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Chapter 1632 Final Chapter: Crossing the Sea [53] "The Great Sage Yang Mermaid and the Unsincerous People Arrive (18)"

Casadia—while waging a tug-of-war with the World Tree, created a radiant and dazzling god to appear before all humanity, laying such a lie in order to allow humanity to begin its counterattack in the Second Age of "Creation"—creating the most important, profound, and decisive foreshadowing.

If He had not proclaimed this to all mankind at this moment, the concept of "creation" would not have appeared so quickly.

"Creation" was indeed brought to Rovasa by Si Que, that much is certain, but Casadia was also a key figure behind it. After being transformed by the Second Seat, He pondered the information revealed in the Second Seat's fragmented words. He quickly guessed the meaning of the Second Seat's authority, "Creation," and determined that it was a miraculous power that transcended bloodlines and classes. He determined that this was the only way for humanity to turn the tide, and He had to inform all of humanity of this concept!

It was His lie, which He now presents to the world, that allowed the concept of "creation" to take root and sprout silently at the beginning of creation, becoming part of the world's rules, until it fully grew in the Second Age and became the most powerful weapon for weaker races.

This colossal lie, spanning two great civilizations, countless eras, millions of reincarnations, and billions of lives, is known to only four people.

Su Ming'an, Hui Bai, Antetria, and Casadia himself.

Hui Bai stared at the direction where the light dissipated, and whispered, "Building hope with lies, concealing compassion with joy... Casadia, is this the path you chose? Taking all the blame upon yourself, yet secretly planting the most rebellious and egalitarian seeds for a new world..."

Initially, the Radiant Mother was merely a lie of Casada, an empty shell. However, as more and more people came to believe in her, she gradually became a true deity, shedding her Casada persona and developing her own independent thought.

In the future, Casadia gave Himself.

But now, the Radiant Mother is merely a disguise for Casarte.

That radiant "Radiant Mother Goddess," the deity who spreads hope and new paths, is in reality nothing more than a pain-averse two-dimensional artist who is twisted in the radiance, deceiving the world to survive, and currently struggling against the consciousness of the World Tree.

He borrowed the name and image of the later Radiant Mother Goddess and sowed a path belonging to "creation" and "faith".

He needs faith, a tremendous amount of conviction to win the tug-of-war.

The offerings he demanded were not cattle or sheep, nor gold or silver, but rather—humanity's unwavering belief that "mortals can transcend blood ties through creativity and writing!" It was a call to him, the "god of joy and lies"!

When enough people believe in this, and the faith converges into a river, on that day, the rules of "creation" will truly be accepted by the world and become an axiom of this new world.

Casadia will also use this opportunity to ascend to godhood and solidify his existence.

This is a shocking lie that completely binds its own existence to the fate of the weak in the new world.

In the distant future, countless weak races suffering from oppression will have hope amidst despair, and will bravely pick up their pens to fight, pointing their swords at oppression and fear.

They would never know that every hopeful call to the "Radiant Mother," every firm belief in the way of "creation," and every curse against the human traitor "Cassadia" was providing the "Fun Demon" with the seeds for its continued existence.

Hope and despair, redemption and curse, have formed a tragic closed loop.

We venerate the saint, "Radiant Mother Goddess".

The hatred of sinners is "Cassadia".

"sinner".

Or is he a "saint"?
……

You can only choose one.

However, it is also possible to do both.

……

Outside the porthole, lies and false gods reign supreme atop the planet, addressing all of humanity with grand pronouncements:

"And those who spread hope, wield the flame, bring hope, and guide this thought of 'creation'—"

Those who spread joy, wield lies, weave falsehoods, and lead this idea of ​​'creation'—

……

"—Kritsens, the god of glory and hope!"

—Cassadia, the god of joy and lies!

……

"Klitschko is the master of this path!"

—Cassadia is the master of this path!

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"Kritsens is the god of birth, the sun, and fire!"

Casadia is the god of joy, pleasure, and lies!
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"Pray to Him! Call upon Him! Your faith is the best offering to Him, and the foundation upon which you build your future!"

Pray to Him! Call upon Him! Your faith is the best offering to Him, and the foundation upon which you build your future!

……

In a daze, Su Ming'an seemed to see, beneath the radiant and sacred body of the Mother Goddess, a youthful face with tears streaming down its face, as fragile as glass and as warm as porcelain.

He smiled through his tears, shouting as if looking back at the world:
"Praise my name!"

