Life Game In Other World-Chapter 1706 - 1705: The Gods’ Arrangements

He Ao withdrew his gaze, his body continued to ascend into the void, and the subtitles in his field of view quickly dimmed.

To uncover the ancient wizard’s clues, the Sound of the Star Sea in his hand might be the key.

After all, this item is related to the ancient wizard’s abode.

According to the system’s description, the entire ’Star River’ where the ancient wizard resided had vanished into thin air, leaving only the purple mist around.

This purple mist, it’s obvious, is related to the Witch of Desire.

From the narrative, either the disappearance of that Star River was due to the Witch of Desire or it was just an illusion of those young wizards exploring it.

After all, a prosperous Star River at the edge of the universe sounds like an international metropolis deep in a desert, like a mirage.

But regardless, the ’Sound of the Star Sea’ left from that Star River is certain.

Furthermore, this item itself is quite mysterious.

In its background story, the only Divine Being directly involved is ’Truth’, with the borderline mention being the ’Witch of Desire’ of purple mist.

But if there wasn’t a fusion material related to the Witch of Desire, He Ao couldn’t be certain it was related to her.

After all, the background story seems to imply it’s unrelated to any Divine Being.

But once you look at the notes, oh heavens, there are eight notes in total.

First note, the song of the stars.

The Sound of the Star Sea, its song can turn any life into a beauty, some kind of song of feminization.

No need to look further, it’s clearly the power of the Witch of Desire.

Second note, keyword ’Starry sky’, Lord of the Starry Sky.

Third note, keyword ’Mysterious’, Mysterious Shadow.

Alright, these three are the guest fusion materials.

Fourth note, keyword ’Truth’, that’s a good friend.

He Ao is not surprised at the appearance of a good friend, they appear in the background story of anything amazing.

And usually as a key character.

They seem to show up in stories with ’villain’ written all over their faces.

Of course, they truly are fierce, but fierceness aside, loyalty is genuine.

The more friends you know, the more you can sense their loyalty.

However, this thing probably indeed has the handiwork of a good friend.

After all, the most crucial clue, the road to the end of the universe, was pointed out by a good friend.

Before this, the wizards didn’t even know what to search for.

A good friend directly skipped these wizards past the why and what, straight to how to do it.

Almost feeding the spoon to their lips, this was somewhat overly intentional.

In the matter of Martial Arts Origin, a good friend must have made some arrangements.

Fifth note, the world’s ’gift’, sounds a bit strange, like a reminder pertaining to the abilities of the Sound of the Star Sea, possibly related to Martial Arts.

Sixth note, starlight shining, this seems to refer to the Lord of the Starry Sky, or perhaps some other thing, or the dangers of the Sound of the Star Sea itself?

Or maybe ’Starry Sky’?

Previous items mentioned more than once that the Starry Sky is the ’Divine Being’s dwelling’.

If that’s true, it’s like poking into a friend’s den. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Seventh note, history and fate, this should hint at the history and fate wrapped around the ’Martial Arts Origin’ of the Sound of the Star Sea.

Eighth note, gazing at the stars, this is also about stars, possibly related to the sixth note.

The Divine Beings involved in these notes of the Sound of the Star Sea don’t seem as numerous as those in the Historical Contract, but the depth of their entanglement is likely greater.

These entanglements, such as the Mysterious Shadow, Lord of the Starry Sky, don’t appear in the background story, yet their power shows up in the ’Sound of the Star Sea’.

Oftentimes, the system’s background story feels like a ’detached’ perspective, like opening a public history book and copying down relevant information.

Yet, many hidden pieces of information are not recorded in ’public history’.

Take the last Historical Contract, whether the wizards ever found the Permanent Book, or what became of it, isn’t in the background story.

The same goes for this Sound of the Star Sea; it only says that the wizards went to the end of the universe, but what they actually saw there isn’t in the background story either.

What the ancient wizard did, how the Martial Arts power was reinitiated, also isn’t in the background story.

Very high positional grade, or unknown histories and information, won’t appear in the system’s background story.

However, the note reminders seem to follow a different route, focusing on item analysis, cutting deeper, reaching many more hidden forces.

