Chapter 1194 — The Pathway to the Crystal Crag
Blade of Dawn · Page 2 of 4
As she spoke, the faintly glowing runes on the surface of Enya's eggshell drifted slowly along, and a note of reminiscence and lament entered her voice: "Those remnants and fragments... they merely run lifelessly, year after year, through the chaos between one Divine Realm and another. I—the individuals who compose me—once tried to unearth some secrets from those fragments. But for one thing, we could not leave our own Divine Realm to act at will; for another, we did not dare casually touch the thought-products outside the Divine Realm—the sea of ruins harbors latent contamination from ancient times. Though in theory they are all 'dead,' who could guarantee that some thread of thought-projection among those ancient echoes would not happen to resonate with us?"
Gao Yang mused on this, and only after a long time did he give a slight nod. But he had further questions: "Apart from those ruins and remnants, is there nothing else outside the Divine Realm?"
"At least in my memory... no," Enya said gravely after a moment's recollection. "But I have also said that my memories of the Divine Realm stop one million eight hundred seventy thousand years ago—after that, I became the gods' sutured composite, a monster descended upon the mortal world. My connection to the borders of the Divine Realm—or rather, to the 'Deep Realm'—was severed, and whether anything has changed there since, I cannot know.
"Still, I do not believe the borders of the Divine Realm would change... Their birth and operation rest upon the fundamental laws of this world. So long as those fundamental laws do not change, the projection rules of the Divine Realm's borders will not change either—at most, the ruins and remnants will merely keep cycling and replacing one another."
Gao Yang thought for a moment, then said slowly: "Amon and Milmina should know the 'recent situation' over there, shouldn't they?"
"The intelligence they hold is certainly fresher than mine, but I would not advise you to ask them about such things—at least not now," Enya warned with great seriousness. "The borders of the Divine Realm do not belong to any single god; the laws behind them point directly to all the gods. Before you have successfully set foot in the War God's Divine Realm, rashly inquiring into such matters could very well cause contamination to spread. If the intelligence you glean from their mouths should happen to point toward some god in poor condition, the 'Descent' on the battlefield of Winterhold could repeat itself at any moment. An impact of that magnitude... your current 'anti-divinity barrier' technology, immature as it is, cannot withstand it."
To be honest, a rather bold notion had indeed just surfaced in Gao Yang's mind—to feed the control core of the anti-divinity barrier twenty catties of jellybeans, overload the barrier, and then run off to consult Milmina about the state of the Divine Realm. Hearing Enya's grave warning, he sobered up in an instant. Yet even as he grew wary in his heart, he could not help but entertain a few wild ideas, and he asked casually: "Then can we use some roundabout method—say, you go ask them, and after they tell you, you tell me? In theory, then, you would neither be contaminated nor contaminate anyone else..."
Before he had finished speaking, he felt an unusual "gaze" fall upon him—who would believe it if told? He had been glared at by an egg—and Enya's helpless, half-laughing voice rose in response: "How did I never notice before that you had such an 'unbridled' side? You can even dream up a leap of logic like that?"
"It was just a bold idea..."
"Then put away your bold idea, my friend. It will not work," Enya said with a sigh. "The crux of the matter is not 'who tells you'; the crux is 'where the knowledge comes from'—contamination depends on the source of cognition, and that law cannot be circumvented."