51: Chapter 48 The Coming of the Saint Heir 51: Chapter 48 The Coming of the Saint Heir The god statue lost control of the spatial channel; it tried to retake it, driving the tentacles away, but it was helpless against the massive assault of the Four Elements.
Here, the tentacles pillaged wildly; there, the Fire Element led the charge.
From an observer’s perspective, neither side was passive or, rather, this was a mutual rush towards each other.
God statue, “An outsider turns out to be myself!”
The Elemental Radiant Spots of the Four Elements, enormous beyond description, streamed through the spatial channel non-stop.
The sheer volume caused a qualitative change, and the impact force was terrifying.
If this were to be likened to a flood discharge, the god statue initially still had control of the floodgates of the spatial channel; Wayne could get as much as the god statue was willing to bestow.
Now, the floodgate had been utterly demolished.
Until Wayne’s life essence transformation was satisfied, this discharge would not stop.
In the basics of magic education, earth, fire, water, and wind correspond to a person’s Essence of Life and are prerequisites for igniting the hexagram to become a mage.
If the vast and lofty world were viewed as a living being; then earth, fire, water, and wind would be the cornerstones of the universe.
They create the world, stabilize space, and are the foundation of all things, the critical core of the universe’s life, death, abundance, and decay.
The god statue did not want to lose its Elemental Space.
From the initial shock and elation at seeing Wayne, to the current anger and madness, it howled vows to tear Wayne to pieces and take back everything that belonged to it.
Wayne didn’t hear it, and probably wouldn’t care even if he did.
Why are you yelling so loudly?
Go find The Book of Greed!
Wayne and The Book of Greed became one, freely releasing his desires.
As his desires were satisfied, no matter what dangers and horrors lay ahead, he would not stop plundering.
The Elemental Space stored too much of the Four Elements; having abundance ensures satisfaction.
Wayne’s progress bar for the Essence of Life slowly rose, and he broke the initial uncertainty, going from 0% to 1%.
The four corners of The Book of Greed’s cover, colored in earthen yellow, golden-red, deep blue, and emerald green, had four slightly larger eyeballs that gradually lost their grey-white sheen; The Book of Greed advanced further in awakening.
Wayne should thank the Void Lord; The Book of Greed brought his Essence of Life to an incredibly exaggerated degree.
Even if he had thousands of tentacles, even if he meditated desperately day and night, it would have taken him ten or eight years to satisfy his Essence of Life.
But now, two or three months would suffice.
Rounded up, Wayne saved himself thirty years of struggle!
Wayne, “Void Lord, I don’t want to strive anymore.”
So, regardless of whether the Void Lord had ulterior motives, the benefits were tangible.
For such a favor, Wayne giving thanks wouldn’t be too much.
The enhancement of his Essence of Life brought a surge in magic power and was accompanied by a growth in thought.
He felt powerful throughout his body, and the sudden strength made him heedless of all else, convinced he was invincible.
He felt so elated he thought he could knock down Isabella or Hefei with a single punch.
Wayne knew this was an illusion, yet he was still ecstatic.
He held on tightly to the god statue, refusing to let go, ensuring the Divine Artifact would not be lost or stolen.
He decided to keep it close for safekeeping.
The sound of rushing water!
Wayne’s chest writhed, and a black vertical split opened up.
A pale and wrinkled tentacle emerged, coiling around the god statue and dragging it into the black fissure.
The split closed, leaving his chest looking no different from an ordinary person’s, save for an eyeball-shaped suntan.
At first glance, his black suit looked quite stylish.
The will within the god statue didn’t know what Wayne had done.
It couldn’t see and only knew that the light was moving away, leaving only darkness.
It was an abyss with no bottom, no space, no time, not even the most basic material Four Elements.
The abyss thirsted for all things, no matter what they were—material or energy—they were all indiscriminately welcome to fill it up.
The god statue grew a little frantic, not knowing what exactly Wayne amounted to, but it was certain of one thing: Wayne’s indulgence in his desires—mad, obsessive, reckless—was destined to lead to self-destruction.
To save the Elemental Space, the god statue decided to fulfill Wayne’s wish.