If there are notes, but not in the background story, it means some entities have hidden their presence or erased traces of their actions.

For instance, the Mysterious Shadow, a crafty old fox, is known for doing such things; everyone thinks this is unrelated to him, then suddenly he emerges at a critical moment, often causing great trouble.

Moreover, that ancient wizard, powerful enough to wander the entire universe, makes He Ao feel that ordinary angels couldn’t achieve that, even at his current level, he can feel some terrible danger existing in the deep space of the universe.

That ancient wizard is either an overpowered Super Angel or a Usurper God.

And such a powerful ancient one disappearing silently, it’s hard to say if some insidious Divine Being has a hand in it.

Of course, excluding these hidden high-grade elements, the Sound of the Star Sea indeed is a powerful extraordinary item.

And unlike the concept of historical manipulation and mystery, its might almost seems purely numerical in nature.

Apart from a few abilities, it’s mostly world blessings, blessings of the stars.

However, this seems to align quite well with the Martial Arts style, purely numerical.

Naturally, the position of this thing is probably not low, and, given the system’s nature, there’s a high probability there are many hidden profound abilities that haven’t been revealed, waiting for He Ao to ’explore’.

Just that in the course of exploration, there might be some life-threatening experiences.

However, to bring it up again, since the Sound of the Star Sea is related to Martial Arts Origin, could there truly be clues within regarding the next step of Martial Arts?

It stands to reason, if the Talent Sequences can promote to the level of a Usurper God, shouldn’t Martial Arts as well?

Or does Martial Arts reach its limit at the Angel level?

Beyond that, is it impossible?

Yet, the system separates Martial Arts and Talent Sequences into their own categories?

There ought to be a way to continue advancing, these should be forces of the same tier.

Given that a Martial Arts Angel can harmonize the forces of two Angel Tier Talent Sequences, it might not be able to harmonize a God-Overstepping Level Talent Sequence.

If Martial Arts can’t advance, then He Ao’s promotion in the Talent Sequences might be somewhat troublesome.

In his contemplation, He Ao suddenly sensed an invisible, tremendous gravitational pull around him.

What the hell is going on?

He looked up, glancing to his side, and vaguely felt that the operation of that blue planet seemed to show an almost imperceptible, faint delay.

And behind that blue planet, a shining star was casting its light over the blue planet, illuminating him.

It was the once obscured sun.

The green gemstone in his hand was now shining with dazzling brilliance under that light.

A terrifying suction was rapidly increasing at a twisted exponential rate.

No, what?!

He Ao immediately covered the gemstone with his hand to block the sunlight.

The dazzling brilliance suddenly faded, and the terrifying suction quickly disappeared.

He Ao’s body plummeted towards the earth in an instant.

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Tia Empire·West Coast

"Emergency notification, a hurricane is approaching, please tourists leave the seaside immediately and take shelter in nearby safe buildings."

"Emergency notification, a hurricane is approaching, please tourists leave the seaside immediately and take shelter in nearby safe buildings."

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Amidst the urgent broadcasts, people playing by the coast raised their heads in bewilderment, looking towards the sky.

In that firmament, thick and dark clouds had unknowingly filled the sky, casting a massive shadow over the azure seas, swiftly spreading towards the coast.

And within the depths of those dark clouds, at the place where the sea met the sky, waves of wind were lifting the sea’s water into the sky, forming towering water columns, swaying and rushing towards the land.

The people on the coast watched this scene, their bewilderment slowly turning into terror.

Panicking, they scrambled to their feet from the sand, rolling off beach chairs, stepping on the soft sand, like disturbed ants, swarming towards the buildings by the shore.

However, some people, upon seeing this scene, instead of retreating, went forward, taking out cameras, excitedly rushing against the crowd towards the sea, towards the dark clouds, quickly setting up cameras to capture the scene beneath the sky.

The shadow obscuring the light spread from the sea to engulf the beach, covering the running people, the photographers with cameras, gradually concealing the deeper parts of the land.

The fierce wind whipped up the palm trees by the sea, causing the sturdy trunks and leaves to shake violently.

