Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2777: 1523: Speculation and Unfathomable Mysteries_2

Leo Ray thoughtfully reviewed the information he had gathered from the ancient tome and turned to Moli with a question.

“Did Uncle Charlie make it through? I remember well that Uncle Charlie is the brother of Father King, forever stationed at the borders of the Silver Fire Kingdom alongside those other Human Kingdoms.”

Fei’er gave Leo Ray a firm nod of confirmation, “Your Majesty surely remembers, back in the Silver Moon Era, the Silver Fire Kingdom ruled over the Ancient Human Tribes as the supreme power, yet other Human Kingdoms still existed.”

Upon hearing Fei’er’s explanation, Leo Ray nodded in contemplation.

Fei’er spoke truly; take Elder Bing, for instance, who hailed not from the Silver Fire Kingdom but from a land called Eternal Winter.

However, these details serve as mere side notes; Fei’er’s verification strengthens my prior suspicion even more—it appears a parallel universe truly does exist.

Moreover, another intriguing aspect arises from the venue number provided by the guiding voice, indicating that parallel universes extend far beyond this single one.

“Your Majesty, one thing baffles me greatly: given the differing time flows between there and here—where one day for us equals ten days for them—shouldn’t thirty thousand years have elapsed there since the Era of Blankness, making it impossible to align with our three Thousand Years of the Starry Era?”

Fei’er paused in thought, then furrowed her brow and posed the question.

“That’s exactly what has me stumped too, and what baffles me further is whether the guiding voice accelerated the time flow there or decelerated it here, resulting in this anomaly?”

Leo Ray rested his chin on his hand, reflecting deeply as he spoke, “The key issue remains: why would the guiding voice arrange this? Or perhaps it wasn’t the guiding voice’s doing at all?”

“Your Majesty speaks wisely; there has to be a purpose behind it, likely tied directly to the Era of Blankness.”

Fei’er lightly bit her lower lip, lost in reflection, “On that note, Your Majesty, you once mentioned numerous other realms with environments and landscapes unlike ours—how do we account for that?”

“It’s yet another major puzzle weighing on my mind.”

Leo Ray stood up from his chair and began to walk back and forth slowly, “What we know for sure right now is that those areas share the exact same time flow as ours.”

Leo Ray’s certainty stemmed from two factors: firstly, after double-checking the arrival times of the Otherworldly Lords summoned by his followers, they all synced perfectly with our own.

Secondly, the Young Family siblings had verified from other plateaus that the days they’d endured since arriving matched ours precisely, confirming the timelines were in full harmony.

“So, parallel universes exhibit varied time flows, while those separate realms maintain perfect consistency with us?”

Fei’er massaged her temple gently, her brows knit as she admitted, “I must confess, it’s truly intricate.”

“In fact, you’ve overlooked a vital element: in parallel universes under the gaze of Deities, no Otherworldly Lords ever arrive—which stands in stark contrast to both those separate realms and our own.”

Leo Ray lightly snapped his fingers and summarized, “Therefore, we can view it another way: wherever Otherworldly Lords descend, time flows align completely, but where they don’t, discrepancies emerge.”

“Your Majesty’s insight clears it up considerably.”

Fei’er nodded in understanding and then inquired, “If so, it seems the other realms where Otherworldly Lords have arrived could well be near us, as commonly believed, divided merely by immense, uncrossable seas.”

“We can’t confirm that fully just yet, though it stands as the most logical theory at present.”

Leo Ray halted his pacing and returned to his seat, shaking his head in resignation, “Regrettably, our leads are far too scarce to draw a firm conclusion.”

“Indeed, the deeper our deductions go, the more enigmatic the Era of Blankness appears.”

Fei’er let out a heavy sigh, her gaze dropping sorrowfully, “Forgive me, Your Majesty, for forgetting so much; had I not, I could assist you more effectively in unraveling these mysteries.”

“How could I hold that against you? Remember, without your aid, the Chosen Son of the Malevolent Deity might have wiped out the entire Human Clan.”

Leo Ray regarded her guilty expression, then shifted the conversation, saying, “Incidentally, there’s another matter requiring your expertise.”

With that, Leo Ray outlined the situation regarding the Broken Valley Alliance to Fei’er.

Should a method exist to revert the looks of old Gary and the other mighty members of the Broken Valley Alliance, combined with their shared history, they would surely form unbreakable allies.

Failing that, their Dead Spirit-like appearances could spell disaster for them.

In such a scenario, even their willingness to ally might prove more harmful than helpful to us, since associating with Dead Spirits could tarnish reputations—despite old Gary, now awakened, having surpassed that cursed state.

“I see, that’s no challenge for me, particularly with Your Majesty’s blessings restoring me to full strength.”

Fei’er beamed with assurance and replied, “Though channeling through skeletons is exceedingly uncommon, as Your Majesty recalls, a city in the Silver Fire Kingdom once faced something akin; kindly guide me to the Broken Valley Alliance, and I’ll impart the unique incantation to restore their normal forms.”

“Excellent, then we’ll head out right away.”

Leo Ray showed no delay and nodded to Fei’er.

Leo Ray knew full well that, following the demon confrontations, two pressing duties awaited him.

The first involved rehabilitating the appearances of the Broken Valley Alliance’s powerhouses.

The second was revitalizing the Life Force within the Treant Forest, to rouse leaders like Shuert and the diligent Treants once more— a task so urgent he hadn’t even summoned Frank to probe the caverns.

“As Your Majesty commands, I can’t wait to behold this world lost to time!”

Fei’er nodded vigorously, her face alight with excitement and zeal.

Before long, as Leo Ray escorted the thrilled Fei’er into the Ice Stone City Command Hall, they found Moli chomping on a Frost Lamb Leg bigger than her own head.

“Hey, human kid, you’ve returned! Got any tasty treats for me?”

Spotting Leo Ray, Moli, though still recovering, bounded over with eagerness.

Before Leo Ray, wearing a wry smile, could respond, Moli eyed the stranger Fei’er and questioned him, “Who’s this little one?”

As she spoke, Moli puffed out her chest to appear more imposing, since among the group—save for short elves like Broy and tiny fairies like Crisis—she was the smallest, a constant source of irritation; encountering Fei’er, who reached only to her ear level, Moli seized the chance to play the elder.

“Your Excellency, shouldn’t you present yourself before inquiring about my name?”

Fei’er creased her brow slightly at Moli’s term, hands on hips as she retorted, “It’s possible I’m older than you are.”

“Older than me? You realize I’m over eight hundred years old!”

Moli struck a superior pose, giving Fei’er’s shoulder a pat, and declared, “You’ve got solid power; from now on, you can address me as big sister!”

“Is that so? Yet I’ve surpassed a thousand years, so by your logic, wouldn’t you call me big sister?”

Fei’er arched her brows subtly and offered a sly smile.

“What? That can’t be!”

Moli nearly let her roasted lamb leg slip from her grasp, her face etched with shock.

Witnessing the scene, Leo Ray could only smile in resignation, but just then, startling news arrived.