"Offer me a sacrifice!"

Praise me!

"Write my glorious name! Forge my holy emblem! Light my sacred fire! Select my believers!"

"Offer yourselves to me for all eternity—the most sincere, the purest, the most joyful fervor!"

……

……

"Snapped--!"

As soon as the words fell, the towering, divine phantom vanished, transforming into countless points of light, like a warm, golden drizzle, sprinkling every corner of the newborn world.

Hui Bai raised his head and sighed softly.

Ludwig reached out and caught the scattered specks of light.

Ran Bo wiped his dirty glasses, silently reciting scientific theorems to remind himself not to forget them.

Mu Changying held a long spear, gazing up at the sky, as if trying to see where the end of the sunlight was.

Unaware of the truth, Blake touched his newly grown dragon horns, looking bewildered: "Could Su Qing's prophecy be true? Hey, I really have grown dragon horns. Will I really turn into a big golden dragon in the future?"

Locke looked at the devil horns that had grown on his face in the mirror and suddenly laughed: "I used to be a conscientious detective, never drinking a drop of alcohol, for fear of being complained about by my employers... Now, everything is about to end. As Su Qing said, how about I try the taste of alcohol?"

The planet's fluctuations did not end there.

After the Radiant Mother Goddess's form dissipated, the remaining radiance converged towards the heavens like rivers flowing into the sea. Her form gradually elongated and deformed, until finally—

"Om-!"

A buzzing sound, like that of the beginning of the universe, rang out.

The sky, which had previously held only a cold moon, suddenly saw a "sun" rise into the sky!
With the belief of countless people, the image of the "Radiant Mother Goddess" hangs high in the sky, transforming into a dazzling red sun, standing alongside the cold moon. This marks the beginning of her gradual transformation from a lie into a real life.

The sun and moon shine together in the sky, their light illuminating eternity—this mythical scene heralds the arrival of a new era.

Inside the ark, countless people stared blankly at the newborn sun outside the portholes, complex emotions churning in their chests. Through the broadcasts by Hui Bai and others, they gradually came to believe in the existence of the Radiant Mother Goddess, and that she was a benevolent deity. Others remained rational and disbelieving, even resorting to conspiracy theories, claiming it was a scheme by the upper echelons to divert attention from their own problems.

Regardless, someone is praying.

They prayed that the path of "creation" promised by the radiant god "Krishnamurti" would soon be revealed, and that they and their loved ones would be able to protect themselves in the future world.

That sun... was so dazzling.

……

Traveling in a small spaceship, Su Ming'an and his expedition team arrived at the colorful planet.

The hatch opened, and a rush of air, a mixture of strange floral scents and the smell of sulfur, filled the air. There was only a moon in the sky; at this time, the sun had not yet risen over Rovasa.

……

At this moment, the sun and moon are in the same sky here.

A new sun, constructed from the lies of a young man who deceives the world.

……

Su Ming'an found Su Liujin, who was running a fever, in a corner of the aquarium on the 27th floor.

The sun had just risen high in the sky, and people were all looking out of the portholes. A white-haired boy lay slumped in a corner, his breath hot. Su Ming'an checked Su Liujin's pulse; it was alarmingly weak.

"Su Liujin, what happened? Have you been affected by the racial changes?" Su Ming'an examined her, but found that Su Liujin... did not have any jellyfish characteristics.

Su Liujin is still human; he didn't turn into a jellyfish. But everyone else changed their race, so why was Su Liujin the only exception?

"It's nothing... The Emperor was a little out of breath, so he went out for a walk and ran into a group of researchers. He rushed here in a panic and fainted..." Su Liujin coughed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wander off... I just couldn't walk back..."

He looked out the porthole and murmured:

"How beautiful, sun! I never knew Rovasa was so beautiful in the beginning."

Su Ming'an looked outside.

The sun, like a fiery wheel, hung high above the dome of the colorful planet, flowing with soft milky white and iridescent light. Sunlight streamed through the heavy porthole, falling on Su Liujin's pale face, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red from fever, and her eyes, like a pair of amber beads collecting sunlight, shone with an astonishing brightness.

Su Liujin weakly reached out, seemingly trying in vain to grasp a sliver of light shining through the glass. "So... this is what sunlight feels like. In the life support pod... there was only cold, simulated light... so this is what the real sun... feels like..."

