Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon

The Primordial Gods were summoned to this world.

More accurately, a small part of them. According to Shi Yin, Primordial Gods do not have a fixed form, and what humans see is merely a projection of the other’s self-awareness. Since intelligent life can only sketch what they have seen, the demons and ghosts of legend are nothing more than hybrid variants of everyday sights.

What Chaoyang saw was an obelisk emerging from Franwick’s mouth—he only noticed when he looked closely that the obelisk was not entirely smooth. It contained infinite details, with text, patterns, and many intricate designs. Theoretically, all these elements should disrupt the smooth surface, making it appear scattered and disordered, but in reality, they were perfectly harmonious, as if they themselves were part of the smoothness. This completely illogical scene added another layer to Chaoyang’s understanding of the Primordial Gods.

Then, he felt his heartbeat become firm and resonant, as if aligning with some rhythm.

His throat also began to itch, as if something were about to emerge.

Perhaps, in the next moment, he would become part of the obelisk.

Chaoyang knew he could not delay any longer—although observing the true form of a Primordial God up close was an extraordinarily rare experience, he had not yet forgotten himself to the point of disregarding his own life.

Taking advantage of his ability to still control his mouth, he said toward the green light source, "I am commissioned by Unfathomed to deliver a message to you."

"What is the double shadow,"

"What is the pity for the world?"

"Hatred arises from the heart;"

"The cause and effect cannot be heard."

Of these four lines, only the second had always left him undecided. But after witnessing the scene before him, he finally understood what meant to pity the world. Whether invoking the Mist God through their own lives or willingly sealing the Unfathomed’s Mist God with their bodies, they were desperately trying to fill the void in the world, even if no one would remember them, even if the world linked them with the Heretical Cult.

Initially, he was rather skeptical of Dane’s description of the divinities.

As beings with independent thoughts, having self-interest was only natural. Perhaps they were born from the wishes of humanity at first, but over time, they would inevitably become something contrary to their original purpose.

But now, he was beginning to believe a little.

Even divinities like Kokomoqi, who preferred not to be overly bothered by humans and had a rich taste for personal entertainment, had no plans on using their abilities to interfere with the progress of human society. Not to mention predecessors like the Mist God, who had lived for thousands of years and still committed themselves to the survival of the world.

If that does not qualify as pity for the world, what does?

With this, all four lines of the puzzle had corresponding answers.

"You actually don’t need the answers, do you?"

Chaoyang murmured to himself.

Without a doubt, Unfathomed was trying to change its own history of being sealed for fifteen years. If everyone involved in the affair could not solve the puzzle, wouldn’t that be shooting itself in the foot?

Besides, everyone’s answers could differ, and in the absence of normal communication between the two parties, how should the standard answer be designed?

Therefore, responding was actually superfluous.

The real purpose of Unfathomed, fifteen years later, was just one: to ensure that these four lines were delivered to itself. Whether there were answers was not important, nor did it matter who delivered them; it only mattered that they were delivered "as is."

These four lines were not a puzzle, but a key.

Or rather... they were the "event" compressed by Unfathomed. To ordinary people, it might just be twenty words in four lines, but in Unfathomed’s view, it might represent the entire cause and effect of the event, as well as all the details involved.

The dazzling green light flickered twice, then suddenly softened, no longer stinging to the eyes even if one looked directly at it.

Chaoyang couldn’t be sure, but he had a vague feeling that the Unfathomed from fifteen years ago and the Unfathomed from fifteen years later had unified. It knew everything—it knew how it had been trapped here and why these humans stood before it.

As for Ailuodi’s previous question about "why the Evil God didn’t simply invade the world," he also had a rough guess. The heart used to summon the Unfathomed was clearly tampered with; to use Shi Yin’s words, it was a causality mechanism, and perhaps the ’cause’ that triggered it was the moment the mist was dispelled.

As for the ’effect’... It probably wasn’t anything good for the Unfathomed, as it hastily pulled the expedition team into the City of Defense, not even bothering to pull in the nearby Thistlefort.

At that moment, the surface of the Obelisk once again underwent a change.

After the patterns and lines reorganized, they astonishingly formed two new characters.

Chaoyang looked closely and discovered they were the words "Thank you."

No, thank you was merely the text itself, but he felt as if he received a vast amount of information from it—the assault of consciousness was like being amidst fierce winds and huge waves, making it difficult to maintain his sense of self!

Stop, enough, enough!

Chaoyang struggled with this thought, and the next second, the sea of consciousness became calm. He found himself lying on his back on the ground, the blue sky above his head, with the distinctive fragrance of the earth filling his nostrils.

Earth?

Chaoyang suddenly sat up, surprised to see he had returned to the forest! Ailuodi lay beside him, and not far away were Kokomoqi, Engfelt... He turned his head back and saw that Zhang Zhiyuan and others were sprawling on the ground as well, even the Blooming Excalibur and others were there.

Is this... our return!?

The people had indeed returned... but something was different. Such as the cloudless clear sky, the sun-drenched green fields, the chirping of birds, and the gentle breeze that caressed the face... Scenes one would never see inside the Misty Forest.

Of course, the most different was the surging wishing power! He not only felt all his wishing power had returned but that it was several times more than before! After switching to the Lingxi vision, Chaoyang saw a white light soaring like a towering pillar, more astonishing than the light pillars from the City of Defense and Magnificent Castle combined! And the source of this light, was the seaside City of Defense!

"Ha... Hahaha... So that’s what happened!" Chaoyang belatedly broke into a smile, "It seems that not only humans, divinities, too, are learning and progressing..."

"Uh..." At that moment, Ailuodi groaned, "Chaoyang?"

"I’m here." Chaoyang moved over, helping her to sit up, "How do you feel?"

"A little dizzy, as if I just passed through a fierce storm..." Suddenly her eyebrows raised, "Right, what about the Evil God!? How did we end up in the forest?"

"It’s over, the Unfathomed did not choose to descend to this world."

"Did not choose to descend?" Ailuodi mulled over these words, quickly sensing something was amiss, "Isn’t that something that happened fifteen years ago? Can history that has already occurred be taken back?"

"Although this might give rise to many contradictions, history seems to have indeed changed." Chaoyang helped her up and pointed towards the City of Defense, "Look..."

Ailuodi squinted, not quite adjusted to the sunlight pouring down from above. However, when she looked towards the silhouette of the City of Defense, her eyes gradually widened!

Buildings that one would usually need to fly up to see could now be seen standing on the ground—even though only a corner was visible, they signified that the City of Defense was vastly different from before. Because several three to four-story buildings had replaced the previous single-story houses, they were still neatly arranged, extending towards the sea, and many balconies of these houses had clothes hanging out to dry, with numerous colorful flags fluttering on the rooftops.

No matter from which perspective one judged, this could not possibly be a city that had been abandoned for fifteen years!

The city was now brimming with vitality!