Chapter 1114: Insight into the Essence of Racial Concepts and the Promise
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 1114: Insight into the Essence of Racial Concepts and the Promise
"Wait... wait! This item is far too precious!"
Mei Lind spoke up the moment she regained her senses.
"Is it really that precious? The Rebel Witches are already riding a planet made of World Origin Soil, hauling a bunch of World Cores toward your Main World. Don't underestimate their efficiency," Primal Witch Lilith said, waving her hand dismissively as if telling Mei Lind to stop looking like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
"What? The Rebel Witches... even witches at the level of World Lord have been stirred to action?!" Mei Lind’s expression grew even more stunned.
She was equally shocked by the sheer scale of Sheryl’s "connections."
"I’m not sure. Perhaps witches of that level are just joining in for the fun. In truth, most of it is just power of that caliber combined with Stellar Alchemy to create a Pseudo-World Heart. It can't compare to mine, of course," the Primal Witch said with pride.
In the Void, there was still no consensus on what to call the realms beyond the Saint Realm. Every individual who reached that stage followed a path that could not be replicated, making it impossible to pave a standardized advancement system for others to follow.
However, this was where the strength and heritage of the Witch race truly shone.
In reality, not every Truth Witch was an existence beyond the Saint Realm, nor was every witch beyond the Saint Realm a Truth Witch.
Perhaps she was just an ordinary Rebel Witch.
"Alright, I’ve recorded your report. You can handle the rest yourself."
Primal Witch Lilith waved her hand again, dispersing the crowd of witches who were still lingering to watch the spectacle. Many powerful witches held the Primal Witch in high regard; the stronger the witch, the deeper their respect.
Only a few of the newer generation—the "newborn calves" who didn't fear the tiger—lacked that awareness, casually calling her "Sister Lilith."
Once the crowd thinned, however, Mei Lind found herself surrounded by other witches.
The scale of the situation was simply too massive. Many witches wanted to understand the details, but even more wanted to strike up an acquaintance with Mei Lind.
Not every witch could make a name for themselves in the Void. Even establishing a Witch Academy required immense willpower and capability, not to mention a circle of friends and sisters willing to work alongside you.
Such a witch would be honored with the title of "Dean."
Though Mei Lind seemed like an "ordinary" member among the many Transcendent Witches, her status as the Dean of the Main World Witch Academy placed her above ninety percent of the Transcendent Witches present.
And Mei Lind did not reject them all.
The Void domain where the Main World resided could not belong solely to the Rebel Witches.
Since the Rebel Witches had already set the stage for the Coming-of-Age Ceremony, how could she, as the "host" of the Main World, remain indifferent?
If the Three Great Transcendent Races wanted to destroy the Main World and leave it in silence, then she would ensure the eyes of the entire Void were fixed upon it.
But doing so meant that Xiao Han would not only carry the title of the sole Heavenly Chosen hosting the Coming-of-Age Ceremony; she would also be the clarion call for the Main World’s first battle in the Void.
If the Main World wanted to become a brand-new "Void Domain" outside of the territories encompassed by the Great Witch World, the first thing it needed was fame!
A place without recognition was nothing but a wasteland.
The Rebel Witches were being so proactive not merely because Sheryl claimed Xiao Han had the potential of a Truth Witch, but because once the Main World’s name spread across the Void through the stage of the Coming-of-Age Ceremony, it would finally be qualified for the next step of development.
Constructing an entire Void Domain—from the most basic World Communities and the World Origin Soil planets of the Void Frontline to the walkways of the Void Teleportation Stations—required a staggering amount of resources.
At this level, even concepts like "worlds" and "planets" became basic raw materials.
She believed it wouldn't be long before this news spread and the other Transcendent Races learned the specifics.
The Main World would certainly not fall to something as simple as the "Staff of World Destruction Plan."
In this moment, Mei Lind seemed to understand the mindset of the Elders within the World-Casting Courtyard.
They didn't care, likely because they had the means to handle any fallout. But if things truly reached that point, the conclusion would be unsightly for everyone.
Since the matter had already gone public, there was no longer any need for underhanded tactics.
* * *
The Main World.
