Game World: I Can Share Talents

Yolanda’s eyes widened. "Brother, what do you mean by the severing of the divine and mortal realms?"

Westheid replied, "Exactly what it sounds like. This Chaos Shock targeted the passages to the Supreme Heaven."

The Chaos Will’s long-brewing assault wasn’t aimed at killing a single person in the Mortal World, nor was it meant to spread corruption or retaliate against the Celestial Gods.

It had one simple goal: to sever the connection between the Supreme Heaven and the Mortal World, preventing the Celestial Gods from transmitting their will and power.

Yolanda asked, "Does that mean... the Radiant Holy Tree is gone?"

"Contact has been lost, it’s not dead. It’s much like what happened with the Dragon Race. The Star Abyss Wings also lost contact once."

Westheid explained, "And it’s not just the Radiant Holy Tree. It’s Emperor Qianlu, too."

Duke Qinghui then looked at Mivana. "And the Yonglan Riding God, as well as the Venerable Master of the Azure Heaven..."

Speaking of the Venerable Master of the Azure Heaven, Westheid hesitated. Even without the matter of the Master of Extinction, this Celestial God was quite unique and couldn’t be generalized. He added with precision,

"It’s not a complete severing. Under special conditions, some information might get through, and the paths can still be followed, though they will be somewhat weakened. But it’s impossible to count on the Celestial Gods for guidance or help anymore."

Westheid’s words were hard to believe, or rather, something one instinctively refused to believe.

After all, mortals had relied on the might of the Celestial Gods for ten thousand years. No matter how the eras changed, as long as people had a Divine Ancestor to believe in, they had a direction to strive for.

The gods are the sole principle; to serve them is life’s purpose.

Faith was not a lifestyle, not a school of thought, but the very purpose of life itself.

"We no longer have the protection of the Celestial Gods?"

Even someone like Yolanda, who was more loyal to her family than a devout follower of the Radiant Holy Tree, couldn’t help but feel lost and bewildered.

’The Supreme Yang is really gone...’

The Pure Holy Spirit was even more dejected. For a thousand years, she had lived a peaceful life with the Radiant Holy Tree as her backer. Now that her support was gone, the white-haired Holy Spirit’s first reaction was panic.

If Westheid hadn’t given her a heads-up beforehand that she could rely on this descendant of hers, she would have already been in tears.

’Even the Yonglan Riding God...’

Mivana pressed her lips together. Among those close to Westheid, the Lady Knight was likely the only true believer.

Losing contact with her Divine Ancestor was certainly a blow, but not a crippling one.

Yonglan Knights were not the useless type who only prayed for their Divine Ancestor’s blessings. As long as the Knightly Path could still be walked, they were accustomed to solving all their problems with their swords.

Besides, the Yonglan Riding God was notoriously taciturn and rarely made a Sanctity Manifestation. He basically left everything alone, so it was the same whether he was there or not.

Otherwise, the Yonglan Knights wouldn’t be endlessly debating the interpretation of the "Knightly Path."

"Brother, what should we do now?"

After a brief moment of disorientation, Yolanda immediately looked to the pillar of their group.

Faced with this unprecedented situation, only Westheid showed the foresight of someone who had seen it coming. Although they didn’t know how he knew, past experience told them that trusting him was always the right choice.

"Let’s go. We’ll stabilize the situation in the Qinghui Territory first."

Westheid let out a soft breath and walked out of the Holy Land Garden.

Within Su Yue, the capital of the Qinghui Territory, although a curfew had been issued, the sky-altering phenomenon of the Chaos Shock still drove people into the streets, where they discussed it in a clamor.

"Why did the sky just go dark?"

"I don’t know. Looks like another Chaos Tide, maybe?"

"It doesn’t look like the previous ones. Didn’t we just repel a Chaos Tide?"

"Who knows? But even if it is another tide, it definitely won’t break us!"

They didn’t know what had happened, only feeling an instinctual confusion and unease at the anomaly. But these slight worries quickly dissipated under the confidence they had built over the past two years.

Squads of soldiers led by the Qinghui Guard moved through the streets, maintaining order.

"Don’t panic! It’s a technical adjustment!"

"His Majesty foresaw this. The curfew is over. Everyone return to your posts. There is nothing to worry about."

Westheid arrived swiftly and decisively at the manor in Su Yue. He didn’t even need to summon anyone; the key figures had already gathered and now crowded around him.

There were Civil Servants from all over the Qinghui Territory, Witches from the Ring of Clear Skies, and allies like Shamuel.

Because of Westheid’s previous orders, everyone believed that Duke Qinghui knew the inside story.

Westheid didn’t keep them in suspense. Everyone present was his trusted inner circle.

"Everyone, I’ll get straight to the point. This is a new Chaos Tide, and the problem is severe. If I’m not mistaken, the passages between the Supreme Heaven and the Mortal World have been almost completely severed."

"!!!"

The bombshell stunned the room into silence.

Just as he expected, it took a while for everyone to believe and process this information.

"Your Majesty! The top priority is to establish a defensive line! The Chaos Demon Army could attack at any moment!"

Roy was the first to recover from the shock of "the Celestial Gods losing contact" and spoke immediately.

"We still have some troops in the interior. We should be able to reinforce the defensive line and prevent a repeat of the disaster."

However, Westheid rejected Roy’s proposal.

"No, no, quite the opposite. We don’t need to keep so many troops on the Chaos front. Halt our expansion into the Chaos Domain for now and pull back the battle-hardened troops, leaving only a basic garrison force."

"Huh?"

Seeing the bewildered expressions on most of their faces, Westheid laced his fingers together, rested his chin on them, and said with a wry smile,

"You still don’t understand what it means for the Celestial Gods to have lost contact."

From now on, the threat of Chaos would indeed rise sharply, but it would not manifest in the form of Demon invasions.

If Chaos’s offensive was merely a repeat of the past—an uncreative reliance on various Chaos Demons to kill and destroy—then it would actually be an easy problem for the Mortal Countries to solve.

Yes, the Celestial Gods could no longer descend, but when had their intervention ever been needed to fight a mere Chaos Tide?

For the past thousand years, the Mortal Countries had been crushing Chaos. Overwhelming armies of Demons couldn’t put much pressure on the militarily powerful nations.

Unless the Chaos Will could create a few dozen Chaos Source Gods out of thin air to steamroll everything. But if it had that kind of power, the Mortal World would never have been born in the first place.

As they say, "When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." Although the Chaos Will was not a personified existence, its long struggle with the Mortal World had inevitably infected it with the "poison of Order."

Chaos had realized that piling on the quantity and quality of Demons could not drown the Mortal World. What could truly cause severe damage was the collapse of "Order" from within.

The true offensive method Chaos adopted was to destroy the order of the Mortal World, using any means necessary to corrupt and erode, planting seeds of madness and greed in the hearts of people to incite formless yet far-reaching turmoil.

In short, the danger of Chaos was no longer visible; it had transformed into conspiracy and intrigue, viruses and pollution.

The disasters that would befall the Mortal Countries in the future—the Plague of Corruption, the Demon’s Frenzy Banquet, the Temporal Chaos, and so on—while certainly originating from the hidden dangers that already existed within the realms of Order, all had Chaos fanning the flames behind the scenes!

To be honest, during the Age of Strife in the *Poem of Destiny*, the real crisis was never the Chaos Demons, but the endless wars and turmoil that arose under Chaos Corruption.

Thus, Westheid tapped the conference table, setting the overall tone:

"In short, we must be vigilant against the invasion of Chaos, but it is even more important to prevent the corruption and backstabbing from the forces of Order!"

Guard against Chaos, but be even more wary of Order!