Pillars of Ita

Fang Plover nodded slightly.

But there was still a trace of doubt in his heart - Quvenlar seemed to have keenly caught the hesitation in his eyes.

But the Elf King didn't seem to be worried at all. Instead, he smiled and asked:

"Ed, do you think it's useless to you now?"

Fang He hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. He did not intend to hide this fact. This gift was very valuable, but it would not allow him to fight against Halsey and his group.

It was a dragon knight construct, but he was not a dragon knight, and he had more than one opponent. The guild alliance could mobilize about a quarter of the dragon knights in this world, and if the opponent's potential allies were included, it could be even more.

Even if the guild alliance could not use all its means to deal with him, the seven or eight dragon knights gathered in the Elf Court at this moment were enough to give him a headache.

What's more, this is not a real dragon knight, but just a design drawing.

"Really, little guy," Kwenral once again guessed his thoughts, "Do you really think this is just a blueprint?"

"I... don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Quvenlar."

"Then why don't you give it a try."

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment before he did as he was told.

The design drawings of the craftsmen are also varied. Some are drawn on paper, some are projected into crystal, and some are even refracted by ether. As long as you follow the starlight veins, you will naturally understand the design.

But his hand passed through the illusory phantom, and the tall "knight" remained motionless, as if bowing his head, without any reaction. There was no starlight, no projection, it was not a design blueprint, but rather a layer of illusion -

Fang He was stunned for a moment, and awkwardly found that he seemed unable to accept this design drawing - if it was like an illusion, then how should he take this illusion away?

He had no choice but to turn around and look at the Elf Lord, asking humbly: "How should I absorb it, Mr. Kwivenlar?"

"You can't absorb it," Kwvenlar replied. "Don't use the ordinary limitations of thinking to understand it, Ed."

"There is no ordinary design or principle for the original configuration. As I said, it is just a law. The law cannot be designed, and it is impossible for mortals to truly fully understand it in a short time."

"But for us, there is still a way here," the Elf Lord slowly walked over and put his hand on his shoulder, "Try to imagine--"

"Imagine?"

"Use your creative arts," said Kwvenlar, "to construct it as you see it."

"Every time you construct a part of it, you understand the corresponding principles and laws, and this is exactly how the White Knight constructs itself. It is originally the most unique one."

Fang He felt a gentle force coming from Quvenlar's hand. He seemed to be connected with the sea of ​​light and saw the vast ocean of ether.

That force suppressed the question "What should I do?" from his mouth, as if a thought naturally arose in his mind:
'Close your eyes, Ed.'

'Use your imagination.'

'Imagine the first origin of this world.'

Fang He closed his eyes. He tried to imagine the moment when Ataria's world was born, when the torrent of ether had not yet been born, and when everything returned to one origin.

But he found that he could not calm down, his mind was in a mess - the world seemed to be constantly changing, and people and events from the past kept coming to his mind.

He frowned. He was not like this usually. He could always easily enter that starry world.

But the first origin of the world cannot be achieved by simply imagining a singularity. It is the source of all starlight, and he must explain its nature.

How is that possible?
Fang He couldn't help but get a little anxious, but the more anxious he got, the more he couldn't concentrate. Finally, he had to try to ask for help from the elf ancestor beside him:
"I, I can't seem to do it, Mr. Kwenral."

'No, you've done very well, Ed.'

Fang He was slightly stunned.

"Listen carefully and follow my description," said Quvenlard. "The original world did not have complex properties. It was a blank. "

'Don't suppress your thoughts, think about the things you are most familiar with in your daily life, perhaps they have the same nature -'

'Relax, you've done a great job, at least much better than I first tried to conceive of it.'

"Don't worry, there's still plenty of time," he said calmly, "I will let you construct its first law before I leave."

"The First Rule?"

"Yes, first of all, it is the origin. It means existence and non-existence, the breakthrough from non-existence to existence. That is the beginning of the world—"

Fang He's thoughts were like a bolt of lightning falling from the darkness.

From nothing to something, isn't that the most basic law of alchemy? The magician's skill is not to create things out of nothing, but to shape everything from the starlight.

But starlight is only the reality in the eyes of alchemists. Mortals cannot see the flowing river of starlight and the surging etheric veins.

Before the creation of elements and matter, the world was empty, like an ocean with nothing but water.

Then the first ray of light was born from the water.

That is the origin.

Fang Yu reached out his hand as if realizing something.

His fingertips gently touched the singularity of everything, and as if the universe was just beginning, the seeds were sprouting, a bunch of white branches were born from the sprouts, and slowly grew.

Its branches extended into the distance, and countless stars were born in the darkness. Each ray of starlight was connected to it, growing with each other and growing into a towering tree canopy.

And that scene was not unfamiliar to Fang He.

That is the process of alchemical creation.

Kwenlar's voice suddenly stopped.

The world was born from an origin.

Then came the birth of light, and starlight emerged from the endless darkness. They were born from the void and laid by the hands of the Holy One to become the cornerstone of this world.

