Chapter 152: The Gate of Imprints
Deep in the Multiverse.
A point of light suddenly appeared in the almost boundless light band of the Astral Realm. Compared to the flickering stars, this point of light seemed so insignificant. However, when this light gradually transformed into the shape of a door, a subtle and wonderful change occurred throughout the entire Multiverse. This door resembled a line that instantly connected to many planes within the Multiverse, from Mount Heaven’s Eden above to the Abyss Hell’s Shura Realm below. This door seemed to open a boundary, linking a vast majority of the Multiverse’s space.
“Finally out.”
A figure cloaked in black robes stepped out from within the door. He possessed a terrifyingly strong magical power, to the extent that the space around him was drawn in, forming an astonishing vortex of energy. The figure slowly extended his palm, revealing pale finger bones adorned with countless priceless gemstone rings.
Finger bones without flesh.
This was a Lich, and a very powerful one at that.
The Lich stood in the void of the Astral Realm, as if he hadn’t felt everything in front of him for a long time. After lingering for quite a while, he slowly said in a slightly hoarse voice, “The Lady has finally opened the great door.”
“I wonder what the world has become now.”
Intense energy fluctuations appeared.
The Lich standing in the void seemed to pause for a moment, then murmured, “This familiar energy fluctuation!”
“cr*p!”
“It’s those people from the Three Houses of Everything! … Better leave quickly!”
The brilliance of a teleportation spell emerged.
The Lich’s figure quickly vanished from the Astral Realm, and soon after, three figures dressed in robes appeared from within the door. At the forefront was an elderly man who appeared to be quite aged. After appearing in the Astral Realm, he also paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, “Praise the Lady of Pain! Finally, we can leave that hellish place of City of Imprints!”
“How many years has it been?”
“The Lady of Pain has finally reopened the door to the City of Imprints!”
…
Material Plane.
Soren’s figure appeared high in the air, thousands of meters above the ground. As a deity, he possessed unique perception abilities—an exploration of the Multiverse.
Just in that brief moment, he felt as though a door had been opened within the laws of the Multiverse.
An inexplicable door.
This door possessed some abilities beyond his understanding of the laws, connecting various places in the Multiverse in a way that even deities could not perceive. Whether it was the higher plane of Mount Heaven or the lower plane of Shura Realm, this door seemed like a line passing through numerous layers. And along this line, there were gates that connected each other.
“City of Imprints! …”
Soren’s gaze stared at the endless stars, as if he saw something that mere mortals could not.
The entire Multiverse only had one place capable of connecting all planes, and that was the legendary City of Imprints. Its existence had been self-closed for a long time; the ruler of the City of Imprints, the Lady of Pain, had sealed off this space, and only today, with the eruption of the Saint’s Cataclysm, had this long-sealed place reappeared in the Multiverse.
The City of Imprints is a door.
It can lead to all planes. But the Lady of Pain refuses to allow deities to visit. For eons, the City of Imprints remained a special realm untouched by the gods.
In almost no way different from the past, as Soren sensed this door seemed to open.
She rejected Soren.
Soren perceived an overwhelmingly powerful consciousness—it belonged to the legendary Lady of Pain. The absolute ruler of the City of Imprints, whose power could rival and even surpass that of the strongest deities, embodied in Pain itself. The Lady of Pain still refused to open this door for the deities, which meant no deity could enter the City of Imprints.
However.
Soren knew this was only temporary, for with the complete eruption of the Saint’s Cataclysm, the rules of the City of Imprints were also changing.
Deities cannot enter.
But when the Saint’s Cataclysm reaches a certain critical point, Saints would be able to enter this special place.
…
“What’s wrong?”
Under the tranquil night sky, Gloria’s figure appeared beside Soren. Soren’s sudden teleportation to the high altitude left her puzzled, so she quickly followed.
Soren had not told anyone about everything concerning the Goddess of Magic.
There were far too many prophecy spells in this world. Some mysteries possessed powers beyond even the gods’ understanding. There were some things Soren absolutely could not say, for spoken words might be discovered. The enemies of the Goddess of Magic included powerful beings with strong divine power. When facing such foes, caution was not an exaggeration.
“Nothing.”
Soren gently shook his head, then put his arm around Gloria and the two began to descend towards the ground. He slowly said, “The door to the City of Imprints has been opened.”
The City of Imprints?
Gloria paused at his words. As a legendary-level Northern Witch, she certainly knew what the City of Imprints represented. Therefore, upon hearing that the City of Imprints had been opened, she naturally couldn’t help but be surprised.
This is the door linking the Multiverse.
A space independent of the divine realms and many planes. For spellcasters, it is a shortcut to planar travel. The opening of the City of Imprints means that the difficulty of interplanar exploration has been greatly reduced.
This is a transit station of the Multiverse.
…
Everything that should happen still happened.
The progression of history seemed not to differ significantly from what Soren remembered. Some major events were things he could not shake. As a newly risen deity, Soren could only change everything from small aspects, hoping the future would not be so dire.
There were still two and a half months until the fall of the Goddess of Magic.
Soren had done many things since leaving Modo City this time, even paying a few prices. He wasn’t certain whether he could change the course of history, so he could only leave everything to time. Direct confrontations between powerful deities were not something he could participate in at this moment, which was why Soren chose to temporarily separate from the Goddess of Magic and return to Modo City.
Wanting to change does not mean seeking d*ath.
If the being secretly hoping for the Goddess of Magic’s demise was indeed those few he suspected, recklessly getting involved in a direct battle against the Goddess would only result in being easily crushed.
Weaker divine power.
Although Soren’s strength had grown far beyond what it used to be, it was still insufficient to contend with existences like the Lady of the Night, the Spider Queen, and the Lord of Radiance.
He knew what might happen next.
But he could not get involved. If a powerful deity’s divine power erupted in the Material Plane during a direct confrontation, a weaker deity like him might be seen as an eyesore and easily erased.
There was only so much Soren could do.
What followed was up to the Goddess of Magic herself. Some struggles on certain levels could only be interfered with by those at the apex of the gods.
What he needed to do now was to continue accumulating his power!
… (To be continued ~^~)
