Chapter 186 The Whisper

The more new truths Hao Ren uncovered, the more he believed that the god-slaying event of ten thousand years ago was far from simple. Especially after learning some things about the true gods, he felt that the fall of the Dream Plane's Creator Goddess was full of questions.

Even if the rebellious sons obtained a weapon that could instantly kill gods, they themselves were not gods.

And the Godslayer Sword needed someone to use it to be effective.

No matter how powerful the sword was, it would be meaningless if its wielder couldn't even reach the Creator Goddess. And in the illusion brought by the golden disc, Hao Ren clearly saw that the Creator Goddess didn't resist at all; she allowed the assassin to plunge the sword into her body.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to figure these things out no matter how hard we try," Hao Ren said with a wry smile, rubbing his head. "I even think that the Creator Goddess was seeking death at that time. The expression on her face before she fell was completely calm, as if she had known all along that this would happen, and even knew the historical trajectory after it happened. She also said a few inexplicable words to me, and I could only understand one: 'forgive.' Tsk tsk, this all shows..."

"It all shows that she had arrangements," Raven 12345 interjected. "Although she wasn't a qualified god in terms of power, she should at least have some wisdom. But we have too little information at hand to deduce why she actively sought death at that time. The biggest clue at present is still this sword."

Hao Ren's attention returned to the Godslayer Sword. After learning about its nature, he looked at the sword with even more caution. This was a part of the Dream Plane! It was a weapon made from a piece torn from the world! And more importantly, it came from the Dream Plane fifty million years ago, before the collision with the surface world. This was a fragment of the original world—Hao Ren instinctively felt that this "material issue" was crucial.

Of course, compared to this problem that he couldn't even begin to investigate, he was more concerned about one thing: who forged this sword?

"It definitely wasn't created by those godslayers," Hao Ren said, stroking his chin. "They don't have that ability, and the material of this sword comes from before the great collision fifty million years ago. At that time, the godslayers weren't even liquid yet."

Raven 12345 sneered, "Of course they don't have that ability. Tearing off a piece of the world and compressing it into a weapon involves complex information conversion. This is the domain of gods. If those rebels could really do this, they wouldn't need to kill gods to become gods. This thing was most likely created by an existence comparable to the Creator Goddess, but this existence is not a god, because there is no divinity on this sword."

"The 'whispering voice' in the minds of the godslaying race?" Hao Ren immediately reacted, and also remembered the culprit that caused the demon hunters to fall into a state of madness. "When the demon hunters were affected by this sword, they also heard something similar to a 'whisper,' it should be the same force—this sword controlled the godslayers at the beginning, and now it has affected the demon hunters."

Raven 12345 nodded slightly. "The possibility is extremely high. This 'whispering voice' is probably the power form of that mastermind... at least one of the power forms. But one thing is very unpleasant, the negative forces on this sword seem to have completely dissipated, otherwise I could have 'interrogated' a lot of things."

As the goddess sister spoke, she casually swung the black longsword around, cutting out terrifying cracks in the surrounding space. But obviously, this dangerous weapon that could cause the disaster of madness was just an ordinary weapon with relatively strong lethality in her hands.

"The negative forces have dissipated?" Hao Ren stared. "The whispering voice is gone too?"

"It has assassinated a true god once, and then encountered the explosion of the God Realm, crossed the Wall of Reality, and was sealed twice in the disaster of madness. The second seal was still bound by psionic energy. After so much consumption, I'm already surprised that there is still a trace of fierce weapon aura left on this sword," Raven 12345 said, suddenly handing the longsword to Hao Ren. "Of course, not everything has dissipated. If the 'whispering voice' you said is really just some nonsense, then it does exist. You can experience it."

When Hao Ren saw that the other party actually handed over this dangerous thing so carelessly, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and jumped back more than a meter on the spot: "Hey, wait! Keep that thing away from me! I'm not you!"

