I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Chapter 687 - 47: Second Bronze Conference

"Is this... the Ability of the 权柄[Record]?"Han Zhan looked at the automatically written pages and murmured to himself.

Originally, the World Tree seemed unable to communicate with me, but after merging with the 权柄[Record], did it gain some communicative ability?

Is this why the World Tree wants to devour and merge with the 权柄[Record]?

"The hint from the World Tree is already quite obvious to me."

"At the end of the River of Time, on the Bronze Long Table, lies the Creator God’s conference, where the Creator God should be a more powerful existence among the deities."

"I must play the role of ’Pangu’ as the Creator God well, without letting the other Creator Gods notice anything amiss."

This was an extremely serious challenge for Han Zhan.

To become a Creator God, one must be... forget it.

Thinking of the Ancient Divine Language he deciphered using the Decryption Device, even the faint urgency in Han Zhan’s heart vanished.

"I can only take it one step at a time."

"There’s another matter concerning the Land of the End."

At first, Han Zhan thought the Land of the End was just an adjective for a fixed place name.

For example, the Land of the End - Yongsha Star.

But in fact, it seems to differ from Han Zhan’s speculation.

"The Land of the End is not a place name?"

"No, not exactly, rather, the Land of the End is more than just a place name; it could have a second, a third..."

Any planet designated as the Land of the End will eventually meet its demise.

This is Han Zhan’s deduction regarding the truth of the Land of the End.

"The World Tree wants to obtain specific information about the Land of the End, which may relate to those sounds I’ve hallucinated."

Speaking of hallucinations, after entering the end of the River of Time for the first time, it seemed to evaporate into thin air, never to reappear.

This seemingly indirectly proves that Han Zhan’s decision was correct.

Thinking of this, Han Zhan withdrew his thoughts.

He nodded towards the pages floating in mid-air.

Although he didn’t know whether the World Tree could see it, or if the gesture meant anything.

Then he stepped forward, entering that slowly spinning white vortex.

No flashy special effects.

It felt as if passing through a layer of transparent bubbles; the scene before Han Zhan’s eyes again transformed into an endless void.

No light, no darkness, only an eternal stillness beyond brightness and shadows.

As Han Zhan continued to stride forward, his figure turned into that of a Giant of Light, heading towards the end of time.

Here, it was still the same as when he left for the first time, unchanged.

Even the items placed on the Bronze Long Table remained in their original positions and appearances.

The only difference from last time was that all ten ash-gray high-back chairs were now empty.

"Did I arrive early this time?"

Coming early isn’t bad; always arriving last and being scrutinized by the other Creator Gods doesn’t feel good, either.

Han Zhan thought to himself as he continued forward, his body involuntarily sitting in the second high-back chair.

Soon, a second cluster of light particles gathered and appeared.

It was the same presence sitting opposite Han Zhan last time, now sitting opposite him again.

"Pangu, long time no see." It looked at Han Zhan and said.

It’s worth noting here that before entering the passage, Han Zhan had Bob program the Decryption Device into the Intelligent Brain Chip.

So now, he was effectively carrying a Simultaneous Translation Device, capable of clearly understanding the content of the Ancient Divine Language they spoke, and easily responding in it.

This wasn’t a problem for the Intelligent Brain Chip.

Luckily, Han Zhan had the foresight.

Otherwise, being the only two of them present, failing to respond might expose a flaw.

"Long time no see." Han Zhan imitated the other’s tone and greeted.

Under the alias "Pangu," he sat level with the Creator God, which might have been the Peak moment in Han Zhan’s memory.

"Has the issue within the World Tree been resolved?" Suddenly, the indistinct presence of light particles asked again.

The question startled Han Zhan for a moment.

I don’t know how to answer this question! What should I say to avoid being found out?

His brain worked furiously, but on the surface, he couldn’t slip up; he had to respond immediately.

Soon, Han Zhan could only muster an ambiguous reply, "There’s some progress."

"Progress so quickly?" the Creator God opposite, tone slightly surprised, "Wasn’t it supposed to be very tricky?"

Darn.

Han Zhan internally cursed, "What tricky problem did ’Pangu’ encounter?"

Although time held no meaning at the end of the River of Time.

But logically, the interval between two Bronze Conferences shouldn’t be too short.

What issue within the World Tree couldn’t show any progress over this long time?

"Well, just a stroke of luck." Han Zhan continued.

Hearing his words, the indistinct presence nodded lightly.

This time, it was the right guess.

Seeing the reaction, Han Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

But it was only a brief relief.

Han Zhan heard the presence within the indistinct light particles continuing to ask, "What kind of opportunity was it that helped you solve such a difficult problem?"

Come on, dude, you’re a Creator God?

Why are you asking questions like a neighborhood gossip, prying into every little detail? Even Creator Gods are so into Eight Trigrams.

Despite his internal complaints, as Han Zhan pondered how to answer, a third cluster of light particles gathered and appeared.

The attention of both sides was simultaneously drawn away, quickly forgetting the initial topic of discussion.

After the third light particle gathered, like opening a floodgate, soon, the fourth, fifth... all but the first of the ten high-back chairs were filled.

The second Bronze Conference was officially convened.

"Well then, let’s stick to the old rules."

At this moment, the indistinct presence sitting third to the right spoke, spreading their hands.

A golden glow erupted as transparent gold cards appeared in their hands.

Then, these golden transparent cards floated to each seat; many cards started to dim upon landing on the Bronze Long Table in front of each seat, eventually disappearing.

Only three golden cards did not disappear, hovering in front of their respective owners.

To everyone’s surprise, there was one in front of Han Zhan as well.

Right then, one of the owners of the golden cards spoke first.

Their tone was grand, ethereal, and solemn, carrying the majesty unique to deities:

"Two points!"

As soon as they spoke, both they and another holder of the golden card fixed their gaze on Han Zhan, as if waiting for his response.

Seeing this scene, an idea suddenly struck Han Zhan, and almost instinctively, he shouted:

"Three points, land grab!"