Chapter 1429 - 926: World of Phantasmagoria
Infused with divine power, Bobo, who is experiencing his divine ascension, focuses intently on accepting the earth-shattering transformation within himself.
At this moment, Bobo has instinctively closed his eyes, his small body slightly curled from the impact of the overwhelming divine metamorphosis it endures.
Like a cocoon emitting a gentle silver glow, he has fallen into a profound, immensely necessary transformative slumber.
This is not some extended sleep of sublimation; it is merely due to the vastly intense and expansive changes.
She needs to briefly concentrate all her mind and will on sensing and controlling her newly transformed body.
Only in this way can she adapt, understand, and complete the most basic control of this new body more safely and efficiently.
Otherwise, if she acts rashly, Bobo might even uncontrollably break through this meticulously constructed stable space, due to the inability to manage the sudden surge of rule power within.
Jumping from a mundane life to a higher level form of existence, the change brought about by this essential metamorphosis is enormous and far-reaching.
Even her core soul essence will undergo reshaping and alteration during this sublimation, imprinted with new divine marks.
Others, though their eyes are firmly closed, are deeply immersed in the realization of the sea of rules.
However, their powerful sensing power still allows them to clearly perceive the amazing changes occurring around them, and the newly born divine aura which shares the same source as Kana, yet subtly different—this is the unique radiance of a newly appointed subordinate god.
Yet, no one distracts themselves by opening their eyes.
Because every second spent immersed in this pure and dense sea of rules is a precious, fleeting opportunity for enlightenment.
As Bobo begins this critical metamorphosis at the sacred moment, the originally pitch-black alternate space suddenly undergoes a more wondrous transformation.
The seven-colored streams scattered throughout the space seem to be guided by some invisible force.
No longer floating randomly, they start actively gathering, weaving, and constructing, condensing into diverse forms—vivid, lifelike, as if they contained the source of rules.
A lively, warm-glowing flame first successfully takes shape. It floats around, like a mischievous little fire spirit endowed with life.
In the heart of the orange-red flame, two tiny, exquisite hands and feet made entirely of pure flame extend from the core, flexibly moving.
What’s even more astonishing is that in the center of the constantly flickering flame heart, a pair of round, endlessly curious lively eyes suddenly open, swirling around curiously examining this newly born space.
He seems to have transformed into a living being.
This adorable little fire spirit represents the most basic yet highly variable and explosive flame rule source.
Currently, it is lightly and nimbly drifting through this vast space, leaving behind a trail of warm light.
Following that, a clear, shimmering stream of water suddenly appears out of nowhere.
It is not stationary but emits a pleasant "swooshing" sound like tinkling jade ornaments, resembling a meandering miniature creek.
Occasionally manifesting a silver-like form in the void, the water elf sometimes disappears into the invisible folds of space, silently and elegantly flowing with an elusive trajectory throughout the entire area.
Next, a breeze, imperceptible and subtle, detectable only through the slight cool touch on the skin, quietly sweeps across, carrying a refreshing scent.
A piercing chill, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, accompanies the gentle spinning and falling of crystalline, diamond-carved hexagonal snowflakes, condensing into a form.
Basic rules elements are now given life, beginning to clearly reveal their concrete forms in this peculiar space.
Yet it’s essential to note that these manifestations are extremely faint and pure; they are not a direct descent of the complete rule itself but rather a projection cast by the rules’ origin—a subtle trigger, an enlightenment spark.
Their existence is meant for demonstration and enlightenment, not for carrying the complete rule power.
Besides these elements from nature, more strange and profound rule symbols representing other mysterious domains start appearing one after another, in succession:
A deep red gemstone, with eternal flames seemingly quietly burning inside, radiating a scorching yet restrained energy;
A piece of dark mudstone constantly writhing, seemingly possessing infinite malleability and capable of being shaped into any form at will;
A vaporous, shape-changing, ghost-like wandering gray-white smoke;
A silver cube composed of countless tiny, shimmering squares, meticulously spinning and assembling, interpreting complex logic;
A dark red iron block, heated until red hot, radiating an oppressive, scalding high temperature, as if just taken from the forge;
A seemingly common piece of coal, yet harboring earth-like heavy stability and infinite nourishing power...
More and more, increasingly peculiar esthetic manifestations of rules emerge in the space, like mushrooms after a spring rain.
They seem to be endowed with a certain newborn spirituality, freely floating and wandering in this broad space.
And they constantly collide and try to fuse with each other.