Chapter 58 The Fall of the Moon
The Silvermoon Federation's war effort was hopeless; its former hopes and strength had turned to endless ashes. Faced with the surging Black Goats, even its most powerful weapon—the Twilight Moon Void Ship—began to lose its effectiveness. The Silvermoon Federation's warriors had even given up resistance; many had lost the glimmer of hope in their eyes, replaced by a deep weariness and despair that permeated everything.
However, just as everyone was almost plunged into infinite darkness, the altar of the Moon Spirit Cathedral suddenly stirred. The originally ethereal moonlight became even more dazzling, and the bright silver moon seemed to be awakened by some mysterious force, beginning to tremble in the sky with an almost awe-inspiring pressure.
The voices of the two goddesses resounded across the entire battlefield simultaneously, deep and sacred, as if coming from the distant heavens or bursting forth from the depths of the soul: "We will come in person."
The warriors of the Silvermoon Federation were so surprised by this scene that they could hardly believe their eyes. Everyone was stunned, never expecting that the goddess had such a trick up her sleeve.
"Moon Wheel Craftsman, obey my command! Activate the magic array and war fortress with all your might! Pull the moon down and bring it down to aid our personal descent!" Tilia's voice echoed throughout the Federation, filled with boundless majesty and divine power, yet also carrying a hint of urgent urgency.
Exa's voice followed, deep and cold: "We will pilot the moon to the surface, and we will personally lead the battle to destroy all enemy forces."
Under their command, all the Moon Wheel Craftsmen of the Silver Moon Federation immediately began to fully activate all the energy of the complex arrays and powerful war fortresses buried in various places, and the power of the arrays suddenly erupted.
The head of the Moon Wheel Craftsmen, the wise old Silvio, stood at the center of the massive array, his figure intertwined with the surrounding metal machinery and rune arrays to create an ancient and solemn scene. His face was aged, his forehead covered with deep wrinkles, but his eyes shone with wisdom and determination.
Within the base, the core of the equipment gradually began to operate, a deep rumble emanating from underground. Silvio's fingers rapidly manipulated the virtual control panel before him, issuing commands one by one. Each massive mechanical device began to rotate under his command, the roar and the screech of metal intertwining into a strange symphony. The enormous energy flows converged instantly, like condensed lightning, swiftly traversing the indicated paths to every node of the magic array.
In that instant, the sky of the entire Silver Moon Federation seemed to be torn apart. The moon's radiance connected with the continuous pillars of light on the Silver Moon battlefield, instantly spreading out huge, awe-inspiring bands of light. The radiance was dazzling, like shattered stars piercing through the darkness.
Moonlight streamed down like a waterfall, illuminating the moon. Soldiers both inside and outside the battleground stared wide-eyed, feeling an unprecedented surge of confidence coursing through their bodies. Everyone knew that this decisive battle had finally taken a true turn for the better.
However, just as the warriors of the Silvermoon Federation were preparing to cheer for their impending victory, an inconspicuous figure outside quietly turned around, turned his back to the battlefield, and walked into the distance.
Li Tianhe seemed to ignore the situation before him. He sighed, rode his donkey backwards, and slowly walked towards his father's Star Fortress in the distance. The donkey seemed to have a strong prejudice against him, snorting, shaking its head, and even stretching its head to graze on the side.
He muttered discontentedly, "We're definitely going to lose this time. We need to get some cash."
Three hours later, Li Tianhe stumbled away from the battlefield on the back of a donkey, his face slightly somber and his brows furrowed.
He muttered to himself, his voice unhurried and seemingly unrelated to this ever-changing world: "What a pity. I originally wanted to sever the three corpses of greed, anger, and ignorance to become an immortal. The treacherous corridor was ignorance, the two moon goddesses who were contaminated by the information emanating from the eternal starlight were greed, and add anger to the mix. Wouldn't that be perfect?"
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "It's just a pity that I can't find this 'Chen' no matter what I do. Those two goddesses are nothing more than degraded forms created by the information and knowledge that the Starfire Eternal Brightness has dissipated, making it difficult for them to even maintain their existence as high-dimensional beings."
"The so-called moon is nothing more than a reflection of the sun's brilliance."
He paused, looking down at the exquisite twelve-winged butterfly pocket watch in his hand, a hint of weariness in his eyes, yet mixed with indifference towards his past state of mind: "And this bizarre corridor is too powerful. Two strong higher-dimensional forces from the positive and negative ouroboros are tightly intertwined, creating an effect far greater than the sum of its parts. If I could have another higher-dimensional force as 'anger,' even the weakest power, I'm confident I could break this cycle. Unfortunately... I can't have it."
His tone turned cold, and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, as if expressing a subtle disgust: "That idiot Bai Zhe doesn't even know that the higher-dimensional power within him has long been suppressed by his Godhood of Life, so that I can't steal even a trace of it. He's clearly a dead man, yet he insists on becoming the God of Life. It's truly laughable. What he currently uses most often is the power of the information dimension, which is just a different perspective on reality. Dimensions like dreams and fantasies are essentially parallel to reality. At most, they can only be considered multidimensional, and they can't be compared to true higher-dimensional power at all."
"Damn it, but this guy Bai Zhe is extremely strong in combat. His talent and skill in combat are rare in the world. He stole the power of the high dimension of Xinghuo Yongming to crush this world. He really forced me to become an immortal and escape. He is a piece of filthy and smelly shit."
"I can't possibly kill Starfire and Eternal Brightness twice in a row, can I?"
Li Tianhe's voice grew even lower, his gaze turning into the distance as if lost in thought: "But it's always like this. My father, my mother, every time I try to break through these layers of difficulties in my life, I always feel like a fly lurking in a whirlpool, helplessly watching myself get swept up and fall into the abyss. In the end, it's still..."
He slowly lowered his head and caught a glimpse of his own worried face reflected in the pocket watch. Suddenly, he found it somewhat comical and burst out laughing, a laugh filled with a relaxed and carefree exuberance.
"Never mind, I can only say that we are not meant to be," he murmured, his fingers twitching slightly, and the twelve-winged butterfly pocket watch floated out of his hand, as if it no longer belonged to him, and landed directly on the grass beside him.
"Declutter, declutter."
"While the Goddess of Silver Light hasn't been killed by Bai Zhe yet (at least there's still a higher-dimensional power that can kill her), let's hurry up and send those two old bastards at home to their graves."
There was no trace of reluctance in his eyes, but rather a long-lost sense of ease, as if a heavy stone had finally fallen from his chest, taking away years of repression and complexity.
Li Tianhe muttered to himself, a playful smile appearing on his lips, as if mocking his past persistence and dedication: "The power of the Desolate Buddha? In the end, it's nothing more than an external thing; once it's gone, it's gone."
He walked away without looking back, not even glancing at the pocket watch again.
"One day, I will rise even higher