When Li Fufeng summoned Qi Jiu for another meeting, he was not surprised. Or rather, Bai Yi, who was orchestrating everything behind the scenes, was not surprised.
Joey’s displayed personality, the interests represented by the legacy of the last Spirit Forger, all the guidance up to this point, and the sudden events in the Roland Kingdom were designed to force various countries to exchange information and ultimately lead to cooperation with Joey through the chess pieces he had already planted in the intelligence.
In this process, the Heavenly Master of Divine Calculation card set was merely a double insurance that Bai Yi had prepared just in case.
The mission of the Heavenly Master of Divine Calculation was to find the Special Case Investigation Team of the Yao Country before the meeting, increase their inclination towards cooperation, and ensure everything followed his predetermined trajectory.
And the final outcome was indeed as he had anticipated.
When Qi Jiu met the petite Li Fufeng at the agreed tea house, he knew that this script had been completely performed, and the Heavenly Master of Divine Calculation’s cover had even gained a bit of reputation among the Yao Country officials, making their future statements more convincing.
—In fact, this was the primary reason why Bai Yi deliberately inserted the Heavenly Master of Divine Calculation into this script to play a minor role.
That strange version update countdown was something that couldn’t be ignored. If nothing happened when the time was up, even an eight-year-old child wouldn’t believe it.
Since it was certain that something significant would happen, the Heavenly Master of Divine Calculation card set needed to enhance its legend degree status. Only with sufficient reputation could their “prophecies” before the countdown be convincing.
This way, when something big was about to happen, the Heavenly Master of Divine Calculation’s cover could play its maximum role!
In the distant Yuanyang city, the youth by the window raised his eyes, his obsidian-like pure gaze quietly observing the sky wrapped in clouds. Between the layers of clouds, a crimson hint of burning flames vaguely seeped through, like magma surging within volcanic rocks split open.
His consciousness effortlessly divided, with one part steadily controlling the “Heavenly Master” Qi Jiu vest, calmly picking up the teacup on the table, drinking tea and conversing with Li Fufeng, constantly building his image and legend degree.
He heard Li Fufeng curiously ask how he knew Joey wouldn’t cause a big commotion in the Roland Kingdom, and couldn’t help but laugh. “Because Joey is myself.”
At the same time, in another city’s tea house, the Qi Jiu he controlled gave a profound and mysterious answer after a moment of surprise, leaving Li Fufeng stunned.
“—Because this is not allowed.”
The blue-robed Taoist spoke with absolute certainty.
In the apartment on the second floor, the youth by the window couldn’t help but turn the steel pen in his hand, revealing a mischievous smile.
At that moment, an extremely light whisper sounded in his ear, seemingly crossing the spatial distance of several cities, yet because of the mysterious connection between the cover and the main body, this whisper seemed to gently tap on his window frame. When his bewildered eyes unconsciously looked at the blue-robed Taoist sitting opposite him, it was as if asking the person hidden beneath this cover—
“Who is the one who does not allow all of this to happen?”
Bai Yi gently tapped the table, dispersing the illusion of that sound seemingly ringing in his ear, the corner of his lips curving slightly as he whispered, “Yes, who is this person?”
...After so many subtle preparations and descriptions, it was time to fabricate a suitable title and identity for the person who has always existed in the vest’s words, or rather, for his own never-appearing true self.
Bai Yi quietly cast his gaze into mid-air, attempting to freeload a title, “System, what do you think? With so many timelines, there must be a suitable identity and title for Bai Yi, right?”
He had casually spoken on a whim. Ever since learning his true origins and obtaining the Heavenly Master of Divine Calculation vest, Bai Yi’s intuition had become incredibly powerful, always guiding him in the right direction. But unexpectedly, the system actually had a ready-made answer for him to copy—
The moment the words left Bai Yi’s mouth, two distorted characters slowly emerged in mid-air.
Bai Yi looked at those two characters and remained silent for a second.
On the other side, the blue-robed Taoist also fell silent for a second, then softly read out those blurry, twisted characters, “White King...”
Amid the heavy atmosphere, he saw the blue-robed Taoist suddenly laugh freely, “Since the event has not yet occurred, there’s no need to start looking gloomy right now. A few months ago, we divined that we would meet a noble person, and indeed we subsequently met the Lord of the Heavenly Capital. He is already aware of the approaching Return to the Void and will not sit idle. If necessary, that sword renowned throughout the world, the Hanguang Sword, may be unsheathed.”
Li Fufeng’s heavy mood improved considerably. He solemnly accepted the other’s words.
He saw the blue-robed Taoist nod slightly and float up, and just as he was about to step out of the tea house, another figure naturally appeared beside him. Silk-brocade sleeves overlapped with the blue Taoist robe, and the two silhouettes disappeared from his view.
—It seemed this person had been silently observing their conversation in the tea house from beginning to end, while concealing their own existence.
Is this the Divine Calculator...?
Realizing this, Li Fufeng was slightly stunned, remembering what Shi Cheng had said about these two not being accustomed to interacting with people, and he felt he understood something.
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“White-King?”
Pondering the characters that had emerged in mid-air, the youth on the second floor of the apartment rubbed his chin, asking with great self-awareness. “This absolutely doesn’t sound like my naming style! It must be a title given by someone else. Maybe a follower...”
Thinking about the spontaneously organized Candlelight Society, he felt the person who coined this title was likely similar.
The characters in mid-air seemed to come alive, with a faint light radiating from the two characters.
Within this light, Bai Yi’s expression became increasingly subtle, as if countless voices flowed into his brain along the light. The unexposed panel’s “Rhythm of All Things” awakening suddenly surged, and all things in the world began to pour their stories to him.
“Expectation, yearning, hope, faith... I feel this title carries many emotions.”
...As if countless people had placed their hopes on him, thus transforming this title into a belief.
Countless fragmented, blurry images were transmitted across time and space. He vaguely heard “his own” voice, which was also fuzzy. “A name? Just call me ‘White’ is fine.”
—So, it was indeed a title added later?
—Was this the original timeline, the very beginning?
Just two characters, yet they gathered an unprecedented, extremely concentrated legendary status, as if this title had been spread and praised throughout infinite timelines, becoming a landmark etched into time.
The youth coded as “White”, in the initial timelines without a system, had exhausted all efforts yet failed to change the Return to the Void’s fate.
But everything he did led to him being crowned with the title of “King” by countless people—a title laden with expectations and hopes, condensing the legendary status of an entire time and space.
Then came the second timeline, the third timeline... This title, which condensed the legend degree of infinite timelines and was acknowledged by the beings of infinite timelines, had in some sense already carried a power that transcended a single time and space.
Although he should probably marvel at how impressive this was, but...
Thinking about how he had used his vest to glorify himself, and that originally, this title actually came from others’ mouths, spontaneously proclaimed by countless people, Bai Yi couldn’t help but puff out his cheeks.
“Feels like I’ve subtly lost somehow...”
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