Chapter 797: The Cross-World Reviver

Led by Kalen, Zhou Huai and Chun continued to move upward along the black stone steps.

"Is there a possibility," Chun suddenly lowered her voice, interrupting Zhou Huai's deep thought, "that the consumption of the will of heaven has been huge recently, causing its control to become weaker and weaker?"

Zhou Huai turned his head slightly: "What do you mean?"

"Think about it. First, Mr. Duan made such a huge commotion in the Free Federation, and then you and the Extreme Ice Empress fought a heaven-shattering battle in Sakura Country.

To inflict punishment, the Heavenly Dao System mobilized a massive amount of computing power and the Origin of Law."

Chun tugged at the corner of her clothes, pointing above her head, "This is like a server having limited bandwidth.

When the amount of data in a certain area explodes, loopholes will naturally appear in the supervision of other areas."

"Look at this sky. Let alone the purple lightning of heavenly punishment, there isn't even a single cloud.

This shows that the will of the Heavenly Dao can no longer fully cover all the ancient ruins."

Zhou Huai looked up at the sky.

The azure sky was as clean as a mirror.

The gloomy, oppressive terrifying heavenly might from before in other ruins, which felt like it could be locked onto by heavenly thunder at any time, was indeed extremely faint here to the extreme.

"What you're saying does make some sense," Zhou Huai mused.

No matter how strong the Heavenly Dao System was, it was ultimately a set of operating rules.

As long as it was a rule, there would be an upper limit to its computing power.

Soon, led by Kalen and several dull-looking maidservants, Zhou Huai and Chun passed through the towering temple gates and entered the grand hall inside the pyramid.

The grand hall was resplendent in gold and jade, with thick Persian carpets laid on the floor.

Countless fist-sized night-luminescent pearls were embedded in the surrounding walls, illuminating the spacious area brightly.

In the center of the hall, a dozen graceful, lightly veiled young women were singing and dancing amidst melodious ancient music.

Although their movements were beautiful, their eyes were just like Kalen's outside, hollow and devoid of any vitality.

Upon the golden throne right in the center sat an elderly man dressed in a white linen robe.

He had a graying beard and a somewhat emaciated face, yet he was full of vigor, holding a cup of dark red wine in his hand and quietly savoring it.

Seeing Zhou Huai and Chun enter, the old man did not show any hostility; instead, he smiled slightly and nodded.

He waved his hand, and the maidservants who were originally standing aside immediately stepped forward, placing exquisite low tables in front of Zhou Huai and Chun.

They were filled with various enticingly fragrant roasted meats, fresh fruits, and wine emitting a faint fruity aroma.

"Distinguished guests, you've come a long way, please sit.

Try the date wine unique to this desolate place of mine; the taste is passable."

The old man's voice was gentle, carrying a touch of a senior's magnanimity.

Zhou Huai looked at him, his heart full of astonishment.

When this person was fighting him using spatial projection and Styx poison gas earlier, it didn't seem like he had such an easy-to-talk-to attitude.

That overwhelming killing intent and chilling coldness were completely different from the amiable old man before him, as if they were two entirely different people.

Before he could express his stance, Chun off to the side had already boldly and carelessly sat down first.

She grabbed a huge date from the low table, threw it into her mouth, chewed it without any table manners, and then raised her cup from afar to the old man at the head: "Thank you for the hospitality.

We've been traveling for half a day, and my stomach is indeed a bit hungry."

Seeing this, Zhou Huai was somewhat speechless.

As the Goddess of Nature, how could this woman have zero guard?

But seeing that Chun had already taken her seat, if he were still to stand here tense, it would instead look a bit petty.

He had no choice but to speechlessly follow suit and sit down, though he did not touch the food in front of him.

Seeing this, the old man on the throne smiled indifferently.

He gently put down the golden wine glass in his hand, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Zhou Huai and Chun.

"Let me formally introduce myself," the old man spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the grand hall.

"For Professionals like you in the current era, you may have heard many legends about me.

However, I prefer the title I had during the First World — God of the Underworld, Anubis."

Hearing this name, Chun, who was sitting aside peeling a banana, showed an expected smile.

She swallowed the fruit in her mouth, clapped her hands, and laughed: "It really is you, old fox.

Back then in the First World, to escape the pursuit of the Temple of Order, you even went so far as to strip away half of your core data and Seal it in the Book of the Dead.

I didn't expect that after so many epochs, you are actually still alive."

Zhou Huai sat to the side, his brows tightly furrowed, looking at Chun with some puzzlement.

"The First World… wasn't that the epoch you were previously in?

Why is he in this ruin?"

According to his previous deductions, there should be strict timelines and epoch divisions between the ruins.

If Anubis was a deity of the First World, shouldn't he have died in the Great Purge of the First World just like Chun?

Why would he become the Dominator of the Sixth World ruins?

Hearing Zhou Huai's question, the old man on the throne — Anubis chuckled and took the initiative to answer.

"This old man can answer this question."

He pointed at himself, his tone as casual as if he were talking about a trivial matter: "The truth is indeed as this Goddess of Nature said.

Anubis of the First World was already completely dead when that epoch collapsed.

Both his Physical Body and most of his professional Origin were wiped out cleanly by the destruction Law of the Heavenly Dao System."

"However…" Anubis changed the subject, a trace of pride flashing in his eyes, "In my lifetime, the Laws I controlled were death and reincarnation.

Using methods only known to myself, at the instant the Heavenly Dao performed a System reboot, I disguised my core data as junk files and stored them in the System's underlying database."

"Then, as the Heavenly Dao re-evolved the Second World, the Third World, and now the Sixth World, whenever a loophole appeared in the world rules, I would resurrect anew using these residual data."

He spread his hands: "Therefore, the ruins here are the Sixth World.

And as for me, I am merely a reviver who re-condensed a shell in this epoch."

Zhou Huai's pupils shrank slightly, and an unconcealable astonishment appeared on his face.

"Data disguise? Cross-epoch resurrection?"

In this gamified world of global class advancement, isn't this exploiting a System bug to achieve cross-version save file reconstruction?

This top-tier Professional of the old era could actually manipulate the Law to this extent, capable of deceiving even the underlying logic of the Heavenly Dao System?

"There's even such an operation…" Zhou Huai couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

Anubis smiled noncommittally, picked up the golden cup and took a sip of fine wine, and said in a profound tone: "Of course.

Otherwise, how do you think that fellow 'Duan' managed to live all the way from the First World to the present world?"

"Mr. Duan?"

Zhou Huai's heart shook violently, and the terrifying figure of the Dawnbreaker Guild leader instantly flashed through his mind.

Mr. Duan's strength and control over the High-Dimensional Law had always been the biggest shadow in his heart.

He had originally thought that Mr. Duan had merely reached the Realm of a Transcendent in this epoch, but now listening to Anubis's tone, could that person actually be a monster who survived across epochs from the First World?

Zhou Huai looked at the old man before him with increasing astonishment, his voice tightening slightly: "Is it because of you?"