Even the photographers braving the gale began to put down their cameras and quickly retreated.

Only one or two thinly clad figures remained, resisting the fierce wind, carrying cameras, approaching the massive storm linking heaven and earth.

The surging water was drawn up into the sky by a tornado, forming pillars supporting the sky between heaven and earth.

The photographers frantically pressed their shutters, capturing this apocalyptic scene.

An open-topped off-road vehicle braved the fierce wind and quickly drove towards them, the driver kicking open the door, shouting for the photographer to get in.

The raging shadow covered the earth, the howling wind burying the voices of people.

The winds were too fast, massive waves seemed to appear instantly on the ocean, towering waves as high as several tens of meters, like the giant hand of a divine being, linking heaven and earth, crashing downward.

Photographers at the forefront paused when they saw this sight, their bodies retreating, pulled into the off-road vehicle by the driver behind them.

But at that moment, an even larger shadow covered the beach and land, covering everyone’s bodies.

It was an even more magnificent wave, diminishing the previously gigantic wave before it to a mere ripple, small and insignificant.

The photographer looked on in fear at all of this, yet still raised his camera, aimed at the darkened sky and the rolling waves, and pressed the shutter.

Lowering his head, he looked at the photo displayed on the camera.

His gaze collected on the top of the photograph, seemingly seeing a faint, almost imperceptible speck of light above the wave.

He wiped the screen with his hand, but the speck of light didn’t disappear; it seemed to be a speck in the photograph.

Pelting rain poured from the sky, quickly soaking the photographer’s clothes.

As the off-road vehicle accelerated away, the photographer took one look at the clean lens, raised the camera again, and aimed it at the sky.

This time, he once more saw that light speck, already piercing through the firmament, like a meteor slashing through the sky, descending rapidly.

The photographer quickly zoomed in on the speck of light.

He saw the rapidly dissipating flames surrounding that speck of light.

Was it a meteor?

Meteor traversing the atmosphere, clashing with air currents ahead at high speed, compressing air, friction releasing heat, causing the glow?

The filmmaker quickly locked onto that black dot, heavily zooming in on the shape amidst the downpour of rain.

And as the scene in the viewfinder became increasingly clear, the filmmaker’s eyes widened further.

"Slow down! Slow down!" He gripped the camera steadfastly, shouting loudly, "Stop! Stop now!"

"What the hell are you saying?" The driver gave him an irate glance, yelling amidst the fierce wind and downpour, "Did you see God? You want to stop now? Look at the waves behind us. If we stop now, we’re definitely going to meet God for real!"

The roaring wind drowned his words, the photographer beside him couldn’t hear what he said.

But the photographer seemed to have heard the word ’God’ clearly.

He shouted loudly, "I really saw God!"

Upon hearing this, the driver was momentarily stunned, gazing at the filmmaker in perplexity.

Then he turned back, looking towards the direction indicated by the filmmaker’s camera.

In his field of view, there were only torrential raindrops, blurry and indistinct.

"Crazy!" he cursed and continued accelerating away.

But the filmmaker no longer had the energy to speak; he only kept adjusting his position, ensuring the light point remained within his viewfinder.

At this moment, the flames surrounding that speck of light had dwindled significantly, and the photographer finally saw the ’core’ wrapped in flames clearly.

It wasn’t a meteor; it was a person, a human figure.

That figure sped through the overcast sky, cutting through the hurricane, braving the torrential rain, descending faster than a meteor.

The compressed airflow swirled around him, instantly transforming the pervasive droplets into a surging mist, nearing the ground.

Then at that moment, the photographer lost track of the silhouette.

He quickly zoomed out, amidst the savage storm, once again locating the silhouette.

In that narrow viewfinder, the silhouette finally descended to earth, landing on a protruding rock by the coast.

The violent wind and rain swept past him from the sides, not touching that silhouette a bit.

Then, the photographer saw that silhouette raise its hand, halting the hurricane and waves as if a pause button had been pressed.

In the next moment, the silhouette abruptly turned its head, its gaze looking back.

That gaze seemed to pierce through the viewfinder, seeing the photographer behind it.