Thus the elements were created.

Origin, birth and creation, this is the beginning of the world.

'Ed, put your hands up.'

The Elf King suddenly spoke. He was unusually moved, and his voice was slightly excited.

Fang He closed his eyes and did as he was told. He didn't think too much, everything seemed to happen naturally, but in the material world, as he raised his hand, a pure white arm was constructed from the void.

The arm pointed in a direction, branches sprouted from the soil, growing into emerald green vines. The new green branches and vines were spreading in the direction it pointed.

Kwivenlar watched the scene silently.

The earth was born, and new buds sprouted. That was the second day of Attalia. After those buds fell and the first batch of creatures were born...

After a sunrise and sunset——

First there was the earth, then the sky, and finally the stars. That was the second day of creation.

But unconsciously, the huge amount of computing power required grew exponentially, but the silent boy did not notice it, leaving Quvenlar watching the scene silently.

Fang He naturally accepted all these settings while sleeping.

It seems that as the demand for computing power grows, his computing power also grows.

An invisible force extended from the void towards him and connected with him. The ancestor of the elves raised his head, as if he could see everything at the end of the void.

The etheric layer is vibrating slightly.

In Silverwind Harbor, Silverchain Island, and even in the faraway Elpahin, Goland, and the Oshu people's steel city of Einbrok.

In the different halls of the Alchemy Association in Mir Luo Temple and the Land of the Twelve Pillars, all those who were working to restore communication between the two worlds stopped their work at the same time.

They looked up at the crystal tower in the center of the hall.

But the Crystal Tower was normal.

"What happened?" After being startled for a moment, people couldn't help but ask, "Has the communication between the two worlds been restored?"

"No, but something has penetrated the etheric layer."

"It's the Star Gate!"

Someone yelled, "It's the Stargate."

The gaze of the saints is upon the earth.

And the highest one seemed to pass through two different worlds, watching what was happening to different people in different worlds at this moment.

The vast star gate was parked on the other side of the terminator. The light of the stars had just passed through its longest corridor, and the moon was still immersed in darkness. Soon this behemoth was completely shrouded in darkness.

But every artificial light in the port area lit up, and all the ships in the port stopped entering and leaving the port at the same time. People looked at the towering and deep figure not far away, and a deeper change was slowly taking place. "The Star Gate is activating!"

In the control room, someone couldn't help but scream.

"There are no travelers. What's going on? Let me repeat, batch F05241X has not yet arrived at the connection tower. The next batch will not start for another fifteen minutes."

"Check to see if there are any stowaways entering the star gate."

"The airtight compartment is locked intact. No one will pass through within forty minutes."

"Where's the B bridge's No. 2 port?"

"It's closed for maintenance."

Everyone was in chaos.

The Seventh and Twelfth Emergency Departments of Star Gate Port immediately cut off the connection between the front and rear port areas, but a large number of tourists gathered here and gathered on the sightseeing bridge.

They were chattering and looking at the changes in the star gate in amazement through the thick glass corridor.

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It was changing its flying posture. Two rings facing each other were standing up and rotating slowly. The mysterious runes on them, whose meanings had never been deciphered, were lighting up one by one.

That was a sign before the Stargate was activated, but not quite.

"The Stargate is exerting its blessing."

Bai Jia, who was returning to the other side of the Star Gate to report on her work and hand over her work, did not expect that she would encounter such a thing at the Star Gate Port. When she returned to the control tower, the staff member spoke to her in obvious panic.

The Star Gate will bless every batch of travelers, which is the origin of the system of the Chosen Ones. They are called the Chosen Ones of the Star Gate, and the blessed ones also come from this.

But at this moment the transmission platform was empty, without a single person. If there were any stowaways, the strength of the blessing bestowed by the Star Gate would be a bit too much.

Bai Jia had a vague idea. Something big might happen on the other side of the star gate. If such a person entered Ataria, then maybe he was the target they had been looking for.

"Check," she made a prompt decision, bypassing the procedure and giving the order, "Immediately check the list of all the people who applied to enter the Star Gate this month, especially the newcomers."

"Also, seal up all the relevant files and don't submit them to me," Bai Jia paused, "and wait for someone from above to receive them."

The staff member did as instructed, and only then did she pick up her personal device to connect to the other side and asked, "Has the Stargate communication been restored?"

"Not yet," said the engineer, who was also confused by the situation. "Do you want to investigate?"

Bai Jia nodded.

She put down the communicator and couldn't help frowning. Ever since she had been escorting people back from the star gate, she had happened to encounter the interruption of communication between the two worlds.

Although messages can still be transmitted through the star gate's manpower, the consumption is too great, so the communication speed between the two sides has obviously slowed down.

But now the headquarters wants her to wait at the Stargate Port to lead a group of new people into Ataria, but unexpectedly something went wrong again.

This made her wonder if she had some bad luck this year.

