Chapter 226 — A Big Shot Sneaks In
Blade of Dawn · Page 2 of 4
The stars align, the gods awaken—and to welcome this grand event, the cultists had no choice but to offer up ahead of time an "offering" that was not yet ready?
This was the only reasonable explanation Gao Yang could think of. Though much remained unknown, the general direction should be right.
Only,恐怕 no cultist could have imagined that the stars in this world had already been in the correct position sixteen times, and still their god would not wake.
Whether there were other divine corpses on this planet, Gao Yang did not know, but he did know that the only god whose whereabouts were certain lay at the bottom of the sea, and was currently not enough to feed that bunch of deep-sea sirens.
Thus, the psychic network these cultists had activated early amounted to wasted effort, and the losses in manpower and resources, the disruption and rearrangement of plans, and the risk of exposure caused by their forced early start would deal a heavy blow to their arrogance.
At this thought, Gao Yang could not help but laugh happily, and shaking his head with a smile, he left the impassable domed building.
He knew the three great dark cults had rich foundations; even if they had all by some twist of fate activated certain large-scale rituals early and suffered losses, it would not shake their foundations. But loss was loss—at the very least, in the short term, the frequency of their mischief would drop considerably.
The "residents" in the city were still "living" in carefree contentment, every face beaming with joy. They numbed their nerves with illusions and dreams, immersed in the joy of some long-cherished wish fulfilled—though who knew how long that cheerful mood would last. Probably until the stars' alignment had passed and still not a single god had woken up.
To avoid trouble, Gao Yang did not return to the city's main roads, but threaded along the small paths between buildings, gradually approaching the central district of Phantom Hub City. And the instant he stepped into the central district, he felt the atmosphere around him change.
A solemn, dignified air hung here. The relaxed, leisurely atmosphere of the city's outer districts had vanished as if cut off by an invisible barrier. Gao Yang looked around in astonishment, and to his surprise he actually saw a thin, nearly transparent "wall" standing behind him, extending out to both sides, seemingly enclosing the entire city center.
Gao Yang cautiously refrained from moving about, and instead carefully observed the situation around this transparent wall. He soon discovered that almost all the "residents" moved only outside the wall; only a very few "residents" passed through it. And these few who passed through fell into two types: some walked in casually, just as he had, while others had to pause before the wall for a long while, recite some incantation, or press a hand to the wall and input some command before they could enter.
Was this a "permission lock"? Only the qualified could pass?
Gao Yang lowered his head in astonishment and glanced at his own body. He was certain he had simply walked in casually—in fact, only after passing through the wall had he realized, from the change in the surrounding aura, that the barrier existed.
Did he hold some sort of "high permission" here?
Where had this high permission come from... Could it be the "permission" of the Eversleeper he had devoured?
Gao Qi frowned. If that were truly the case, then these Eversleepers had made a complete mess of their permission system—a dead cult member's account was still not deactivated, and someone else could just put on the disguise and slip right in...
But on second thought, he realized this was not really a loophole. Under normal circumstances, a person's death meant automatic deactivation. Who could have imagined there was a devourer like himself who would come in wearing a dead man's disguise...