"Look at how cautious you are, I'm thoughtful, okay?" Raven 12345 glared. "I'm telling you to hold it, just hold it. Stop talking nonsense!"

Hao Ren saw the other party's confident look, and then mustered up his courage to step forward and carefully grasped the hilt of the dark sword.

Then his whole body shook—after the shock, he found that nothing had happened.

"Eh? Nothing happened?" Hao Ren looked at the hand holding the hilt in surprise. He had even prepared to break his wrist like a hero just now, but at this time he realized that this thing was just a bit cold. The feeling in his hand was like holding an ice cube. Apart from that, it had no weight at all. If it weren't for the real touch in his hand, he would hardly believe that he was holding something.

Not to mention that this was still a fragment of the world, a fragment of the world! How could it be weightless?

"Because the world itself is weightless. The concept of 'weight', or 'mass', is only valid within the world. When you hold this sword, you are equivalent to standing outside the world. If the world view is different, where does the weight come from?" Raven 12345 rolled her eyes, mercilessly revealing Hao Ren's ignorance. "And don't just study whether this thing is heavy or not. Do you feel like something has been added to your mind?"

Hao Ren immediately concentrated his mind, and then suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. The longsword almost slipped from his hand.

A voice, or rather a thought, was echoing in his mind!

This was the "whispering voice." It was so weak that it was almost imperceptible. If you listened carefully, you would find that it was not a voice at all. It was a force similar to thought. It was directly surging in the depths of his mind, like a piece of information directly imprinted into the spiritual world. Hao Ren was startled by this thing that suddenly appeared in his mind, but he quickly calmed down: because he found that his thoughts were not affected.

The "whispering voice" was just constantly conveying a bunch of thoughts in his mind. If you carefully distinguish it, you can "hear" all kinds of negative, hatred, and bewitching voices. However, apart from these voices, these "whispers" did not really affect his thinking at all.

And under normal circumstances, these thoughts shouldn't just be nagging in the brain. It should directly implant into the depths of the victim's mind and become a part of the victim's thinking.

"This is the 'whisper'?" Hao Ren's mouth twitched. "Can it control people's hearts just by nagging so much? Too weak..."

Although a thought that nags directly in the mind is very goosebumpy, nagging alone is not enough to distort people's minds—at least it can't deal with a demigod's mind like Hao Ren. Its only lethality is that it's annoying...

"I told you, its negative forces have dissipated, and now what's left is this thought," Raven 12345 said, crossing her arms. "Of course it can't affect you, because its energy has completely dried up. But for ordinary people, this thing is still a bit harmful: after all, this voice is relatively annoying."

She paused after saying this, and her eyebrows raised slightly: "Do you know what this means?"

Hao Ren was still trying to distinguish what the thing in his mind was saying, and subconsciously replied, "What does it mean?"

"It means that the sword itself has no evil attributes, which means that its killing tendency and its power to corrupt the minds of mortals are the result of later infusion," Raven 12345 said briskly. "Just like the electrical energy in a battery, now these things are exhausted, so anyone holding this thing doesn't have to worry about being spiritually bewitched anymore. The guy who made this weapon at the beginning didn't take those godslayers seriously at all. 'He' didn't even expect those godslayers to survive, so 'He' created such a disposable 'charging' weapon for those guys. Tsk, I'm afraid those rebels have always regarded this thing as a treasure of the clan."

Hao Ren suddenly understood, and then smiled wryly: "But those unlucky demon hunters were almost tortured to death by the last bit of energy remaining in this sword."

"This is the domain of gods. A small accident and mistake will almost destroy a race, and sometimes even destroy a world..." Raven 12345 said seriously, but suddenly changed the subject and looked at Hao Ren. "Also, about this sword, even if this thing is only left with an empty shell, it is still a good thing. At least as a weapon, it is indestructible, so you can keep it."

Hao Ren was stunned: "Ah?"

Raven 12345 continued to smile: "Now this is your saber. How is it? Does it feel cool?"