Chapter 338: Chapter 289: Civilization Marvel: One Distinguished Guest, Council Members Please Proceed to VIP Seats
April 25, 1472, 3:00 p.m.
The Silver Code suddenly activated on its own, using the lighthouses in the royal harbors of the Bantaan Archipelago as a nexus and descending upon each royal colony. It enveloped the governors, deputies, and the members of the response teams who had already received the message in advance and were waiting in their respective Governor’s Mansions.
When Byron, with Violet—who was serving as a temporary secretary—"Preempting the Enemy" Beret Tanya—who was hastily promoted to be the captain of the [Support Number]—and James along with three other adventure captains reopened their eyes, they discovered that the group had collectively entered the spiritual world. They had arrived at a vast shared dream born from the collective subconscious of humankind.
It felt somewhat like having a lucid dream, but the rules around them were no different from the outside world, allowing them to unleash their abilities to the fullest.This was clearly the great power of the Silver Law.
The place they were in had a deep, boundless, and pitch-black Primordial Ocean on one side, and on the other, a vast land formed by the collective subconscious of humanity. Yet they saw no one else around.
"Is this... the lighthouse? Look, what a huge lighthouse!"
As everyone turned their heads to search for others, Violet, standing next to Byron, suddenly let out a cry of surprise. Following her gaze, the rest turned their heads only to see a mountainous shadow behind them, which turned out to be a towering lighthouse reaching into the clouds. Their arrival point was precisely at its foot.
Byron subconsciously activated [Echo of History]. A flicker of Divine Light in his right eye revealed the data of the lighthouse before him.
Just the square base of the tower at the very bottom was, by visual estimate, about 14 meters high, resting on a massive rock reef at the seaside. The lower part of the tower that rose from the center of the base was 71 meters tall, also square-shaped, with a bronze statue of "The Son of the Sea God Blowing a Conch" standing at each of its four upper corners. They faced four different directions to indicate wind direction and bearings. The middle layer of the tower suddenly narrowed to a slim column, about 9 meters high. Eight large granite columns stood at the octagonal positions of the middle layer, jointly supporting a round tower top that resembled the Sun. The entire structure was 135 meters high; without a doubt, it was the tallest building on the Silver Continent at the time.
At that moment, endless silver light radiated from the top of the lighthouse, replacing the sun in the Mortal World and illuminating the entire spiritual world, leaving only a small patch of shadow at the base where they stood.
In this world, various magnificent feats of civilization often represent different meanings. There’s no saying that wonders will lead a kingdom astray. And this lighthouse in front of them was particularly special because, beyond its external parameters, he perceived only a short name:
"Zero-Level Sacred Relic—Pharos Lighthouse!"
Yes, this was not the power projection of a Lighthouse Sequence Supernatural, but a real Zero-Level Sacred Relic that spanned the material and spiritual worlds. And unlike the [True Cross] Byron had once seen from a distance—which had been shattered by an unknown force, leaving only an indeterminate number of silver fragments—this was a perfectly preserved, complete entity. This was also the first undamaged Zero-Level Sacred Relic he had seen with his own eyes. Only when the thirteen Crystal Skulls in his possession merged into one, gathering all the knowledge and heritage of the Taya Civilization, would the resulting artifact be considered its equal.
At that moment, an enthusiastic female voice suddenly rang out beside them:
"Welcome to the Pharos Lighthouse, the oldest and largest lighthouse of humankind, guests from the Kingdom of Hightens. I am Delia Maxwell, the guide of the Lighthouse Union. The meeting place is in the lighthouse council chamber. Please follow me."
Looking down, the group saw a young woman wrapped in a simple gray linen cloak standing before them. Her face was sweet. Her figure was indiscernible due to the cloak, but her platinum blonde hair was so bright it was memorable.
"Miss Delia, hello. I am Byron Tudor, the Governor of Jamestown. Pleased to meet you."
Byron nodded to her and followed her guidance into the lighthouse.
The group ascended the wide granite staircase, spacious enough for an elephant to pass, buoyed by an invisible force that made climbing ten floors effortless. This was probably the Transcendent version of an elevator.
As they ascended each floor, Delia, their guide, duly described the interior structure of the magnificent building:
"Pharos Lighthouse was built in the Late Mythological Era, roughly two hundred years before the Silver Era. It’s the world’s earliest and largest lighthouse, and today, two thousand years later, it has become the concrete symbol of the very concept of a lighthouse.
The main body of the lighthouse is built upon three tiers of steps.
The main tower itself consists of three levels. The first is a square structure, 60 meters high, containing over 300 rooms of varying sizes used for fuel storage, lift shafts, and workspaces for various departments.
The second level is octagonal in shape, standing 11 meters high, mainly used for storing and transporting Whale Oil and high-quality olive oil for Magic Potions. However, this is gradually being replaced by a more effective mixture of Whale Oil and Spices.
The third level is circular, with eight stone columns, each 8 meters high, encircling the circular light chamber at the top.
The very top of the light chamber also features an 8-meter-high bronze statue of the Sun God.
This great structure, born two thousand years ago, still stands as an architectural marvel that is difficult to replicate even now. Each time I see it, I am overwhelmed with emotion."
Delia spoke with pride, and Byron and his companions listened, equally amazed.