revive or emerge, I fear we will still need you to take action."
"Therefore, the place of seal I have prepared for you is Terra."
With those words, the power in Ian’s hands trembled.
At once, behind the Forgemaster and the Fate Weaver, layers of phantoms were shaken loose. Behind the Forgemaster was a colossal giant centipede that coiled about heaven and earth, traversing the starry void—yet it had a Human head, and those hundreds of thousands, millions of centipede segments, those limbs that stirred Space-Time, were all Human arms, making it indescribably horrifying, like some bizarre and grotesque evil God out of a strange, lurid myth.
And the phantom behind the Fate Weaver was even stranger. From afar, it looked like a web woven and interlaced in Space-Time, but if one looked carefully, one could see that every strand of that web extended from Human hands and Human limbs, and at every node where the webs intersected, there rotated and stared a deep, abyssal eye.
It should not have been like this.
These two phantoms, both Human yet not Human, unspeakably strange, were the truest [Visage] hidden behind the Aether True Body of Terra’s Fifth Energy Level.
With Human Body, with Human heart, with Human deeds, they drive Non‑Human power, Non‑Human thought, Non‑Human desire. Such twisted and repressed power, such simple and brutal fusion, has long since made Terra’s Fifth Energy Level into this kind of warped form.
But in truth, Ian did not feel the slightest contempt; he held respect.
Because no matter how evil or twisted, their limbs were still Human, and it was still Human will that was controlling this vast Non‑Human Divine power.
What Ian intended to do, however, was instead to push them to accept it completely.
To completely accept this [Non‑Human power].
"Ian!" "Stop!" frёeωebɳovel.com
At the top of the Ether Tower, the two Fifth Energy Level powerhouses roared in unison, because they had sensed that Ian’s power was seeping into their Bodies, exquisitely cold as it modified every thread of Origin Structure and Aether circuitry within them. The foundations of power they had left behind—though overall not very efficient, yet allowing Humans to control them freely—were being corrected, restored to their original state: more solid and more efficient, but of a ’Non‑Human’ structure. "You’re trying to turn us into distorted monstrosities? Stop this at once!"
"Aberration, in truth, is simply the result of the Human Body coming into conflict with the power of beasts from alien stars. Alien Forms are the outcome of completely metamorphosing from Human into Alien monstrosity. The Lady Wilderness within the wild forest masses is the Alien Mother, and also the mother of the Wilderness Tribe."
Ian shook his head slightly: "But you are different. Your will has long since grown strong enough to control a complete Spark, yet you stubbornly tangle yourselves up over Human form—saying that every kind of power must have its corresponding form, that this alone is Logos. Since you have accepted Sparks from alien stars, you must remodel for yourselves the ’Visage’ most suited to you, instead of insisting on using Human form to construct that sort of Outer God’s Visage which even Humans, upon seeing it, would cry out ’too extreme.’"
