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Chapter 1217: Chapter 494: Community of Shared Destiny

When Ron was gently enveloped by Nari’s tentacles, Aselia let out an untimely sigh from the depths of his consciousness.

"This Abyssal Apostle..."

The Dragon Soul’s voice carried an innate arrogance:

"Her possessiveness towards you is exceedingly strong; I can sense that the connection she has established with you is too tight."

"In Dragon Race culture, such behavior of deeply linking without permission is considered an extremely rude offense."

Though Aselia’s assessment was soft, in this realm dominated by Chaos Power, no spiritual wave could truly hide.

Nari’s tentacles suddenly stiffened, like a child engrossed in a game abruptly cut off from the internet, feeling stuck in their throat.

She didn’t get angry directly.

Such a primal and crude reaction no longer matched her current level of wisdom.

Instead, she responded in a more refined manner.

"My darling..."

Nari’s voice turned curious: "Where did you find such a beautiful ’old ice cube’?"

The tentacles swayed gently around Ron:

"It looks very hard, and very..."

She deliberately left the judgment hanging in the air:

"Very fragile. Wouldn’t it freeze and hurt you in your soul?"

Nari described Aselia as an "ornament."

Beautiful but useless, ancient yet fragile, even potentially harmful to Ron.

This was a more advanced form of contempt, not denying the other’s value but defining it as an "outdated existence."

Aselia remained silent in the depths of Ron’s consciousness.

Indeed, Nari’s words contained some undeniable truth:

No matter how glorious an era, it would eventually become dust of history.

To alleviate this subtle tension, Ron gently patted the wrapping tentacles:

"Mother, do you like the gift I prepared for you?"

As expected, Nari’s attention was immediately drawn back.

She pressed the crystal against her core, feeling the warm emotional waves within.

"Of course! This is the most precious gift Mother has ever received..."

In Nari’s existence, no one had ever truly created something for her.

Whether offerings, tributes, or sacrifices, they were all given for some purpose.

"Then in return..."

As the tide of emotions slightly calmed, Nari’s tone became lively again:

"Mother also wants to show my dear the latest creation!"

Her tentacles began weaving in the air, and the surrounding reality started rearranging according to a new set of laws.

.........

When the dizzying sensation of spatial distortion faded, Ron found himself in a wondrous space that defied common sense.

This was the "Chaos Playground" Nari created using the trait of "innate chaos."

A masterpiece of art perfectly merging paradox and beauty.

In the center of this garden, a waterfall was "falling" upwards towards the sky.

Silver-white water stream defying gravity, rushing from the ground to the clouds, with each droplet carrying a backward time fragment.

When these time fragments converged in the air, they formed brief historical visions.

Some were warm moments between Nari and Ron, others were more ancient Abyssal tales.

"This is the ’Memory Waterfall’."

Nari proudly introduced her masterpiece:

"Ordinary waterfalls are just monotonous water flow, but the Memory Waterfall makes time itself visible."

On the left side of the garden, a "Candy Forest" formed from pure emotions grew.

These "candies" presented various colors and shapes:

Deep blue melancholy cubes, golden joy spirals, dark red anger spikes...

"The taste of sadness is the most complex."

Nari picked up a deep blue cube, gently caressing it with her fingers:

"It has the depth of the ocean, the tranquility of a winter night, and... the sweetness of solitude.

Only those who truly understand the existence of loneliness can taste this sweetness."

But most impressive was the "Singing Coral Forest" deep within the garden.

These corals, based on flesh and blood, were transformed by Nari to obtain the ability to perceive visitors’ emotions and respond with music.

When Ron approached, the corals immediately began to play.

Warm chords represented security, lively melodies expressed belonging.

And those sacred notes akin to lullabies that can only be heard when truly loved.

"Look, child."

Nari explained, while showcasing these incredible creations:

"’Order’ and ’rules’ are merely toys, true power is being able to ’create’ rules at will."

Her words resonated like thunder:

"The era represented by that ’old ice cube’ melted away because it was too rigid, too confined to established frameworks, didn’t it?"

The intent of these words was clear.

They served both to explain the essence of her power to Ron and declare to Aselia:

Your era has passed.

In Nari’s understanding, the decline of the Second Era proved the limitations of "solidification."

The "chaos" and "creation" she embodied were the correct path of evolution.

"Come, my darling."

Nari invited, weaving countless tentacles in the air to form a light bridge leading deeper into the palace:

"Mother still wants to show you an even more special place."

After traversing through the palace’s deeply profound corridors, they ultimately reached the absolute core of the Deep Sea Palace.