Since you, young man, seek death and do not understand restraint, it would grant him the knowledge coveted by all mages.
“Hehehe, young man, accept these pieces of knowledge with gratitude!”
“This is the power you crave, the very essence of the universe…”
“Take it, as you gradually come to know everything, you will understand what magic is, what a god is, and what the true face of all things looks like!”
“You do not need to fear madness, for only through madness can one comprehend everything!”
Golden light shone immensely, and the statue bloomed with boundless radiance, just like sunlight, spreading in the form of wave-particle duality.
This knowledge encompassed everything a legendary mage learned in his lifetime, along with the truths from the Star Realm Space.
It surged into Wayne, its destructive power comparable to the Gate of Truth opening to an ordinary person.
Anyone can acquire knowledge, but whether they can withstand it or not is not within the Gate of Truth’s consideration.
Wayne, as an apprentice mage, hadn’t even lit the initial hexagram; he was no different from an ordinary person.
He wasn’t expected to withstand it!
The Book of Greed trembled, stretching out tentacles excitedly, plundering all the light into itself.
The Book of Greed came to life.
On its cover, dense veins bulged out, countless eyeballs quivered, yearning to open.
The sun, moonlight, and nature, three eyeballs began to properly awaken.
With nature as the foremost, eyelids slowly opened, as the gray-white eyeballs could now rotate.
The Great Eyeball in the center looked around, gazing at nature and death, calling for the moonlight and the sun to awaken quickly.
And as the eyeballs in the corners of the cover—earth, fire, water, wind—gradually brightened, the scene Wayne anticipated came to fruition.
He had found the correct way to use the book.
The Great Eyeball at the center is the core of The Book of Greed, which is Wayne himself.
The countless small eyeballs on the cover represent the complex truths of the universe.
The more he understood, the more he learned, the brighter these eyeballs became.
Also, Wayne could use these truths.
He wouldn’t fall into madness from knowing too much, nor did he need to worry about becoming a puppet to desire, for The Book of Greed represents the greatest madness and desire of the world.
As long as I am mad enough, I won’t go mad!
The statue fell silent, wanting to curse.
It had never seen such madness.
At that moment, it fully recognized that Wayne was special, different from others.
Some people are born destined to reach the unreachable peaks.
It envied, it was jealous, and it harbored hatred as well as longing towards Wayne.
The Earth Core Cult headquarters.
Banners unfurled, streamers flew, and the followers spontaneously released white pigeons representing peace and beauty, propelling the meeting’s atmosphere to a climax.
The true climax stemmed from Archbishop Ivan’s speech.
The bald elder finished dancing and singing with the followers and stepped up to the podium with a smile, passionately raising his fist in the air.
“The Earth Core Cult is a pragmatic sect.
We do not encourage wars of faith, have no interest in wars, and do not wish to have conflicts with any other sect.”
“We only care about whether everyone is well-fed and clothed, can provide for their children, and can ensure the healthy development of their children’s bodies and minds.”
“Our Lord Void once bestowed a Divine Decree, stating the Earth Core Cult shall pursue peace throughout its existence; every follower does so, following the guidance of the Lord of the Void.
We will not spout grandiose nonsense but will truly serve everyone.”
“I, Archbishop Ivan, today solemnly promise on behalf of the Earth Core Cult to all the followers and townspeople present, you are all my family.
As long as the Earth Core Cult exists in Enrold Town for even one day, my family will not starve, and everyone will have more than enough eggs.”
Ivan swung his fist, followers and townspeople waved their hands, the mayor led the clapping, and everyone got what they wanted, envisioning a brighter future.
Shouts of “Long live the Archbishop” filled the air above the gathering.
Ivan humbly pressed his hands down, content with long life for himself, for only the Void Lord deserved eternity.
At that moment, Ivan heard his Lord’s call in his ear:
“My servant, the Saint Heir has arrived.
He is confused about his life and has strayed.
Bring him to me immediately, without delay, and at any cost.
I will personally show him the way forward.”
Ivan activated his red-sighted vision and saw a red beam of light landing outside the town—the location of the statue, the place where the Saint Heir was.