Inside the Witch Academy.
After leaving Dean Mei’s office, I began planning several matters.
I handed the [Transcendent Knowledge] of Dean Mei’s Great Weakening Spell to my Life Clone, who was in charge of the spellbook, so she could explore the "Great Ordinary Spell" while sparring with others.
Sister Bai and the Body Cultivation Clone began researching the foundations of "Perfect Human Body Cultivation." The first step was to create a method that would allow people to cultivate and awaken Body Cultivation on their own.
Meanwhile, my main body remained immersed in the Fool's Dream life experiment.
Regarding the summoning and transformation representing Primal Power within the Life Sequence, I still hadn't fully grasped the "Racial Concept" related to the exploration of consciousness.
Once I mapped out the complete Fool's Dream Life Sequence, the "Primal Progenitor of Fool's Dream" would be truly born!
"Primal" represents the manifestation of "power" within the Life Sequence, while "Progenitor" is the form born at the inception of a race.
Thus, at the birth of a race, the two are one: the "Primal Progenitor."
As I delved deeper into this so-called Life Sequence and "Primal Power," I began to feel a peculiar sensation—a sense of what a life form that transcends race should look like.
Or was the "Perfect Human" itself a concept that transcended the Life Sequence?
I was increasingly discovering that the Life Sequence itself was like a set of "clothes" worn by life.
Once life is established, it is like the birth of civilization.
Humans learned shame and put on clothes.
Similarly, when a race is born, it uses itself as the standard to define its stance, its kin, and its self.
The red lines of race are not to be crossed, but to understand the Life Sequence, one must inevitably step beyond that concept.
It is a shift in identity and belonging.
I was once a human, a person of the Main World, then I joined the Witch race. Now, I am creating myself, about to define the Fool's Dream race. If I wish, I can even embody the Primal Fool's Dream.
So... how should I define myself?
Human? Witch? Fool's Dream?
What is my stance...? This was a sharp, piercing question.
The reason I still cared about being human was that, since my birth, I had shaped my self-concept as a human. The stigma of "betraying humanity" was etched into the depths of my soul.
But... I had no sense of belonging in such a world.
Was I a person of the Main World?
It didn't seem so.
I was simply a life form without any roots.
The essence of having a kindred soul made me curious about witches; perhaps that was my first form of identification.
And now there was another reason: the people I cared about had also become witches.
For others, the question of racial stance was an easy multiple-choice question. For a lost soul like me, it was far too difficult.
If I had to choose one, for now, I would still stand firmly with the Witch race.
Words are useless. If everything could be explained clearly, there would be no conflict in the world.
The issue of belonging was the same. The deeper you researched it, the colder it became. What mattered more was... the feeling.
Yes!
The feeling.
The racial concept within consciousness is not a "shackle" or a "brand."
It is a feeling.
Any life form that believes bloodline and race are innate gifts simply lacks the power and skill to change them. But once the ability to change is mastered, the racial concept becomes nothing more than a feeling.
It is not a binding shackle, nor an indelible brand.
It is the "I believe" born from countless sensations, countless moments of belonging, countless promises, and countless acts of identification after a life is born.
In this moment, I seemed to understand why the "Witchification" granted by a Mana Source was a slow process.
With the skills I possessed, I even had the power to rapidly change the essence of a life, rewrite its bloodline, or even transform its appearance to make it someone else entirely.
But why did becoming a witch require a process?
Because the Witches did not need someone with a witch's body but an alien's heart. How would such a witch differ from a Betrayer Rebel Witch?
Thus, having glimpsed the relationship between racial concepts and life consciousness, I understood how to forge the racial concept of the Fool's Dream.
It was as if I were standing at the starting line and could see the finish line. Now... I had to build the bridge connecting the "foundation" to the "goal."
And that bridge was... the craft of shaping racial concepts!
To think was to act!
My form shifted into the Fool's Dream stance. After "Dreamification," my body dissipated from the Main World.
However, I did not enter the Primitive Dream Realm. Instead, I entered my own Soul Dream.
The sensation was bizarre, like a storage item placing its main body into its own internal space.
It should have been impossible, yet it was happening. This wasn't a metaphorical space, but a dream.
