Above The Sky

Chapter 2173: Chapter 63: To Be Like Music, Inspiring Every Heart That Longs to Dance

"Listen, the external body is just the least meaningful shell. What is truly precious within you is the heart of humans. If you believe you are human, then hold on to that belief for a lifetime, regardless of the external, regardless of appearances."

At this moment, the two Fifth Energy Level of Yanjiang both felt that within their bodies, the various Aether circuits and Origin Structures that would have taken hundreds of years to adjust and restore had returned to a complete, stable structure—a state that can be smoothly managed without internal conflict or self-damage.

The path to the Fifth Energy Level was forged through the lives of generations of predecessors.

Inside them lay too many experiences left by those who came before, unsure if they were right or wrong. These circuits, which would inevitably conflict and consume life over time, could help them unleash power far beyond normal levels in a short period, to suppress the overwhelming Emperor who ceaselessly attacked humans in those lost years when life was mere fuel—that was the blade that shielded humans.

Thousands upon thousands of similar explosive circuits converged, granting the Fifth Energy Level a burst of power far beyond that of a ’same level,’ each one being an unparalleled killing machine and a terrifying glass cannon. Even the ordinary God of Sparks can only meet their bloody violence with regret.

Even if the price is eternal combustion of their own soul and body until life’s end.

Each Top Seat’s Blood is a throne built from the flesh and bones of countless heroes.

However, an era needs a symbol of its own. Heroes undoubtedly deserve respect, but even heroes themselves long for a calm and peaceful future without the need for heroism.

If, in an era that should peacefully develop, there are still so many ’Heroic Bloods,’ then they will become enemies, and unleash their soul-burning ’desires’ and ’ambitions’ birthed from the future against one another. frёewebnoѵēl.com

They will fight with ’conviction,’ creating what they believe to be the ’best future.’

——Heroes, it’s time to rest.

Ian bent down, pressing the Forgemaster into the planet’s atmosphere with one hand and pushing the Fate Weaver into the Earth Core, at the central gravity well of Terra with the other.

All of this was based on operations above normal three-dimensional space-time. To someone like Ian, who has taken a half-step forward, far and near, inside and out, small and large, all meant nothing. The massive Celestial Gate Behemoth merged into Terra’s atmospheric cycle, and the Dust Veil Folk could rest and live within their familiar high-pressure, high-gravity, high-aether environment.

"Your essence of life has been etched into the planet’s cycle, nourished and restored by the natural environment. Your lifespan will extend to hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer periods, in the normal environment." frёewebnoѵēl.com

"But when Terra encounters a crisis, faced with unprecedented mighty foes, you will awaken, defeat the similarly awakened Gods of Sparks, and protect the civilization of Terra, just as you are doing now."

"Once your souls and bodies have been repaired to the extent that normal action is possible, your consciousness will be able to mold a human body, serving as your gateway to walk the world. This is the method most commonly used by the Dragon Kings as agents, and I call this molding method ’Path Mimicry.’ With this new human body, you can start practicing the Art of Arcane from scratch, or whatever other thing human civilization may have developed then."

"Death does not matter, for your true life remains within the planet. You can use the human body to become a strong person of that era, or just an ordinary person, as you wish. When human civilization can unlock the seal upon you, or when the power of your other human body surpasses the seal I set, you will be able to return to Terra in your true form."

"By then, human civilization will certainly have the power to accept you—or perhaps it won’t, but I am no longer concerned."

"I can hear the voices in your hearts; this is an ending you can all accept."

The two sealed—or rather, forcibly pressed into retirement—strong beings listened to Ian’s explanation with an incredulous expression.

With their wisdom, how could they not understand that this essentially granted them a rebirth, allowing them to live a second life, or even a third, fourth, countless lives?

"Why are you doing this?" At this moment, the two elders gradually merging into the seal asked, puzzled. "Why offer such generous conditions to the defeated?"

"Because I’m not fighting against you."

Ian gazed at the ’familiar’ two elders.

In many space-times, he has wandered to Yanjiang, that vast, cold, desolate, uninhabited land. The former glory and cities, lacking population, became decayed and perilous without maintenance in many places. Children grew silent in this solitude and would eventually be buried in that once-prosperous industrial city’s ruins, becoming a symbol of Yanjiang’s decline.

Until his arrival.

Though an outsider, though a refugee, Ian quickly gained the local people’s welcome by initially choosing to change his personality, becoming more personable, leading young children to repair streets, fix broken district heating pipes, and relight extinguished streetlamps one by one.

Because he was the sun, even the cold of Yanjiang melted away, bursting forth in renewed vitality.