The King of Black Fog

At this moment, a person stepped forward: "May I ask the Saint, how powerful is the Space Life Form? If it's also a Saint, why wasn't it intercepted?"

Li Changzhou glanced at this person and thought she was either Yang Qinglan or Yafeiluna. If Si entered the top three thousand, it might also be her.

——The Space Life Form has no subjective consciousness, it acts purely on Instinct.

The person wanted to ask more, but the others swarmed up, for they noticed that the Saint did not refuse to answer their questions.

"Saint, you mentioned the winner is among us, could you give another hint?"

——Not the strongest, nor the weakest.

The crowd pondered for a while and found it to be a useless statement.

Who there dared to claim they were the strongest? Who would admit they were the weakest? Unless they actually fought.

Even if they did fight, they wouldn't admit it, because the environment and game rules differ, always benefiting one side while disadvantaging the other.

But the Saint's words gave everyone hope—now, among the three thousand, they're sure the strongest and the weakest aren't the victors.

Still, it didn't stop the three thousand from thinking each one of them had a chance.

"Saint, how does one become a Saint?"

——By turning one's own will into Heavenly Will, one can become a Saint.

"How can one turn their will into Heavenly Will?"

——Better, but impossible.

The crowd wanted to ask more, but golden light enveloped the wooden boat, and it sailed into the time-locked area, as the player picked up a chess piece.

At this point, three thousand players realized that the figure in the purple robe had disappeared without them knowing.

They were back at the original purple space; a Teleportation vortex opened ahead.

"No task panel?"

"Is that the entire mission? No more information?"

"Assassinating All Saints is the ultimate task. Once completed, everyone becomes a winner; how could there be more information, notes, or rewards? Keep trying."

Some people left.

Some others were not resigned and tried to search for something in the space or loudly called out to see if the Divine Will Saint was still paying attention there.

Some players started to communicate with each other, planning to form teams.

As for the purpose of forming teams, whether to defeat other players first or to harm each other, it was an unknown.

Li Changzhou lingered for a while and found these people cunning, using cryptic language in their conversations, not revealing any of their own information, so he simply left.

Once back on Earth, he immediately took out the 'Prophet Bell.'

He blew a breath to enlarge it, and the bell turned into a large clock, completely enclosing him inside.

"Saints are unfathomable; unless they wish to be found, it's impossible to find each other without searching inch by inch, even for a Saint."

This is the original words of the Divine Will Saint, also verified in practice. Since that's the case, the quasi-Creation Artifact refined from the 'Prophet's' body is naturally unfathomable, too.

And Li Changzhou, hiding inside the Library, also becomes unfathomable.

The only problem is, it's quite stifling.

In the pitch-blackness, he still occasionally heard: "Of the Seven Sons of Jian'an, six died untimely deaths: five of plague, one had his entire family killed..."

"The light and heat radiation, and Energy Shock Wave from anti-matter, if transmitted in a wave pattern horizontally on a plane, it could concentrate the Shock Wave from all directions on the sphere onto one horizontal plane, increasing the Destructive Power by at least two magnitudes..."

After hearing it repeatedly, Li Changzhou showed a resigned expression.

Guanyin said, this expression looked very much like how she was when she aspired to enlighten all sentient beings.

Then Guanyin said: [Why not wear it on your body? Instead of sitting inside the clock?]

"... Is it because sitting inside the clock is more effective?"

[Do you think it's like a quilt? That you must cover yourself to stay warm?]

"I think there's definitely some purpose to it, so it must be better this way." Li Changzhou refused to admit.

"Sir." Yafeiluna's voice.

Li Changzhou quickly shrank the clock into a wind chime and hung it from his waist: "Come in."

Guanyin did not mock him, but simply smiled silently.