pertwk Chapter 2008: The Strengthening of the "Chronicles of Time," the Growth and Rebirth of the
Chapter 2008: The Strengthening of the "Chronicles of Time," the Growth and Rebirth of the
Chapter 2008: The Strengthening of the "Chronicles of Time," the Growth and Rebirth of the "World Will"
Bai Xuan's strength was greatly enhanced as a result.
This improvement far exceeds the growth that a simple enhancement of strength could bring.
Even with the guaranteed success of the "unlimited enhancement attempts" in the chat group, if it were only used to enhance his personal "authority" and "status," it would probably be impossible to directly elevate him from the level of a single universe to such a level that is close to the multiverse.
Bai Xuan's right hand was clenched, and an ancient, thick book, exuding a faint aura of time, appeared out of thin air in his palm.
It was obtained from the world of "Jackie Chan Adventures" and then strengthened several times. Because it was bound to him, it became a magical artifact that records the history of the world and can be called the "Book of the World" in some ways—the Book of Time.
But unlike before, this scroll, which originally reflected all the history of the past, present and future of the main universe, now seems to have endless information flowing and being recorded within it, even though it is filled with radiant light.
However, upon closer inspection, one will find that the originally clear and coherent historical panorama of the main universe on the pages has now become somewhat "crowded" and "overlapping".
Countless subtle "tributary scenes," seemingly dissimilar to the main historical narrative, surged forth like a tide, attempting to encroach upon the originally singular and clear page.
These "tributary scenes" represent the independent histories, events, and possibilities of countless newly emerging parallel worlds.
Clearly, the moment the “prototype of the multiverse” was born, the “history book of time” was already overburdened!
Its essential hierarchy determines that it is best suited for recording the history of a universe and a clear timeline.
When history transforms from "a long river" into "a vast network of waterways consisting of countless tributaries, streams, and even lakes," its originally clear "pages" and "writing logic" become inadequate, unable to effectively carry, distinguish, and clearly present this infinitely complex flow of historical information.
It continues to try to record, but the results are bound to be chaotic, overlapping, and difficult to interpret.
"As expected, I'm out of touch with the times."
Bai Xuan looked at the "History of Time" in his hand, its light slightly disordered and its pages trembling slightly, without any surprise in his eyes. He did not try to forcefully use his own power to "stabilize" or "correct" the current predicament of the History of Time, because there was no need to.
Since it cannot be supported now, all we need to do is let it evolve.
Bai Xuan spread his five fingers on his right hand and gently covered the cover of the Book of Time. In his palm, the primordial power that originated from the nascent multiverse, encompassing all things and governing everything, transformed into a soft light and slowly poured into the Book of Time.
"Record history, witness change, carry on civilization, and inscribe possibilities."
"The world has changed, and you should change with it."
As Bai Xuan spoke, the "History of Time" suddenly burst forth with unprecedented brilliance.
That radiance was not a single color, but a magnificent hue woven from the historical light and shadow, sparks of civilization, and threads of possibility of countless parallel worlds, which could not be described in words.
The book's form began to change dramatically. The simple cover became like the deepest cosmic background, with countless starlight points flickering on and off, each starlight seemingly corresponding to a parallel world.
The pages are no longer just physical paper, but have transformed into a series of seemingly real yet illusory "conceptual existences" composed of pure information and the flow of time.
Following this, under the guidance of Bai Xuan's will, this "history book of time," which had already begun to "ascend dimensions" and undergo a fundamental transformation, experienced even more astonishing changes.
"Disperse."
Bai Xuan uttered a single word, carrying an unquestionable will.
In an instant, this transformed and radiant history book of time, like an exploding star, turned into endless, tiny specks of light, each containing the complete concepts of "recording" and "observation."
These points of light did not scatter randomly, but followed some mysterious rules, following the invisible connection between Bai Xuan and the entire multiverse prototype, crossing the barriers of space, ignoring the barriers between parallel worlds, and evenly sprinkling them into those newly born parallel universes!
Every new or evolving parallel world, no matter how peculiar its rules, no matter where its history leads, no matter if it contains technology, magic, cultivation, or any other extraordinary system, welcomes such a "spot of light".
