Chapter 826: Mr. Duan’s Plan

Zhou Huai raised his eyes to look at Old Mo.

"Since you are the Divine Craftsman of The Seventh World, what was that you said just now about wanting to stop the Sea God's resurrection?"

"Aren't you the aborigines of this ruin? Logically speaking, the Sea God should be your faith."

Old Mo's gully-filled cheeks twitched twice.

He let out a long sigh.

He sighed aloud.

"Faith?"

Old Mo gave a wry smile and shook his head, "That is nothing more than a nightmare woven from lies."

He raised his turbid eyes, looked at the gloomy sky, and spoke in a low voice.

"Once upon a time, this old man was also a blind person."

"I was once deceived by a trusted old friend. He told me that the rule of The Seventh World was collapsing, and that he had to use my hands to forge items capable of stabilizing the foundation of the world."

"To save that world, I exhausted my life's blood and even drained the Origin of my mana value, ultimately helping him forge eight Divine Artifacts."

Old Mo's fingers trembled slightly, gripping the edge of the flatboat tightly.

"However, I never expected…"

"That despicable villain, that liar full of words about saving the common people of the world!"

"He actually used the eight Divine Artifacts I forged to set up a heaven-shaking grand array to nourish a greedy and bloodthirsty monster!"

Old Mo bit his lip, and fresh blood dripped down his chin.

"That monster is the so-called Sea God!"

"It is no god at all! It is simply a tumor that devours hundreds of millions of living creatures!"

"By the time this old man discovered the truth, it was already too late."

Old Mo turned his head to look at the wounded followers beside him, his eye sockets moist.

"People like us were unwilling to watch the world be destroyed, so we united and launched a life-and-death battle against that monster."

"But that monster was too strong. Our entire army was wiped out, and we all sacrificed ourselves in that struggle."

"We could only use chains to Seal it at the very last moment."

Zhou Huai stood in place, quickly capturing the key information.

"Eight Divine Artifacts."

Zhou Huai chewed on these four words, his Adam's apple rolling.

In the present world, the appearance of any Divine Artifact was enough to trigger a global bloody storm.

Even he himself, with the Heaven-Suppressing Seal whose attributes he could not see through in his hand, had once displayed the terrifying might of easily suppressing all beasts.

And this old man actually forged eight in one breath!

Zhou Huai lowered his voice and asked, "What level of equipment are the Divine Artifacts you speak of?"

The Rugged Man standing beside the flatboat raised his chin and took over the conversation.

"Do you even need to ask?"

"For so-called equipment ratings, SSS-rank is already the limit. But the Divine Artifacts forged by Old Mo are supreme treasures that have surpassed the limits of the System rating and truly touched the Origin of the world's rules!"

"As long as one holds a Divine Artifact, even an ordinary person can trigger the power of High-Dimensional Law!"

When the Rugged Man reached this point, he lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly.

"A total of eight…"

"It is just a pity that our former world has long since shattered. Those eight Divine Artifacts were also snatched away long ago by that beast surnamed Duan!"

"The one surnamed Duan."

Zhou Huai twitched the corner of his mouth.

Everything was inseparable from Mr. Duan.

Mr. Duan used the water of origin to resurrect powerhouses in The Eighth World, and deceived the Divine Craftsman in The Seventh World to forge Divine Artifacts to nourish monsters.

Every step of this old monster's chess game was played extremely deeply.

Zhou Huai looked at Old Mo, a flash of inspiration passing through his mind.

He recalled the thrilling battle for possession he had experienced long ago in another ruin.

That mutated giant beast whose belly was tightly locked by dark chains.

That strange piece of equipment that almost caused him to capsize in the gutter.

Zhou Huai looked at Old Mo and tentatively spoke, "You said just now that you forged eight Divine Artifacts."

"Then among these eight Divine Artifacts…"

Zhou Huai intentionally dragged out his ending tone and asked word by word, "Is there one called… Pendulum of Life?"

As soon as these words came out,

Old Mo, who had originally looked decadent all over, trembled in his body.

His turbid eyes widened into rounds, staring straight at Zhou Huai in mid-air.

"You… How could you know?!"

Old Mo exclaimed in shock, "The Pendulum of Life is a Divine Artifact into which I poured the most painstaking effort back then! Ever since it was snatched away by that fellow surnamed Duan, it has never appeared in the world again!"

"As a young Professional of the present world, how could you possibly know its name?!"

Old Mo opened his mouth wide as Zhou Huai sorted out his thoughts.

"So that's how it is…"

Zhou Huai quickly pieced all the fragmented clues together into a complete net in his mind.

"So that's how it is…"

Hovering in mid-air, Zhou Huai pieced the fragmented clues into a net, his eyelids drooping slightly.

All the fragments were seamlessly spliced together.

He had previously thought that Mr. Duan's crazy plan of world destruction and reshaping started to be implemented from The Eighth World. The reality was far more profound and spine-chilling than he had anticipated.

Mr. Duan's layout had actually started from this The Seventh World!

The Transcendent hiding behind the scenes used Old Mo's compassionate heart to trick him into exhausting his painstaking efforts to forge eight Divine Artifacts that touched the Origin of the world's rules. Afterward, Mr. Duan placed these eight Divine Artifacts into eight different ruins respectively, using them as array eyes!

He used the Heaven-Defying power of these Divine Artifacts to continuously and repeatedly resurrect the old-era powerhouses in various ruins throughout these long years.

And the ultimate goal of all this was not to establish a new era or preserve the fire of civilization at all, but to treat these resurrected powerhouses as nourishment, devouring the rule Origins within their bodies one by one, thereby continuously completing his own high-dimensional divine persona!

Back then in The Eighth World, it was by no means an accident that the powerhouses who reached the SSS-rank Peak developed disloyalty toward Mr. Duan and united to rebel.

Zhou Huai sneered in his heart.

With Mr. Duan's deep mindset of planning a hundred steps ahead for every single step and playing everyone in the palm of his hand, how could he possibly tolerate the chess pieces under his command getting out of control?

All of this was definitely intentional!

Mr. Duan intended to destroy The Eighth World from the very beginning, borrowing the hand of the Heavenly Dao to obliterate all rebels, thereby logically creating the eight globally distributed ruins of the present world.

And the so-called "Sea God" sleeping in the seventh ruin—that terrifying monster that converged the foundation of eight Divine Artifacts and had been nourished for countless years—was likely the most important and core absorption target in Mr. Duan's epoch-spanning grand chess game!

Once Mr. Duan successfully devoured this Sea God and completed the final piece of the Origin puzzle…

Then the present world would really be completely done for.

Zhou Huai sorted out his thoughts. He was expressionless, his dark golden eyes without ripples. He was not familiar with this group of old-era remnants from The Seventh World in front of him, nor was there any need to explain Mr. Duan's trump cards and the crisis facing the present world clearly to them.

Having figured this out, Zhou Huai slightly turned his wrist holding the abyssal blood dragon spear, pointing the tip of the spear at Old Mo on the flatboat below.

"Where exactly is that monster located right now?"