I had entered my own Soul Dream.
I fully embodied the form of a Fool's Dream creature, walking through Fool's Village.
Never before had I felt the pure power of the Land of Fool's Dream so clearly. It wasn't yet complete—at least, not in my eyes.
But now, I held the spark of inspiration to make it whole.
With every step I took, the surrounding Fool's Dream creatures seemed to feel the guidance of an indescribable power. They set aside their tasks and came toward me.
They crowded around me, their expressions filled with a longing that surpassed all words.
In this moment, they seemed to feel a "heartbeat," a pulse that made them feel the yearning of life for reality.
The power of the Land of Fool's Dream surged. The framework for the "Primal Great Fool's Dream Transformation Spell" was etched onto the Soul Dream, but it still lacked another "Authority."
To put it in the terms of a spellbook, it lacked the power of the "Primal Great Fool's Dream Summoning Spell."
At this point, I seemed to grasp the essence of the "Life Sequence." It was a form of power—a power symbolized by Authority.
It was a power that granted a race its Primal state. Power was the guarantee born to ensure a race's survival, but it was not the concept that determined why life was life.
People often said that to become true life and forge a new race, one would gain the Authority of transformation and summoning, receiving the true recognition of the Void.
But what the Void recognized was power. Power gave a race meaning, and meaning forged the race's Life Sequence, which in turn provided Primal Power.
It was a closed loop.
To this day, no existence could truly describe the concept of life—not even the Life Sequence.
The Void had no room for a race without power. What was the difference between a life without power and a dead object?
Therefore, "life" recognized by the Void was essentially life filtered by the Void. If you could survive in this Void, you were life recognized by the Void.
Transcendence permeated the Void itself; power was the root of shaping life.
The Fool's Dream creatures were existences that even the Life Sequence could not extend to, but the power of the "Land of Fool's Dream" built a bridge of strength for them, granting them a life accepted by the Void.
Everything had come full circle.
If the Life Sequence could not grant the Fool's Dream "Primal" power, then the Land of Fool's Dream would become their Primal Power!
Thus, the interpretation of the initial [Transcendent Knowledge] of the Land of Fool's Dream was no longer the simple "Creation of Life," but "Primal Power of Life"!
It was a pioneering path to create a "Dream Life Sequence" in an alternative way.
Though this path could not rival the concept of the "Life Sequence," it was enough to become a sanctuary where the Fool's Dream creatures could realize their dreams.
"As the Sage of Fool's Dream, it is time for me to open a path of life that belongs to you!"
My voice wasn't loud, yet it resonated throughout the entire Land of Fool's Dream.
It was as if I were responding to the inner expectations of every Fool's Dream creature, and as if I were fulfilling the promise I had made.
At the same time.
Inside various Witch Cat Cafes.
"Eh?"
The Fool's Dream creatures in the cat cafes all stopped what they were doing at the same time.
Whether they were resting, working, or mixing Fool's Dream drinks, they all paused in unison.
Because a familiar voice echoed in their ears.
"It's Sage Sister! Sage Sister is calling us!"
"Yay! It's Sage Sister~"
Seeing this simultaneous reaction from the Fool's Dream creatures, many customers were left bewildered.
They instinctively asked, "What's happening?"
"I'm sorry, customer! But this is really important to me. I have to return to the Land of Fool's Dream!"
"Sage Sister has come to take us back to the Land of Fool's Dream!"
"The Land of Fool's Dream?"
"Where is that? Why are you leaving all of a sudden?"
"What do you mean?"
While the customers were at a loss, Yu Le beside Dinah and Yu Cha beside Sheryl also felt the call of the Land of Fool's Dream.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going back to the Land of Fool's Dream! Sage Sister is going to fulfill the promise between us. Maybe... next time, I can come see you as a true life form! Wait for me~"
"Fulfill... a promise?"
Whether it was Sheryl, Dinah, or the other witches, they stared blankly at the tiny, silent bodies in their arms, falling into a long silence.
But in the end, they all offered a silent blessing.
To become life... that was the dream of the Fool's Dream creatures.
Parting... was for the sake of a better reunion!