……

However, Fang He didn't know that the Dragon Knight System in front of him was skipping prompts line by line, and those silver words seemed to be describing some different changes.

But with his eyes closed, he could only see the starry world. The starlight fell like rain, and when they fell to the ground, new shoots of light were born.

Those seedlings grew tall and turned into a forest, and the computing power required at this moment finally made Fang He frown.

Seeing this, Kuvenlar finally reacted and was about to interrupt him.

But at this moment, he saw those towering green vines suddenly extend in one direction. They were like converging lines, and fell into a person's hand.

It's Miss Tata.

Kuiwenlar stared at the dragon soul lady from Fang He, and finally realized that she seemed a little special. Miss Tata's eyes had turned pure silver. She held the green light and threw it forward gently.

Countless calculations changed in her mind. The numerical formulas seemed to take on entities. Stars rose and set. Under their reflection, a world was becoming real.

The green light fell on the ground and immediately evolved into the first creatures of Ataria. They were weak at first, but then grew stronger.

When rain turns to dew, wind turns to clouds, rivers open up mountains and green covers the earth, when lakes converge into the sea, and life is born from water.

The third day passed.

But in just that moment, all illusions disappeared.

Fang He and Miss Tata opened their eyes at the same time and subconsciously looked at their hands - and the magic gloves on his hands.

Everything seemed normal, but something seemed to have changed. He raised his head and subconsciously pointed forward.

Circles of silver ripples were born at his fingertips, and finally gathered into mysterious magic circles - everything seemed to happen in an instant - the air gathered into tiny particles, like water droplets, they merged with each other, and finally formed a silver clockwork fairy suspended in mid-air.

It was a silver bee.

A construct that belongs only to him.

Under Fang He's probing gaze, this delicate construct carefully stretched out its cicada-wing-thin wings from under its shell, then gently flapped them - and flew into the air.

Then, in the rain, dew and mist, it dissipated and turned into silver liquid again, returning to the most basic particles.

Fang He looked at his magic glove in disbelief. He even turned it left and right, but the glove did not change at all from beginning to end.

"This is……"

Creation.

And it's more powerful than ever.

Fang He finally realized something and couldn't help but look at Kuivenlar beside him.

But the Elf King just looked at him silently, his eyes full of admiration and smiles. After a long while, he spoke:

"You've got me a surprise, Ed."

"Mr. Quvenlar, but I still don't quite understand..." Fang He seemed to have woken up from a dream, in which he saw all kinds of bizarre things.

But he still couldn't understand what the origin of the creation configuration was?
“Origin, birth and creation, this is the first law.”

"The earth, the sky, and the stars. This is the second law."

"Mountains, oceans, and living things. This is the third law."

"The process of creation is the process of Ataria's birth," Kwivenlar answered slowly, "This is exactly how the Creation Configuration explains the origin of the world. This is its law."

"Once you understand it, you will gain power from the law," he continued. "This is the original form of Creation. You can follow this path and reproduce it with mortal means."

"But this is your path, Eddard, not mine," the Elf King smiled. "This may be a world that I will never understand, and I will never see the day when the road opened up by the civilization of the mortal world will lead to an endless future."

He paused. "But I still have one request, Ed."

The descendants of the Holy White still exist in this world, and the Holy White Tree has not withered forever.

Even though the stars no longer shine upon them, they still walk in this world, gazing at the familiar starry sky and looking forward to the same future.

"Go help them," Kwenral said softly, "Help my descendants get through this difficult time, Ed."

Fang Plover nodded slightly.

Regardless of whether it was for the gift or for Miss Attila, he would do it without hesitation. Even if the Elf Lord didn't say so, he would still do it.

Kuvenlar was relieved. "Thank you, little one. But I was planning to use the remaining time to teach you how to understand the laws of creation, but now it seems that it is no longer necessary."

He couldn't help but shook his head. "Besides, that was your own effort, not my help. I promised Ms. Aimaya, so in that case, I will teach you something else--"

Fang He was stunned and couldn't help but look at the Elf King. He really couldn't think of what else this Man of Light could teach him besides the field of craftsmen and ancient alchemy?
After all, this is not the time when Odin and the others were. At that time, he was still a rookie and knew nothing about combat skills, but now he no longer lacks knowledge in this area - any more knowledge he needs to learn through observation and experience.

But he has no plans to pursue further studies in those areas.

However, Kuvenlar did not answer, but only said: "Go and rest for a while and look at the changes that have taken place in yourself. We still have plenty of time."

Fang He didn't know what this sentence meant, but it was always his good habit to follow good advice, and he really wanted to know what happened between him and Miss Tata.

When he walked to the side and subconsciously opened his Dragon Knight system to take a look, he couldn't help but jump in shock:
"what?"

I saw that the column related to his basic attribute intelligence attribute evaluation had the following written in the most conspicuous position:

Computing power: 442 (3439)

What is this? Fang He was confused. Where did the number in the brackets come from? What was going on?

...(End of chapter)