Chapter 1403: Chapter 1242: Fine Traditions
"I don’t understand..."
Holding his son who insisted on attending the board meeting, Leon, who hadn’t understood a word of the Taurus director’s observation results, asked in bewilderment:
"What does it mean... that there’s been an exchange in the spiritual and material distances between us and the other thirteen prime planes? Can you explain it more simply?"
"To put it simply, certain properties of the star realm and the spiritual domain have been forcibly swapped."
Looking at the compass on the table, which was already in chaos, the Taurus director explained with a headache:
"If we liken each material plane we’re in to a small boat drifting at sea, then the star realm is an endless sea ever expanding outward.
Because the sea of the star realm is vast, the distances between material planes are incredibly far apart. Without True God level power, it’s almost impossible to traverse the star realm and reach another material plane.
On the contrary, the spiritual domain is like bridging great distances through dreams, arriving directly at Old Soil, forming the spiritual domain with the collective will of all beings, which inherently has no concept of distance.
Even an ordinary person with no abilities can easily traverse the spiritual domain in their sleep, letting their spirit roam to a practically distant world, and now the star realm and the spiritual domain have swapped their concepts of distance."
Pushing the compass on the table towards Leon and pointing to the large star point at the center, the Taurus director said with a complex expression:
"In the future, entering the spiritual domain will be as distant as traveling from the present world to Old Soil, while traveling from the present world to Old Soil will become as easy as going out to buy groceries.
Anyone capable of reaching the boundary of the present world can simply take a step outside to directly reach another material plane located in Old Soil. In the selected dozen or so material planes, distance has become meaningless."
"..."
The "distance" between the star realm and spiritual domain has been swapped... the suspended Star Master who suddenly lost contact earlier?
Having barely understood the Taurus director’s explanation, Leon immediately thought of a certain amusement donkey. As the master of the Hanging Horn Star Gorge and the one who controls the root of the star realm, it’s possible that only this donkey could do such a thing.
But according to the Taurus director’s theory, the prerequisite for this operation is that the spiritual domain and the star realm must be mutually interconnected. The spiritual domain comprises the Dream Trench, the Ancestral Land of Ten Thousand Spirits, and the Sublimation Cosmic Boundary; dreams as the foundation, spirit as the branch, and will as the guide — all three are indispensable.
All three root elements — dream, spirit, and will — must be gathered, and one of the 7th, 11th, or 12th must take the lead to fuse the entire spiritual domain. But the Dream Trench was already destroyed by myself, and seven-tenths of the dream root is in my hands, so...
Fredri?!
Relying on known information and judging that this "exchange" likely had Fredri’s hand, Leon’s brow furrowed tighter.
The amusement donkey’s control over the star realm, the Master of Ten Thousand Spirits or Sublimation Master over the spiritual domain, and Fredka’s thirty percent of dream roots... how did these three parties come together?
Even if the amusement donkey or the Master of Ten Thousand Spirits chose to conspire with the tiger, having some unknown cooperation with Fredri that Leon wasn’t aware of, they must have a specific purpose for pulling this off; surely, it’s not just for fun, right?
"Father."
As Leon furrowed his brow deep in thought, a small hand suddenly reached up, giving his forehead a strong pat, dissipating the tightly gathered furrowed "川" word between his eyebrows.
"You can’t always frown."
In the somewhat bewildered gaze of Leon, the small baby sitting in his lap raised his head earnestly and said:
"Always frowning makes you look old. Mother said that you were only slightly handsome to begin with, barely a good-looking guy with your youthful face. If you keep frowning and frown yourself old, she won’t feel like kissing you anymore."
"..."
What on earth is this nonsense?!
Seeing the executives’ expressions, which turned extremely strange after hearing his son’s explanation, Leon awkwardly smiled and then whispered with a darkened face:
"Stop fooling around; I’m in a meeting right now. If you keep babbling, you’ll go home!"
"Oh..."
Upon Leon’s shout, the small baby pouted sadly, then sat quietly with a drooping face.
Seeing the poor little appearance of the baby, for some reason, the Taurus director suddenly softened, unable to help but advise:
"Leon, he is just a child. You should speak to him nicely, don’t be so harsh."
"???"
Wait... when I entrusted the Three Pillar Gods to you, you mentioned he shouldn’t be treated entirely as a child and asked me to be cautious, yet now you’ve suddenly changed your stance?
"Hehe~"
Glancing at the speechless Leon, the baby clumsily climbed out of Leon’s lap, then floated towards the Taurus director amidst the executives’ surprised gazes, extending chubby little arms.
"Hug, granny~"
"Alright, alright! Hug!"
Hastily getting up from the seat, the Taurus director reached out, catching the floating baby, and looking at the inexplicably dear child in her arms, her gaze softened, and she spoke gently:
"Good child, truly a good child... but you called wrong; only a mother’s mother is ’granny.’ You should call me ’grandmother’ instead."
"Huh?"
The baby blinked doubly, confused, then shook his head vigorously in the Taurus director’s embrace, declaring:
"Mother taught me to call you this; it can’t be wrong!"
"?"
Your mother? That Queen Veronica told you to call me granny?
Not so familiar with Veronica, the Taurus director was slightly taken aback, but just as she wanted to ask Leon the reason, she unexpectedly noticed a small hint of wine-colored fine fluff atop the baby’s head.
"..."
Wait a minute, this isn’t right?!?!?!?!
L Looking at Leon with black hair, a series of jumbled speculations surged through the Taurus director’s mind as if zapped, immediately drawing a sharp breath, and driven by some peculiar thought, she asked the baby in her arms:
"Child? Tell... tell granny, does your mother like drinking?"
"Of course, just like me!"
In Leon’s expression of utter despair, the baby in a clear "usurper" state chuckled slyly towards the Taurus director, then somehow pulled out a half-full whiskey bottle, directly inserting it into the Taurus director’s hands, and with a slightly flushed little face, enthusiastically recommended:
"Does granny like drinking too? Then try this; it’s pretty strong!"
