Pirate Kingship-Chapter 746 - 485: Reverse Balance Hand, Meridian Sextant (6300)

"How could there be another ascension? And it's both the Mad Hunt and the Sea Hunter together?

My creator, are you kidding me?!"

Puppet King Louis hadn't yet recovered from the shock of Catherine's bloodline sublimation, promoting to a pure-blood Mithril Dragon, when he discovered Byron was also beginning his ascension.

He couldn't help but stand up abruptly from his chair, instinctively crushing the wine glass in his hand into powder.

A vein throbbed on his slightly wooden-textured brow.

"Wild Hunt Byron Lancaster, War Witch Violet; Sea Hunter Byron Tudor, Mithril Dragon Catherine, did you all plan this in advance?

Four people ascending, all in pairs. What do you think this place is, and what do you think my script is written about?

Is it a family-friendly story directed for a Prince and Princess?"

The Puppet King did not clearly know what specific requirements the promotion ceremony for the Fourth Order jobs of War Witch, Mithril Dragon, Storm Lord, or Pirate entailed.

But judging from the names of these professions and species, he could roughly infer a thing or two.

A certain resentment emerged in his heart, feeling as if he had been used as a stepping stone, a feeling of frustration that couldn't be swallowed or expelled.

He nearly spat out a mouthful of blood from his chest.

He started to somewhat doubt whether the legendary Child of Destiny and Foe of Past Lives in the prophecy domain were true.

The two antagonistic "Byrons" before him were precisely this situation.

Both Bayfolk, with the same name, of similar age, equally excellent female companions, with similar professions and orders, only differing in upbringing and faction.

Making it so that upon meeting, they would fight to the death.

However, the ending guided by the Probability Dice was for everyone to kill each other until mutual destruction.

One ascends, and the other follows, seemingly still adhering to the predetermined fate, merely maintaining a balance of power.

Thinking this, the Puppet King forcibly suppressed his impulse to descend onto the battlefield himself and take them all out in one sweep.

"Wait a bit longer, wait a bit longer, if the Puppeteer wants to continue growing, a grand puppet show must be directed by hand.

The earlier the intervention, the less effective the growth.

The Totem God controlling the Authority of Fertility has already appeared, I won't let her escape again.

No matter what unexpected events occur later, at worst, I'll step in personally and spend some effort to deal with each of them.

This is just a minor scene in the countless plays.

My goal is to become the King of Kings, even breaking the stage's 'fourth wall', to see the most authentic side of this world, and then use the Puppet Threads to control everything outside the wall!"

At this moment, Byron was naturally unaware of the Puppet King's schemes and ambitious plans.

Swoosh——!

The intangible and formless Spiritual Wind blew into his body.

And penetrated through every vein, nerve, muscle... connecting the flesh, soul, and even the external storm together.

With each breath, the nature of the Spiritual Radiance and his affinity for the storm were greatly enhanced.

In a moment of trance, Byron wondered if he had already melted into the wind, involuntarily calling out:

"From now on, I am the storm!"

"Whistling Deity's Descent" activated automatically, and all distracting thoughts vanished in an instant.

Replaced by a state of agility, like a newborn ignorant, yet with self-awareness.

The newborn "self" within his body opened its eyes, monitoring the state of both bodies from a third-party perspective.

Byron closed his eyes, and all his senses opened up.

The "self" expanded infinitely, connecting with the universe in an indescribable way, extracting countless complex pieces of information and feeding them back into his brain.

At this moment, he clearly felt that it was not an illusion; he and the storm above could no longer be separated, and all information about it was at his fingertips:

"Cloud base height 512 meters, cloud thickness 4293 meters, wind speed 32.6 meters/second, duration 2 hours 38 minutes and 13 seconds..."

Byron realized he seemed to have vaguely touched the next realm of spiritual cultivation [Unity of All Things].

In other words, becoming one with the whole world, "Unity of Heaven and Man"!

Of course, even if it was just a one percent fusion with the world, it would never be something a mere mortal could bear.

Once merged, a small human would instantly be assimilated by all things, and their essence as an individual would completely disappear.

At the very least, one must reach the Fifth Order of the False God and anchor the Immortal Stairway's profession before having the qualification to attempt the path of [Unity of All Things].

To truly reach one hundred percent "Unity of All Things", likely only the so-called Omniscient and Omnipotent Bound Creator could achieve.

The other Old Gods probably aren't as powerful as the Creator.

If they had this realm, they wouldn't have been drowned by the Great Flood during the Twilight of the Gods; a single Unity of All Things would anchor the entire Material World.

Byron was still far from the realm of "Unity of All Things", but very close to becoming one with the storm.

Not only because of the extraordinary profession of the Storm Lord but also due to the awakened Self God within him — the Thunder Deity.

Birthed from Divine Sight, "seeing the heavens, seeing all beings, finally seeing oneself".

The "God" born within everyone from self varies, representing one's nature.