The light entered the "root" of the world, quickly stabilized, and reformed into the phantom of a book, merging into the "recording module" of the world's underlying rules.
They became "volumes" of the "history of time" in their respective parallel worlds.
Each "volume" will faithfully record all the history, events, and possibilities unfolding in its parallel world, forming a real-time, synchronously updated "historical information network" covering the entire prototype of the multiverse.
Thus, the "History of Time" will naturally expand with the expansion of the multiverse, and automatically generate new "volumes" with the birth of new parallel worlds, truly achieving synchronous growth with the prototype of the multiverse, and no longer worrying about the upper limit of its capacity.
Having accomplished all this, the physical "Book of Time" in Bai Xuan's hand had disappeared, replaced by a profound light and shadow in the depths of his eyes, as if containing the endless river of world history flowing quietly.
He could clearly see the vast information network, composed of volumes of history books spanning countless parallel worlds, which, like his newly formed nerve endings, transmitted the "history" and "civilization" of the entire multiverse's nascent form to his perception in real time.
At the same time, the previously empty space around him suddenly began to glow with a faint light that was difficult to describe in terms of color.
This light carries a sense of intimacy, joy, and gratitude, like the warm winter sun, or the gaze of a mother looking at her child—pure and warm.
The light slowly converged, eventually forming a ball of light about the size of a fist.
It has no fixed form; sometimes it transforms into the illusory images of stars, mountains, living beings, and even the rise and fall of civilizations in a soft halo, and sometimes it is just a ball of the purest and warmest light.
It is the "world will" of this nascent multiverse in which Bai Xuan resides.
The ball of light circled Bai Xuan affectionately, with a hint of dependence, slowly rotating like a child clinging to its parents, and waves of direct mental energy were transmitted to Bai Xuan's heart:
It was a pure joy, like that of a newborn baby, celebrating its own "growth" and "rebirth";
It was the boundless gratitude of a believer facing a god, thanking Bai Xuan for his arrival, for joining that mysterious "chat group," and for bringing back gifts from the heavens time and time again, ultimately bringing about this almost impossible natural miracle.
It was a sense of relief, as if one had overcome one desperate situation after another. It conveyed that if it were not for Bai Xuan's existence, relying solely on the world's own slow, almost stagnant, natural evolution, it might never have been able to touch the threshold of the "multiverse" until the universe's heat death and the end of all things.
Not to mention that in such a short period of time, it has formed this vibrant and infinitely potential prototype.
Ultimately, all the thoughts converged into an incredibly clear question, tinged with a touch of naive curiosity and a sense of generosity:
Want to enhance your little world?
And what about the World Tree?
The world's will "remembers" everything that Bai Xuan possesses.
That "small world," which was based on the main universe Earth and was managed by Bai Xuan with his own power and the "Natural Authority," has now become a world of its own, full of life and inhabited by countless Pokémon.
And the "World Tree Celestial Body" that was obtained during the Asgard mission, planted in the small world by Bai Xuan, and whose roots now penetrate the small world and whose branches and leaves vaguely connect the inside and outside.
Today, as the world itself has evolved into a nascent multiverse, its fundamental power is boundless, and its rules and authority are unprecedentedly open.
As the greatest contributor to all of this, the "Lord of the World," deeply bound to the origin of the world, could easily mobilize the vast origin of the newly formed multiverse to give Bai Xuan's small world and the World Tree celestial body a transformative strengthening if he so desired.
Expanding its area to the level of a parallel world or endowing it with some characteristics of the multiverse would not be difficult.
But faced with the world's will's generous, even somewhat impatient, proposal, Bai Xuan simply smiled and reached out to gently stroke the warm ball of light.
The ball of light seemed to tremble slightly, then became even brighter, nuzzling affectionately against his palm, conveying feelings of attachment and joy.
"For now, this is enough."
Bai Xuan shook his head and said calmly.
"Improving the small world isn't that urgent for me."
"The whole world is mine, and the potential and resources of the entire multiverse can be used by me in a sense."
"No matter how vast the small world is, it is still just a corner of this infinite territory."
"For me, its existence is more about 'home,' 'a place to call home,' and 'a place to live with those little guys,' rather than simply about power or territory."
