Myriad Devils-Chapter 265: Concocting something brilliant

His words brought a bright smile to Astaria’s face.

Seeing such a dazzling smile, Anon’s grin grew wider, and he looked toward her, asking, "So, how do I go about nurturing a paradisical soul?"

Tilting her head, she asked instead, "Weren’t you so determined to stick in one corner of the universe and consolidate your otherworldly ascension?"

Anon nodded in agreement, saying with a pleasant expression, "Spending eight hundred and seventy-seven years meditating under the World Tree is enticing, and it’s something that I do wish to do."

There was nothing wrong with being cautious, and that was his intention from the moment he succeeded in his otherworldly ascension.

The Omniscient Saintess granted him immense security.

He was almost guaranteed to be safe during his otherworldly consolidation if he opted to meditate under the World Tree for that stretch of time.

However, he thought of his own logical conclusion, and then he thought back to his otherworldly ascension, which was similarly deemed impossible and improbable by the Human Lord.

Leaning over the table slightly, he squinted his eyes when looking at Astaria and did not hide his true core of thoughts, "Back then, my otherworldly ascension was deemed to be impossible by my father..."

"But he went on to say that I’ll become a threat, even to him, by succeeding." Anon snickered lightly, "Yes, I do believe in caution. Being cautious is a smarter, more logical pathway, but to succeed in doing something illogical once more... this is a path I must leap toward."

His path led him to confront the incomprehensible.

His success or demise would directly correlate to whether his path would then come to an end, or truly unfurl before his eyes.

But to reach that point, and to have any chance of confronting the incomprehensible, his journey leading up to that point had to be an inconceivable one.

Astaria pursed her lips in thought.

The existence that sat opposite to her was of a lesser existence, but she completely understood...

’He is brilliant, and even more brilliant than one can imagine.’

Yes, this was her husband.

It was only natural for a wife to be proud of her husband.

They had even shared a single consciousness, consummating their marriage the Elven way.

Though he had not kowtowed to the World Tree, the union of souls was the most important Elven tradition when consummating a marriage.

More than that, due to his inherent nature, she understood that the Elven tradition of kowtowing to the World Tree was not something he would do.

"Logically, it is impossible, yes. But, my dear, I think you’re missing something here," she said whilst pointing at her chest, "On the most fundamental level, cosmic logic cannot define you."

"You do not even cultivate like others, so why would being a Primary-Level Dimension Lord to nurture a paradisical soul matter to you?"

Thrum!

These words reverberated through his mind almost as violently as the explosion that created the universe, and in truth, it was really akin to a universe unfolding within his mind.

Her words caused his eyes to widen, allowing him to see for the first time.

’Yes, yes... why trap myself within the confines of cosmic logic?’

’With the passing of forty-six cosmic cycles, and the birth and destruction of innumerable otherworldly creatures, this logic has been cemented as law, but has there been one such otherworldly creature similar to me?’

It was true that knowledge was a double-edged sword. So easy it was to limit oneself within such a thick layer of logical confinement.

Since he had already decided to follow through with her suggestion, her words only served to augment his determination in nurturing a paradisical soul.

"A paradisical soul would allow me to forge a Level Five Willpower rather easily, and you said I would be capable of instantly consolidating my otherworldly ascension as well?" Anon voiced his thoughts, "However, to go about nurturing this paradisical soul... I’ll need your help."

He had no idea what she was thinking, and even less of an idea about nurturing a paradisical soul.

"In the coming years, an opportunity to nurture a paradisical soul will present itself," Astaria calmly revealed words capable of driving Dimension Lords mad.

Anon’s eyes lit up as well.

What a beautiful woman she was, his love.

However, the tone of her voice quickly grew more concerning.

"In truth, for you, my dear, nurturing a paradisical soul would be a simpler matter than actually grasping this opportunity." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Sighing, she continued by saying, "There will be some troublesome entities battling for this opportunity. Of which, the most troublesome will be the Temporal Investigators and Primary-Level Dimension Lords."

"Primary-Level Dimension Lords?" Anon muttered and thought back to the Elven Envoy, Elandriel.

He was not too terrified of meeting a Secondary-Level Dimension Lord. Even though they were more powerful than him, once they confronted him in the cosmic space, he was confident in escaping with his life.

But a Primary-Level Dimension Lord?

Much less multiple, only one was likely enough to obliterate his body.

Back then, didn’t he feel threatened, hence why he was so subtly aggressive with Elandriel?

It was due to the strength of a Primary-Level Dimension Lord.

He remained silent for some time, deep in thought.

The more powerful one became, the simpler one became.

Throughout mortal existence, there were more than one instance where the weak outsmarted and defeated the strong.

Though vast disparities existed between them, no matter how vast the disparity was, it was all within the bounds of mortal existence.

In the realm of the otherworldly, the strong could be more daft than the weak, but the weak will never be capable of outsmarting the strong.

With a single glance, the strong could completely see through the weak.

Unless one was an incomprehensible existence, then scheming and conspiring was absolutely a meaningless action.

Then again...

Anon looked at the pinnacle of beauty that sat opposite him.

If there was anyone who could scheme, shouldn’t it be the omniscient one?

Looking at Astaria with such thoughts, the latter did not need to deduce much to understand such a gaze.

"Indeed, dear husband, the matter of grasping this opportunity is inherently complex, but unraveling a path to success is not impossible or improbable for your wife."

The more she spoke, the more beautiful she became in his eyes.

He really liked knowledge, and he had come to love power even more. Now, there was an existence of utmost beauty that assisted him in grasping both...