Game World: I Can Share Talents

Westheid had never heard of a Celestial God behaving this way. As a rule, after Ascension, a Celestial God could no longer exist in the Mortal World. If they wanted to exert influence, they could—by simply using their Divine Power to bring about miracles.

An inherited bloodline, an eternal fortress, or a Technique inscribed upon a kingdom... These were all things that manifested a Celestial God's Power and presence, by which believers in the Mortal World received blessings.

But to leave a part of a Celestial God in the Mortal World... that move by the Venerable Master of the Azure Heaven was something else entirely. Celestial Gods were beings of pure, absolute Order, whereas the Mortal World touched upon Chaos. Compared to the Supreme Heaven, it was incomparably tainted. The moment a Celestial God set foot in the Mortal World, they would immediately be pushed upward.

The higher the Tier, the closer one was drawn to the heavens. This was an immutable truth.

Unless special means were employed.

Westheid lowered his gaze, stroking his chin.

"If that's the case, does that mean we just need to find that fragment of the Celestial God's will? As long as we have even a tiny fraction of a Celestial God's power, stabilizing the Celestial Vault Kingdom should be no problem at all."

After all, a Celestial God facing Chaos was a complete contextual takedown. No matter how rampant or terrifying a chaotic catastrophe was, it was destined to be effortlessly obliterated before a being of supreme Order. It had nothing to do with magnitude; it was purely a matter of Tier suppression.

"The Crimson Throne... It seals a portion of the Divine Ancestor's will, perpetually frozen within. We have no way of knowing why the Divine Ancestor did this, but we can only assume it was in preparation for a day like this."

The Celestial Vault Elder lamented, "The Divine Ancestor's foresight is so profound. We mortals can scarcely hope to fathom it."

'Ugh, it's probably not for that reason.'

Westheid knew of the Crimson Throne, but only in the context of ancient times. That Floating City had been destroyed long ago. The current Capital of the Celestial Vault Kingdom was likely named the Crimson Throne by the Venerable Master of the Azure Heaven to commemorate his time as a mortal.

'As for the reason he sealed a part of his essence in the Mortal World, was it to suppress and monitor the Master of Extinction? Or perhaps... he was waiting for something.'

"The problem is, the Crimson Throne was immediately swept into spacetime turbulence. Afterward, we observed the turbulence stabilize. We have no way of knowing what happened within, but the Divine Ancestor's essence has undoubtedly awakened. Since that is the case, the Divine Ancestor ought to be restoring Order."

The Celestial Vault Elder was puzzled. He couldn't understand why their Divine Ancestor had yet to make a move. But he quickly affirmed with conviction:

"Some unforeseeable accident must have occurred, preventing the Divine Ancestor from coming to lead us. To resolve the Celestial Vault Kingdom's difficulties, our only hope is for the Divine Ancestor to return with the Crimson Throne and reign over the heavens once more. To that end... someone must go there."

The elder left the thought unfinished, but Westheid understood perfectly.

"So, you're counting on me, huh? Have you tried going yourselves?"

"...We couldn't. We sent many envoys, but all were turned away at the gates. Even those who braved the spacetime turbulence and risked death simply vanished without a trace."

"It's that dangerous? And you think I'll be any safer?"

The elder answered honestly, "Because you are deeply blessed. If anyone is capable of communicating with the Divine Ancestor, it would be the Chosen One. The favor you hold surpasses even that of the Kings."

Westheid smiled. 'No wonder the Celestial Vault People are so desperate to have me back. They're grasping at straws.'

Seeing Duke Qinghui fall silent, apparently lost in thought, the Celestial Vault Elder's nutrient pod also became still, quietly awaiting Westheid's answer. The task might not sound like much, but the risks were actually substantial, and no one knew if Westheid would agree.

However, it stood to reason that a Chosen One would disregard life and death to fulfill the expectations of a Celestial God.

In reality, however, Westheid's "contemplation" was him communicating with Wan Qi.

'Wan Qi, what's the deal with that place in spacetime?'

[The Crimson Throne... that is the place where I am sealed, but I do not know the specifics... A Celestial God's Shadow is not permitted to perceive the outside world. My only connection to this world is you, my love.]

'So in other words, this part of his essence is being used to suppress the Master of Extinction? That's pretty intense. If I go over there, I won't actually be in danger, will I?'

[I will protect you, my love...]

Wan Qi replied immediately. Her attitude was, as always, one of absolute support, of absolute giving.

'Sigh. You always say that, leaving me with no reason at all to back down.'

'A man isn't made of stone; how could I remain unmoved?'

In any case, Westheid was deeply moved. He would fulfill the promises he made to his lover, no matter the difficulty or the cost.

"His Excellency the Divine Chosen, your decision...?"

"I'll go. Of course, I'll go. For the sake of my promise to Wan Qi, so that I can hold her in my arms without shame! I will go without hesitation!"

Hearing Westheid's definitive answer, the elder finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Celestial Vault Elder was a little puzzled. He couldn't detect any reverence for the Divine Ancestor in Westheid's tone. Instead, it sounded more like the flippant way one might speak to a lover... 'No, that thought is far too blasphemous. My sensory equipment must be malfunctioning.'

Just then, the fleet arrived at the main city of the Silence Clan.

"We're here."

Before Westheid's eyes was a true-to-form capital city of the Celestial Vault Kingdom.

A floating plain as vast as a continent spread out before him, bathed in a brilliant golden radiance that left not a single shadow where filth might hide. The man-made light washed over his body, bringing with it a perfect, gentle warmth.