"Isn't this terrible?" Huang Rong asked, somewhat flustered. "The heavens we worship might be our enemies or something."
"Please rest assured! You don't need to worry about this for now." Su Han said this and then fell silent. He didn't explain why there was no need to worry.
However, the intelligent people in the council had already gleaned enough information from Su Han's words.
"It's because our world level is relatively low, and our world consciousness cannot evolve to that level." Conan pushed up his glasses, his mind filled with countless thoughts. "Another possibility is that there might be a problem with the world, and the Speaker of the Council will show that possibility in the story stars."
"Since this problem didn't occur in the story's stars, then the world itself shouldn't have any problems either."
Conan felt that this was most likely the truth.
Of course, to truly confirm this matter, we must wait until the person whose Heavenly Dao is in trouble joins the Misty Space and gains a deeper understanding before we can make a confirmation.
"Chairman of the Council." Ying Zheng's thoughts were in turmoil. He took two deep breaths to calm himself down. No matter what, at least his world was fine. He had now successfully completed the sacrifice.
He gazed intently at Su Han. "The transaction is complete. I still have many problems in my world! I'll take my leave now."
After nodding slightly, Ying Zheng's figure disappeared from the misty space.
Tang Hao watched this scene silently, his fingers gently stroking the back of the chair, his expression complex.
He originally thought that seeing the future was the greatest function of this misty space, but he had previously seen sacrifices to the heavens, communication with the will of heaven... and even the manifestation of the past of the world to which Ying Zheng belonged, the development of mankind... He suddenly felt that his previous guesses were too shallow.
"A peculiar council beyond all the heavens and myriad worlds! Above the mist. Here lies a secret too vast to describe! Above all worlds... It's even possible that the divine realm of our world, though of high status, cannot compare to the mist space in essence."
Tang Hao fell silent. Some things, the more you think about them, the more terrifying they become.
For example, he had already finished reading Douluo Continent for the second time and came to a conclusion: the Asura God and Sea God that his son became at the end of Douluo Continent should be the top gods of his own world.
However, Tang San's future as a top-tier god was easily manifested by the Council Speaker… This not only shows that Tang San and the Council Speaker are not on the same level at all, but the fundamental difference is indescribable. It also implies that the so-called God Realm might be nothing in the face of the Misty Space…
Even if the Misty Space is just a meeting place casually created by the Speaker...
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Chapter 189 Number Nine is the god served by the ancient civilization of the Ultraman Tiga world (Fourth update)
"This is so interesting! It's more interesting than I ever imagined!" Boros suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and tinged with excitement.
"I wonder what it would feel like if those so-called fallen gods were to fight each other?"
"Isn't that a bit too arrogant?" Weber stared at Boros speechlessly. After careful consideration, he cautiously spoke, "If Saitama joined the council, he might have the right to say that, but you..."
Saitama gives the impression that there is nothing in his way but the heavens. Yet, he can utterly destroy it with a single punch.
Even though Boros is incredibly powerful, possessing the ability to destroy planets... Waver still doesn't believe that the heavens of his world have fallen, or that he can defeat them.
"This has nothing to do with arrogance!" The white-bearded man stroked his crescent-shaped mustache and chuckled. "Men of the sea fear no challenge. We'll just take it one step at a time!"
"If you encounter an enemy, then fight bravely. Why think so much?"
The more you think, the more afraid you become. It's easy to lose your confidence! Wouldn't it be better to use that time to drink? That's what Whitebeard meant.
With Whitebeard and Boros speaking, the tense atmosphere in the room did indeed dissipate considerably.
A look of helplessness crossed Daigo Madoka's face. He casually glanced to the side and suddenly saw Number Ten sitting quietly in his chair. He had appeared there at some point, calmly observing everything that was happening in the council.
"Number 10?" Daigo Madoka asked instinctively.
Su Han had a thought and asked Number Ten to reply, "What do you want from me?"
Daigo Madoka glanced subconsciously in the direction of the misty sky, the spot where Number Nine had appeared as light. He carefully asked, "Number Nine... are you familiar with him?"
"Number Nine?" Number Ten's words were rhetorical, but as always, they were devoid of emotion. "I'm not familiar with Him, and we're not on the same wavelength."
Conan sensed the coldness in Number Ten's words and knew that asking questions wouldn't yield much information. His eyes darted around. "By the way... Number Ten, do you usually travel through the void?"
“Except for the misty space.” Number Ten’s tone remained unchanged.
"So, Number Nine, whom you don't get along with, isn't in the void most of the time?" Conan revealed his true intentions.
Number 10 remained silent, but in this situation, silence was already the best response.
Conan looked puzzled. So, it's possible that Number Nine spends most of his time in one world? Or perhaps he travels between different worlds…
Su Han's gaze swept across the entire scene. Using his spatial powers, he discerned their thoughts and confirmed that the people present had roughly imagined a plausible scenario based on Number Ten's attitude. He immediately nodded slightly, and his figure vanished into the mist.
Number 10 also disappeared.
Each member of the council had their own thoughts. After a long while, Daigo Madoka sighed softly, "As expected... I had my suspicions before! Number Nine might have originated from my world."
"So... wait, why might Number Nine originate from your world?" Conan was momentarily stunned.
Could it be that the council chairman revealed some crucial information during his battle in the Qin's World? However, when he glanced at Waver, Whitebeard, and the others present, he found that they were also quite surprised.
“It was light,” Daigo Madoka placed his hand on his chest, his expression serious. “I could sense that light just now… it was far purer, more powerful, and more sacred than my light! The two were not even on the same level… but they must have originated from the same source.”
Conan's pupils dilated as he suddenly remembered that Number Nine had summoned Ultraman Tiga earlier.
Indeed, the reason why Number Nine uses the power of Ultraman Tiga is possibly because the Speaker of the Council entrusted Number Nine with Tiga's power, allowing him to use it in that other world.
But not only can Number Nine use the power of light, he can also summon Tiga's true form... This is very likely because Number Nine has a very deep connection with Tiga's world.
"What other guesses do you have?" Aizen asked calmly, but his heart was in turmoil.