It could only be said that when the Heavenly Principles granted the Gnosis back then, it never anticipated that thousands of years later, a god would voluntarily abandon their own Gnosis.
Nor would it have imagined that someone would actually use such a method to forcibly crack the Gnosis's password. Otherwise, it would have at least added a password protection measure to the Gnosis, locking it after five incorrect attempts and preventing further input for ten years.
For Akasha to crack a password of unknown length, type, and even format, it was not an easy task, even with its unimaginable computing power. Moreover, running Akasha at maximum power consumed an astonishing amount of energy.
The massive amount of dream energy harvested through the cyclical Sabzeruz Festival was being consumed at a visible rate. At this rate, it would be completely depleted in less than three hours.
Within these three hours, if Akasha failed to successfully crack the Gnosis's password and extract the energy within, then the backup energy mentioned by Dottore would be needed. If the backup energy also failed, then this God Creation Project could basically be declared a failure.
During this time, whether it was the sages, or Dottore and Balladeer, all they could do was wait.
As time passed, one hour later, the previously harvested dream energy was about to run out, estimated to last only another ten minutes. However, Akasha still hadn't successfully cracked the Gnosis's password. This period was agonizing for the sages.
The project had already progressed this far; they were truly unwilling to fail like this.
Azar came back to his senses and reminded, "Dottore, you can start preparing."
Dottore's expression remained calm. He had actually predicted this outcome, blaming the Akademiya for harvesting far less dream energy than expected. What a bunch of useless people.
Dottore spread his left hand, and a deep, dark blue energy gathered in his palm. Just this small amount of energy made the sages present feel a chilling sensation, as if falling into a cold abyss. This scene also caused Balladeer, atop the mecha, to feel a hint of apprehension.
Dottore then made a grasping motion with his left hand behind him, then gently pulled. From the Sanctuary of Surasthana's birdcage, hundreds of meters away, Nahida's small body was controlled by an extremely overbearing force. The pure dream energy within her was directly drawn out, causing a trace of pain to appear on Nahida's face.
Because of this overbearing force, Nahida opened her eyes in pain, feeling her mental power continuously draining away. She panicked and immediately wanted to stop this from continuing.
However, at this moment, she was greatly restricted, both physically and mentally. That extremely overbearing and strange force made her feel as if her body was no longer her own.
Following the direction of her draining mental power, Nahida suddenly had a peculiar sensation. She immediately diverted a portion of her mental power to connect with Akasha.
The next moment, she saw the scene deep within her Sanctuary of Surasthana: the complex and oppressive Divine Innovation Workshop, the highly futuristic mecha, the fanatical and crazy scholars, and the exiled one whose every move was filled with immense pressure... Seeing this, Nahida's voice trembled slightly, saying in disbelief, "Are you... really creating a new god?"
Although Nahida had known about this news before, hearing is one thing, seeing is another. When she truly witnessed this scene, a sense of desolation from being abandoned spontaneously arose.
The sages with lower cultivation levels naturally couldn't hear Nahida's words. After Dottore heard Nahida's words, he didn't directly reply. Instead, he looked at the sages in front of him, who had become re-excited by the injection of new dream energy, and suddenly had a mischievous thought.
Dottore: "This backup energy is freshly extracted from your Lesser Lord Kusanali. Based on my estimation, the mental energy in Lesser Lord Kusanali can sustain Akasha for about half an hour.
If the extraction process exceeds half an hour, it will cause permanent DMG to Lesser Lord Kusanali's body, or even be life-threatening. If it exceeds an hour, you can hold a funeral for Lesser Lord Kusanali."
Azar immediately said with disdain, "Only an hour? This Lesser Lord Kusanali is truly useless. Can she only last this long?"
Dottore had the answer in his heart upon hearing Azar's response, but he wanted Azar to say it himself: "I just said half an hour. Within half an hour, she won't be in life-threatening danger. We in Snezhnaya don't want to bear the crime of god-slaying."
Azar immediately added, "If the God Creation Project fails, we will face downfall. Anyway, Lesser Lord Kusanali is just a god who exists for Sumeru. For five hundred years, no one but us has known her true face. Let her contribute her last bit for the birth of Sumeru's new god!
As long as the God Creation Project succeeds, under the guidance of the new god, we will once again witness true wisdom, and no longer wander aimlessly in the darkness of consciousness and wisdom.
No scholar will ever again risk going mad by connecting with Irminsul's consciousness. The Era of Forest's Madness will become history. This is the ultimate dream of the Akademiya. For this, any price is worth it.
Dottore, please proceed. We have no retreat now. Even if it means bearing the crime of god-slaying, I will not hesitate."
Dottore couldn't help but show a slight smile upon hearing Azar's shameless and crazy words, even turning back to look at him provocatively.
And Nahida, who had been secretly observing, turned incredibly pale upon hearing Azar's words. She didn't know if it was because her mental power was being extracted, or because of the Grand Sage's mad words, or perhaps both.
Such a Grand Sage... such an Akademiya... Is my existence so insignificant in the eyes of these people?
From the moment I was born, I wanted to become a qualified god. For this, I continuously learned, continuously listened to the voices of the people, continuously searched for ways to save Irminsul, eager to catch up to that figure, to catch up to Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's figure.
However, I was confined to the Sanctuary of Surasthana, and the sages created a new god to replace me. Am I... truly not needed? Did I do something wrong?
...No! That's not it!
The sages are wrong! Their crazy ideas are wrong!
I must stop them, and even, I must punish them!
Sumeru is my nation, not yours, sages!
Nahida's eyes became incredibly resolute. I absolutely cannot sit idly by!
Her gaze fell upon the scroll she had been holding tightly in her arms.
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