"If it really needs to expand or change, it's just a matter of a single thought from me."
"Now its size, its ecosystem, and the number of Pokémon living there have all reached a balance that I am very satisfied with."
"It's too big, which makes it lose that sense of intimacy."
The same applies to the World Tree.
As Bai Xuan spoke, he looked at the ball of light beside him again.
"Moreover, you have just completed your leap and are still in the stabilization period. The infinite parallel worlds have only just been born and need your attention and coordination."
"There's no need to rush to disperse resources to strengthen these non-urgent areas."
"The most important thing is to first strengthen ourselves, lay a solid foundation for this multiverse, and let countless possibilities unfold naturally."
The sphere of light, formed from the will of the world, listened quietly, its light flickering slightly, as if trying to understand Bai Xuan's words.
A moment later, the sphere of light conveyed a sense of understanding and then slowly dissipated.
Bai Xuan stood alone in the silent depths of the universe, feeling the warm care from the entire world gradually fade away, transforming into an omnipresent support like a background element.
A gentle smile played on his lips, but his gaze was fixed on the Earth. He then took a step and vanished from the spot.
Earth, Gaul, Provence region, a city called "Arles".
The situation in Gaul has stabilized.
Thanks to the relatively strong national power before the spiritual energy revival, even though no geniuses of the first rank were born after the revival, they were still able to contend with mutated creatures of the "first rank" level with their own strength.
However, it is difficult to guarantee the safety of all cities.
But after the resurgence of spiritual energy, how many countries can guarantee the safety of all their cities?
Rural areas, mountainous regions, forested areas, and some small and medium-sized towns with relatively weak defenses or that have been hit by particularly powerful mutated creatures are simply unable to withstand the beast tide.
Arles, a small town known for its ancient Roman ruins and sunflower fields, is now facing such a predicament.
Outside the city, the original farmland and vineyards have been completely destroyed by rampaging mutated creatures.
The makeshift concrete roadblocks, barbed wire, and anti-tank barriers formed several rudimentary defensive lines, but many parts were already damaged.
Soldiers in mixed uniforms fought back fiercely, relying on fortifications and remaining buildings.
Gunfire, explosions, the roars of mutated creatures, and the screams and cries of humans mingled together, filling the air with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
The defensive line is constantly retreating under pressure, and the situation is becoming increasingly precarious.
But just as the defensive line was about to be breached by a beast tide led by several "mutant rhinoceros" variants, a dazzling pure white light shot into the sky from somewhere inside the city, swept across the battlefield at an astonishing speed, and fell into the most critical gap in the defensive line!
The light faded, revealing the figure of a young girl.
A slender yet upright figure was encased in silver-white and light blue armor, and long golden hair was tied into a neat single ponytail at the back of her head, fluttering in the wind.
In the name of the Lord!
A clear and resolute female voice rang out.
Amidst solemn chanting, a semi-transparent barrier of light instantly expanded, enveloping the precarious breach in the defensive line and the soldiers and civilians behind it.
The warm, holy light emanating from the barrier made the mutated creatures that rushed into it feel as if they were stuck in a quagmire, their movements slowed down, white smoke rising from their bodies, and they howled in pain.
The wounded defenders felt their fatigue vanish, their wounds healed with a tingling sensation, and courage returned to their hearts.
"It's the Holy Maiden! The Holy Maiden has arrived!"
"Hold on! The barrier has held!"
"For Gaul! Follow the Saintess, fight back!"
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Deafening cheers and roars erupted from all parts of the defensive line.
The morale, which was on the verge of collapse, was instantly reversed. The soldiers roared and stood up from behind their cover, their weapons spitting out even hotter flames.
The superhumans followed closely behind Joan of Arc, launching a counter-offensive.
The battle did not last long.
With Joan of Arc's support, this sizable beast tide was successfully repelled, leaving behind a large number of mutated creature corpses.
Arles has been held for now.
As the smoke cleared, Joan of Arc stood on the damaged fortifications, the flag in her hand turning into specks of light and disappearing.
Her eyes swept across the battlefield, watching the exhausted soldiers, whose eyes had been rekindled with hope, begin to treat the wounded, clear the battlefield, and reinforce the fortifications. She sighed softly.