Firefly Journey

Chapter 337 Technology is the ladder of progress (1)

"You said you couldn't open a spatial passage directly and asked me to wait here. I'd like to know, how exactly will I get back?"

These past few days, Lin Yuanran has been thinking that even someone as detached as Blawich cannot directly activate spatial teleportation, which means that the magical power required to activate this kind of magic is astronomical and extremely difficult to achieve. Even the Grim Reaper needs to rely on external forces to cast it.

In the heart of the lake, the deep voice of Death resounded.

"You don't need to worry about that. I have never broken a promise before. Magic exists on the ancient continent. For thousands of years, all races have believed that it is the only way to become stronger, and I have always believed so too."

"Until two hundred years ago, the god of machinery and technology appeared out of nowhere. He studied alchemy and successfully developed various mechanical creations, which greatly facilitated daily life."

"Gradually, alchemical creations were used in war, but this was not His intention. He strictly warned and ordered the members of 'Mechanical Wings' not to sell weapons to outsiders."

Lin Yuanran listened attentively, thinking to himself that the Eighth Ancestral God was still a peace lover. The alchemical weapons were powerful, and if they were widely used in war and mass-produced, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“But I have seen it in the State of Chu.”

"The Chu Kingdom was the weaker party, and it was my instruction that they were able to purchase alchemical weapons."

"Huh?" Lin Yuanran was quite surprised. If Death was secretly helping in this matter, wouldn't that mean that the Empire's Eastern Expedition could never have won from the beginning?

Pope Blair is His incarnation. He said he was watching my attitude, but in reality, He knew all along that I would lean towards the State of Chu.

The appearance of the undead army, and even its eventual manifestation...

"Don't be surprised, I'm just maintaining the balance on the mainland."

Returning to the previous topic, the driving force behind alchemical creations is magic power. This magic power originates from nature, is accelerated and stored through alchemical technology, and then used to activate alchemical weapons. When you entered the city, you should have seen those things they called mechs; their energy source is also natural magic power.

Lin Yuanran thought to himself, "I understand, this is just a battery."

"Recently, I contacted the God of Machinery and Technology. After discussion, He will use alchemy to gather magical power above Chernobog to help me open a spatial passage."

"At that time, you won't have to do anything. As long as you are in Chernobog, you will be automatically absorbed. Of course, I will remind you at that time."

I was originally planning to give you specific instructions before you left, but since you're so curious, I'll just tell you all at once.

When passing through spatial passages, a natural phenomenon called a spatial storm occurs due to the barriers between 'worlds'. If one is not careful, one can be swept away and reduced to ashes.

You don't need to worry; my power will protect you until you return home safely. Also, summoning magic has a very high degree of randomness, so I cannot guarantee 100% that you will return to your original timeline.

"What do you mean?" Lin Yuanran frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

"I am still affected by the barriers between worlds, and I cannot interfere too much in other worlds."

No matter how old you were when you were summoned, your return won't be a seamless transition to the next moment. You might return to infancy or become an elderly person. However, your memories won't be erased, nor will your realm. You will still possess magic, which can be considered a small compensation for the hasty summoning.

I'm truly sorry, but I had to do this for the sake of my world.

Lin Yuanran understood. It turned out that this summoning spell was a huge trap. It could only guarantee that he would return to where he came from, but it couldn't guarantee that he would still be eighteen years old when he returned.

If he were only a few years younger, that would be fine, but if it were fast-forwarded by decades, what would be the point of him going back? Family, friends, relatives...

Lin Yuanran dared not think any further, but now that things had come to this, there was no other way but to go back first and hope that a cruel scene would not unfold.

However, Blawich said that magic power can be inherited to the original world and that realm is not restricted by space. Does this mean that before he came to the Pan-Ancient Continent, there was already extraordinary power in his original world, but he just didn't know it?

Combined with the previous appearance of Taiqing Daode Tianzun in the basement of Chu State...

Yes!

It's almost a certainty that extraordinary powers exist on Earth. Taoist, Buddhist, and mythological legends, as well as Western vampire magic, are all real.

"Even if we fast forward a few decades, as long as I'm powerful enough, I can still make the future develop in the direction I want!"

Lin Yuanran clenched his fist, full of confidence.

"Once I become stronger, I will not only be able to move mountains and fill seas, but I can even open up spatial passages again!"

"Perhaps then, I can come back to see her..."

"I understand. There's still one more question: Will the magical artifacts I obtain in the Pan-Ancient Continent be like my cultivation level, unbound by the rules of space?"

“Most of them are possible,” Death said.

“Magic artifacts are sustained by magic power. If magic power can continue to exist, then magic artifacts can too. However, ancestral artifacts are quite special. Strictly speaking, they are imbued with magic power by us and bear our imprint. The rules of space will reject our aura, thus making them unusable.”

Lin Yuanran said, "I see. After I go back, 'The Sun' will no longer be usable. Do you want to take it back?"

"What I give away, there's no reason to take back. Since the sun has been given to you, it belongs to you, and I have no right to interfere."

Furthermore, not only the sun, but you also won't be able to use the 'mask' once you go back.

Does the mask refer to "Thousand Illusions"? It's unusable either, could it be...?

"Could it be that 'Thousand Illusions' is the ancestral artifact of the Deathwhisper Grove, 'Brawich's Mask'?"

"good."

Lin Yuanran was flattered and quickly said, "These...they are too precious, I can't accept them!"

"I've said it before, there's no reason to take back what's given away."

"But I've heard that only the Popes of all ages have been able to possess the sun."

What do you think I mean?

"Oh? But I'm leaving soon."

"Don't overthink it. Although the name Blair will no longer exist in the future, as long as I am here, the lineage of the Holy See will not be cut off. You can rest assured."

"There's one last question. I want to ask, does my transmigration count as usurping someone else's place? If so, what about the original owner..."

“I know what you’re worried about. Don’t worry, without your arrival, the boy from the small town wouldn’t have lived to see the following spring. He was overworked and malnourished, and his body was already beyond repair. I saw all of this, which is why I chose him as the vessel to receive you. You don’t need to feel guilty.”

Lin Yuanran immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

If the original owner was in perfect health and forcibly merged with someone else's soul, that would be tantamount to being a murderer, and in that case, he would feel guilty.

Fortunately, Death was very upright and used a sickly body.

Are there any other questions?

"No, no more."

"Yes, you can contact me anytime through 'Sun' if you need anything. As for whether I've seen it or not, that's another matter."

As death gradually dissipated, it severed the connection.

Lin Yuanran looked conflicted, his expression complex.

To be fair, Brevich summoned him and treated him with the highest level of respect; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it an act of kindness and recognition.

But Lin Yuanran couldn't accept it. He couldn't be grateful for something that was imposed on him without even asking.

"Is there still one month left...?"

"I will see you soon."

Recalling his parents' faces from his memories, Lin Yuanran shook his head, banishing all thoughts from his mind. Now, his identity was simply that of a wanderer about to return home, nothing more.