Chapter 370: Chapter370-A Dream, Another Self

Caelan fell into a long, deep silence.

In truth, what Orlando and Caesar had said was not entirely without reason.

Take the Lord of Abyss, for example. Who could possibly be certain what kind of attitude such an overwhelmingly powerful existence would hold when he came to the World of Myriad Races?

If he arrived bearing hostility, then how were the myriad races supposed to respond?

An existence of such terrifying power was a dreadful colossus even to a race as formidable as the elves.

Therefore, the myriad races had only one choice.

Only by forming a union would they have any possibility of surviving.

Caelan understood all of these principles very clearly in his heart.

However, he was still unwilling to kill his own younger sister a second time.

Thus, the only option left to him now was to collect every single item left behind by Sovereign Ranni, and then see whether he could ask her to grant him another method.

Perhaps, for both him and Kate, this was their only remaining chance.

At this thought, Caelan gradually regained his confidence.

He searched through his storage space, took out a [Wax Effigy Core], and activated it.

Only this time, the items he chose to search for were the [Lunar Robe] and the [Lunar Boots].

At present, Caelan already knew the whereabouts of the [Lunar Crown].

Therefore, according to his plan, what he needed to seek next were the [Lunar Boots] and the [Lunar Robe].

In fact, Caelan had already sought the assistance of a [Wax Effigy Core] before this.

However, among the four items left behind by Sovereign Ranni, aside from the [Moon Staff], none of them could be directly summoned.

Thus, even after consuming a [Wax Effigy Core], Caelan had only managed to obtain a general direction.

But to Caelan, a general direction was already more than enough.

Caelan intended to collect the [Lunar Robe] first.

However, according to the information provided by the [Wax Effigy Core], the location of the [Lunar Robe] was actually hidden within the Abyss.

And the greatest problem Caelan currently faced was that he had already been rejected and expelled by the Abyss. He could no longer enter it.

In that case, what method could he possibly use to get back inside?

...

"Great Lord of Abyss, my heart is filled with confusion. I wish to know why you issued such an order, commanding the myriad races to stop collecting the Fragments of History."

"If that were all, I could still understand it. But why did you specifically order me to deliver one piece of Fragments of History into the hands of the human race?"

Dagama finally voiced the doubt that had been weighing on his heart.

From the other side, Andali spoke with a cold sneer.

"In my opinion, those awakeners of the World of Myriad Races are extremely cunning. They will certainly choose to bring out all of their Fragments of History, then share their information with one another in the shortest possible time."

In truth, Andali was a very intelligent person.

She knew perfectly well when she should stop speaking.

For instance, what she had just said had already made her meaning perfectly clear.

What the Lord of Abyss was doing might not achieve the desired result.

After all, the once scattered and disunited World of Myriad Races might very well rally together once again because of the arrival of the Lord of Abyss.

Moreover, due to the Lord of Abyss’s prohibition, the myriad races of the World of Myriad Races might instead become even more desperate in their search for the Fragments of History.

Although Morpheus said nothing, similar questions had arisen within his own heart.

Sensing the doubts of his subordinates, the Lord of Abyss maintained that unfathomable smile upon his face from beginning to end.

"There is no need to be so nervous. Many times, only once the atmosphere has reached the proper point can certain matters naturally fall into place, don’t you think?"

To the Lord of Abyss, he did not actually care about the reactions of the myriad races at all.

Whether they chose to unite with one another, or secretly searched for even more Fragments of History, the Lord of Abyss did not care in the slightest.

He stood upon a much grander level.

From that level, the entire World of Myriad Races, and even tens of millions of worlds beyond it, would all be thoroughly driven forward, until an overwhelming sense of crisis took shape among them!

The speed currently displayed by the Chosen One was still far from sufficient.

He needed to be faster.

Much, much faster!

Morpheus was extremely skilled at understanding the human heart. Thus, after pondering the matter deeply, he finally detected the true intention behind His Eminence the Lord of Abyss’s actions.

So His Eminence’s true objective was actually to urge the Chosen One onward?

It was truly unbelievable.

The exalted Lord of Abyss, an existence who stood far above all others, had actually gone so far for the sake of one insignificant human awakener.

Originally, Morpheus had not cared about any human awakener at all.

Even if the other party was the Chosen One, Morpheus still had not considered him particularly important.

However, the attitude displayed by His Eminence the Lord of Abyss forced him to reexamine his own attitude toward Caelan, the Chosen One.

If even the Lord of Abyss cared so deeply about him, then there had to be something extraordinarily special about Caelan.

At this thought, Morpheus began to pay attention to Caelan in his heart.

At the same time, he secretly considered whether he ought to approach Caelan of his own accord and provide him with some assistance at an appropriate moment.

Meanwhile, the Lord of Abyss said nothing more.

He quietly leaned against a stone, his entire being seeming to transform into a tree, becoming one with the surrounding environment.

Unknowingly, the sky had already become completely dark.

According to the arrangement made by the Alliance of All Races, tomorrow would be the day of the Alliance of All Races meeting.

During this meeting, the myriad races would all bring out the Fragments of History in their possession and share their respective intelligence with one another.

As for whether certain individual races among them would still hold something back, that was obviously unavoidable.

But generally speaking, the threat brought by the Lord of Abyss had caused countless people to spend a sleepless night.

And yet, at this very moment, inside Caelan’s manor...

Caelan was lying sprawled out across his soft goose-down bed, sleeping more soundly than anyone could imagine!

He had practically fallen asleep the very instant his head touched the pillow.

Under normal circumstances, given Caelan’s current strength, he had absolutely no need for sleep.

However, this exhaustion that originated from the very depths of his spirit had instead caused him to sink into an even deeper slumber. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

As a result, the moment his head touched the pillow, he fell sound asleep.

What Caelan had never expected, however, was that during this unusually deep sleep, he would actually have a dream!

Even more terrifyingly, within that dream, he saw another "himself."

The "Caelan" within the dream hovered somewhere between illusion and reality.

He possessed no physical body. Rather, he seemed more like a soul.

However, within Caelan’s mind, an entirely different judgment emerged.

He believed that the other "him" standing before him was not some kind of soul.

Instead, he resembled the rule-state that Evelyn had revealed after stepping into the Six-Star level.

In that case, was this fellow his own rule-state?

Caelan frowned slightly.

That was because he had suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

To give a simple example, the class possessed by the "Caelan" before him was completely different from his own [White Swordsman].

Although Caelan had no idea what the other party’s precise class might be, he could be almost absolutely certain of one thing.

The "Caelan" standing before him...

Was another Chosen One!