The Amber Lord's Downward Glance

After Fu Xuan Jingxing, who no longer needed to maintain the Water Curtain, suddenly had nothing to do.

Unable to break through Fu Xuan's defenses, the Swarm wandered around aimlessly like headless flies. When Jingxing was in a good mood, he ignored them; when he was in a bad mood, he would casually unleash a Beauty energy to send them to reincarnation.

So most of the time, Jingxing simply stayed on the spaceship, waiting for support from the Interastral Peace Corporation. Without them, he wouldn't feel comfortable going out to hunt the Swarm.

The indigenous people gradually stopped treating them as outsiders. Some children even started following behind to watch Jingxing deal with the Swarm outside.

A few days later, Jingxing was bored at night. Fu Xuan, who was busy organizing notes, kicked him out of the study. So he simply sat in the cabin, opened his palm, and read his own palm.

When the Path Energy emerges from his palm, he still habitually "looks" at it first. This is the ability of his own eyes. The Beauty and beautiful Path Energy is still pure white, looking very flawless. But underneath is a layer of deep-colored energy, and if you look closely, you can see extremely fine lines, just like amber.

"How strange, what is this?" Jingxing decided to conduct an experiment to satisfy his curiosity.

The first test subject was an insect that couldn't get past the defenses. After he passed on the energy, the insect didn't shatter immediately; instead, it turned around and flew back to its companions.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Jingxing frowned.

But the next second, the insect stood there blankly as its companions devoured it. And the insects that participated were quickly pulverized, as if struck by the Beauty, beautiful Path Energy.

"A booby trap?" Jingxing muttered, somewhat confused about what was going on.

But soon, Fu Xuan, who had heard Jingxing's voice, came out. "How come I sensed traces of the Heaven-Mending Lord?"

"The Amber Lord?" Jingxing pointed to himself. "I was just doing an experiment; was it something I sensed from within?"

"Hmm." Fu Xuan closed his eyes, sensed it for a moment, and then nodded seriously. "It's emanating from you."

Jingxing leaned back in his chair and recounted his experiences since being brought to this era by Polka Kakamond.

When Fleming said in the tent, "Then we should Qlipoth's help," he thought that help was a sign, a ship, a ship full of supplies; later, he closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, he had already drawn the portrait of the Amber Lord in his hand.

Perhaps when the amber plaque was engraved with her name, and when the company roster recorded his number, the Amber Lord had already silently cast his gaze.

But looking back, there was that time Idrila spoke to him across countless universes. She said she was just a lingering ripple.

In this very era, no one in the entire universe has ever heard of the "fallen" Beauty Aeon pausing for even a moment to lower her gaze for any painter.

Yaoguang claims to be an Emanator- level Pathstrider, but this Emanator -level rank has no basis in this era. Could it be that Idrila, even outside this universe, could provide certification across timelines?

Now, he possessed an aura from the Amber Lord that he now controlled; whether this was good or bad, he dared not say.

Murata Ryusuke once said, "The Aeon will punish those who betray." Fu Xuan then consulted the ancient texts of the Xianzhou and said that those who embarked on multiple Path had never been punished.

Jingxing now stands between these two sentences. But if he really asks himself, he feels that he has not betrayed anyone: Idrila has not told him not to take any other path, and Qlipoth has not made him put down his paintbrush.

Jingxing recalled Priva II. With that stroke, the entire star was erased, existence reduced to nothingness. Temperance, at its end, is obliteration; but what, then, will this new Preservation power, at its end, become?

"The Primal Force Preservation is..." Jingxing looked up at Fu Xuan and asked.

"It's about Devotion," Fu Xuan answered instantly. "Now, do you have a clearer understanding of your situation?"

"Devotion..." Jingxing mused.

Thinking about it this way, these two Path even come down to a single thought.

Why did he embark on this Path? Because backstage, he knelt, watching the Robin's blood seep from between his fingers, and all he could think of was, "Don't do this."

Idrila told him that the wish was "to preserve beauty that is fading away."

Isn't Preservation also a form of "protection"?

Jingxing recalled what Fu Xuan had said that day—she said that according to the chronicle, the Reignbow Arbiter had not yet been born at this time, but the Path Energy in her hands was much more than before.

Both of them took something from this timeline. As for the original owners of these powers...

" With the Reignbow Arbiter above, surely he won't blame Fu Xuan?"

As for himself, Jingxing was absolutely certain that this power came from the Amber Lord. He lent him this power in the hope that he would help him fight the Swarm and even Aeon of Propagation.

"I understand." He turned and smiled. "Anyway, it's a good thing. Let's go back and rest."

That night, Jingxing didn't go anywhere else, but quietly stayed by Fu Xuan's side.

The next morning, he went to take a look around the front line. Fu Xuan was squatting there checking the energy consumption of the Formation, and he stood beside him for a while.

"What if I told you I'd use this Preservation energy to reinforce your Formation? Using both together should be pretty powerful, right?"

"That's a wall that's gotten thicker," she said, before looking up at him, "But we don't need it. You need to save your energy for dealing with that King Bug."

"I thought about it all night in the cabin, and I've figured it out now." Jingxing held out his hand. "Come on, let's go back and talk."

Back on the ship, Fu Xuan put down his pen. "What have you figured out?"

"I've figured out something small." Jingxing sat down opposite her.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

"I don't know," he said, "But it will allow me to better fight the Swarm and protect everyone. Let's use it for now."

Fu Xuan looked at Jingxing, sized him up, and then asked, "What are we doing tomorrow?"

"I plan to leave the settlement and go out to see the world."

"Be careful then, don't get entangled with the Swarm," Fu Xuan cautioned.

"I won't take action unless I encounter that King Bug," Jingxing said. "After all, Councilor Fleming ordered us to shoot it down beneath the skies of Zeus Tehetra."

"Then I'll go with you." Fu Xuan grasped Jingxing's wrist. "Anyway, the Formation is up and running around now, so I can go out for a walk."

Jingxing glanced out the window. The black line formed by the Swarm was still close to the horizon, its condition unclear, but he was certain that the Swarm was moving forward steadily.

"We can only leave this era in peace after we've wiped out that King Bug and all the other Swarm along with her."