This sun, born from Casadea's shocking lie, shines so realistically that it can deceive the vast majority of living beings on earth and even soothe the dreams of a seriously ill boy.

It is beautiful... to the point of being cruel.

"Mm." Su Ming'an nodded.

"It's beautiful."

Beautiful indeed.

This hope, this sunshine, all the possibilities of the future—are built upon the eternal solitude of one person and the collective oblivion of the entire community.

“Su Liujin, I’ve thought of a possibility…” Su Ming’an wiped the dust off Su Liujin’s face, “It’s possible that the price for waking you up isn’t waiting for your body to recover, but rather severely injuring or even killing a key figure.”

"You mean..." Su Liujin looked over slowly in the sunlight.

“The person who lured you into this dream should also have a role on this ark,” Su Ming said, clapping his hands. “Killing him in the dream means harming the dream weaver. The dream weaver’s consciousness will fluctuate violently, and perhaps you can break free from the dream and wake up.”

Do you have someone to guess?

“…” Su Ming’an was silent for a moment, then said softly, “The only person who exists simultaneously in the outside world and in the dream.”

Perlo.

In the outside world, he is a demon by the side of the Lord's orphan; in the dream world, he is Locke, a top-ranked player. Only he exists simultaneously in and out of the dream.

Su Ming'an and Su Lin confirmed that there was a chance this answer was correct.

……

[Our alliance is about to begin a fierce battle.] The words appeared in the mirror:

[Don't catch chickens in the mud, bring Basu Liujin out.]

……

Su Ming'an took out a life-sustaining agent and injected it into Su Liujin's body. Su Liujin's complexion did not improve significantly, but she was still able to move.

Su Ming'an opened his personal computer to search for Perlo's location and found that Perlo had already gone to the Colorful Planet with Hui Bai and the others.

"What are they doing there? Why aren't they staying to stabilize the situation?" Su Liujin asked, puzzled.

“They went to negotiate with Igulaire.” Su Ming’an quickly understood.

“Then we…” Su Liujin glanced at the vast universe outside the porthole, its depths breathtaking. He paused, seemingly deep in thought, then smiled. “Lighthouse Master, it seems we have no choice but to embark on a magnificent cosmic journey. The Great Emperor’s journey will begin in the stars and the sea!”

"Your body..."

“No problem.” Su Liujin blinked and waved her fist. “I’m still in human form right now, probably because I haven’t actually set foot on that planet yet. Once we get there, I’ll become a real Turritopsis dohrnii, so I don’t have to worry about being weak anymore.”

They returned to their room, knowing they wouldn't be coming back. At Su Ming'an's suggestion, Su Liujin packed her few belongings: a souvenir from the World Game Memorial Hall, a photo of Su Ming'an, the sheet music for "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," half a cake that they had packed up, and the fairy tale they had written together about the hero and the man-eating flower.

His luggage was pitifully small, much like his still somewhat pale life.

"Let's go." Su Liujin slung her small bag over her shoulder and pointed to the vast universe. "Sect Leader, let's set off!"

……

the other side.

Hui Bai, Ludwig, Mu Changying, Blake, Ran Bo, Locke, Mao Lian—the first pioneers of mankind descended upon the World Tree.

Ijurer stood silently beneath the World Tree, her pink crystal dress shimmering with light, her eyes reflecting billions of years of solitude, like a dignified goddess.

“Ms. Igulaire, the dust has settled. We, along with all the survivors on the Ark, have become a new race on this land.” Ludwig spoke, his voice gentle and warm.

“We know that it was Casadia’s ‘betrayal’ that thwarted your plans. You have reason to be angry, and we have countless reasons to hate you—for the lives lost in this upheaval, as Ludwig personally, I want revenge, and I want you to pay the price for breaking your oath.”

Ijur's eyes flickered slightly as he picked up the ice crystal longsword.

Mu Changying immediately raised his spear and pointed it at Ijur.

“However,” Ludwig said, “the message that Su Ming… Su Qing sent back tells us that you gave us a chance to turn back, and perhaps you didn’t want a hundred million lives to be lost here. This is not a reason for us to forgive you, but as those who still have a responsibility to the living, as those in power, we must act calmly. We know that hatred is the shortest shortcut to destruction, and it is meaningless to forge the beginning of two groups into a life-or-death hatred. In order for more people to have the opportunity to see the next sunrise, in order to wait for the true savior of future generations, we must resist the temptation of revenge, and we also ask you… to restrain your hostility.”