Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1400 - Chapter 1400 Chapter 430 Clearance Settlement_2

Chapter 1400: Chapter 430 Clearance Settlement_2 Chapter 1400: Chapter 430 Clearance Settlement_2 Leonard Churchill suddenly had a moment of realization, wondering why the people from the Holy Church of the Southern Continent were seeking these jars!

The jar gave him the feeling of a…power bank for charging a cellphone?

When needed, would they release it to let Them recharge themselves before using it again?

Although the analogy wasn’t quite accurate,

it roughly conveyed the idea.

“Yes, and no.”

Tracy Garcia neither confirmed nor denied but corrected him, “The pottery jar is far more mysterious than what is seen. They are tied to the ultimate secrets of the Plane. Some merely regard Them as a source of Divine Power supply.”

As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something, and her tone deepened, “After all, with the God-Sealing Jar present, the overall risk is controllable. Thus, many historical beliefs about the resurrection of the Outer Gods leading to disasters were actually just machinations by those with ulterior motives intending to steal Divine Power by purposely releasing the Outer Gods.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than the room fell into a brief silence.

The three of them had never thought about what really caused the civilization-destroying disaster of the Outer Gods.

And from this perspective, the matter seemed…utterly absurd.

Humans really are like chives, harvested when needed.

At the end of the day, are there such things as Catastrophe, or heroic turbulences in history, or merely plots of Divine Rank Powerhouses?

Will Smith guessed their current thoughts and smiled, “Sounds cruel, doesn’t it? Not what you wanted to hear?”

“…”

The three, Leonard Churchill, remained silent.

After all, in this “Besieged City” Alternate Dimension, even as High-Order Card Masters, they were merely cannon fodder.

Death was as inevitable as a shadow.

They had thought that taking such great risks would at least place them on the side of justice.

But only when one’s view was elevated enough did they realize that the essence of this war was merely the pilfering of Transcendent resources by those of Divine tier?

Mercy, valor, wisdom, justice, and evil…

The thoughts of cannon fodder thus seemed somewhat self-indulgent.

Only despair was real.

Just like the war currently unfolding in the East Wilderness, which seemed like a clash of civilizations, the motivation was actually a top-tier powerhouse’s promotion ceremony and resource plunder.

As Leonard Churchill, still considered “cannon fodder,” suddenly felt a bit perplexed.

It was a sense of helplessness against the ruthlessness of the Divine tier.

Will Smith shook his head, indicating that their thoughts had veered into a misconception, and spoke, “Understanding the world is your own ‘promotion ceremony.’ Every step is so, no matter where you are positioned. Even in my current Realm, it is still the same.”

With these words, Leonard Churchill and his companions’ expressions eased somewhat.

But they still couldn’t understand.

Will Smith continued, “When you truly comprehend ‘Divine Power,’ you will understand these words. After transcending Life Pattern, it is difficult to empathize with low-tier life forms. Below the Divine tier, one cannot even glimpse the cosmic rules; how can high-level Beings treat them as equals? Just like a lazy man on the street, hardly recognized by the diligent, why should he receive equal treatment? This is also why Believers are merely faith-providing fodder in the eyes of the Outer Gods. But our Card Master Civilization possesses a unique heritage, and thus the conflict between tiers isn’t so pronounced. Moreover, our civilization’s inheritance is itself extraordinary…”

“…”

With these words, Leonard Churchill could vaguely understand.

He was now on the threshold of touching Divine Power.

Yet, he hadn’t expected that a question about a jar would reveal so many high-tier truths.

Indeed, it confirmed what Barre Shepherd once taught, “Without the requisite Realm, knowing some things only adds to one’s troubles.”

Such topics, once spoken, cannot be understood immediately.

One needs a sufficient Realm to truly grasp them.

Will Smith did not elaborate further.

…

As the conversation reached this point, the atmosphere became somewhat somber.

Tracy Garcia suddenly became curious, “Great Ancestor, is there a realm above the Divine Tier?”

Will Smith replied, “Of course. Even I have merely touched the threshold of a Mid-Rank God.”

God? Mid-Rank?

New terms rekindled Leonard Churchill’s curiosity about the transcendent, making him increasingly intrigued.

Continuing, Will Smith said, “But the ‘Seven Catastrophes Monarchs’ are quite unique. Their consolidated Realm is that of Low-Rank Gods, yet they are immortal; their peak strengths comparable to that of a Mid-Rank God.”

While the three couldn’t grasp this distinction, it still seemed impressively cryptic.

Tracy Garcia asked again, “So, you mean to say… above the Mid-Rank God, there is a higher realm?”

“Yes,”

Will Smith nodded, “Emperor Lanlingster, the founder of Taron, is said to be a legendary High-Rank God, possessing unimaginable Divine Power. Moreover, from some clues left by the Emperor… it appears there is still more beyond this. The Emperor once told our ancestors of the Garcia Family that the High-Rank God Realm is just the limit of this Plane, still far from touching the deepest secrets of the universe. However, since the Emperor’s disappearance, no one has been able to reach that domain again. I can’t understand it, nor can I explain it to you…”

Tracy Garcia exclaimed, “Plane?”

Will Smith clarified, “Yes, just like the ‘Underworld.’ Our Cavern World might just be a special Plane in the universe. After all, our ancestors witnessed this world when it had both the Moon and the Sun during the pre-Chaotic Era. Our heritage of the Fifty-Two Demon God Sequence also contains many elements different from the current world… But much of these secrets have been lost in the sands of time…”

“…”

Listening, Leonard Churchill’s eyes slightly narrowed, and his thoughts began to flow more freely.