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After transforming the Demonic Wolf into a clone, countless symbols, patterns, and markings protruded from the crystal monocle on Amon's right eye, rapidly swimming, intertwining, and reorganizing, as if He was observing the scene within the shadow curtain through some medium.
The portion of the authority stolen by His historical projection from His true body was itself part of a rule loophole. By utilizing this loophole, He could both avoid the True Creator's consciousness eroding the true body through the clone, and also verify some of His ideas.
The vast Demonic Wolf's body illusionarily collapsed and reformed into Amon's normal human size. He gently shook His head, took out a silk cloth, removed the crystal monocle, and while wiping it, muttered, "Fate is truly a headache. My plan still needs to wait for the right moment, but if that Beyonder Characteristic were to fall into the Hanged Man's hands, it would ultimately be undesirable."
Putting the monocle back on His eye, Amon chuckled and said, "I wish to return to Chernobyl!"
The remaining wish power of the Demonic Wolf was instantly activated. With Amon's true body personally applying deception, this wish, which should not have been realized, quickly turned into a miracle.
The grayish-yellow mist shrouding the boundless wilderness rippled. In the depths of the profound gully, Amon's figure appeared on the top floor of that massive, broad, grayish-white building.
This was also the limit of what wish power, after being deceived, could achieve. Beneath the layers of grayish-white in Chernobyl was absolute nothingness; the power of a Miracle Invoker alone could not directly reach the interior.
Having no interest in the unchanging scenery around Him, Amon adjusted the pointed soft hat on His head. A hurricane lamp appeared in His hand, and a faint glow emanated from His monocle. He then directly merged into that grayish-white expanse.
Passing through the long-abandoned, peculiar buildings that were completely different from the outside world, Amon, holding the hurricane lamp, arrived at a broken cliff.
It was actually a section of a building that had collapsed into the ground, dark, deep, and void, with no end in sight.
Vaguely, Amon seemed to hear silent calls, coming from deep within the ground, directly resounding in His mind.
Amon raised His hand and pinched the upper and lower edges of His monocle. The lens glowed slightly, instantly stealing away the influence brought by the Chaos Sea, then He lightly coughed.
His figure immediately split into two. The Amon who had split off looked at the Amon standing in place and tutted, "Why don't you seek excitement yourself?"
"I think we should have a fair and just vote, letting all Amons choose the unlucky fellow who should go down!"
"Moreover, you could have directly descended with your true body at that time; that way, that thing wouldn't have revived, and there wouldn't be so much trouble."
As He spoke, this Amon pouted and, without waiting for a reply, directly leaped into the Rift.
Being retorted by His own clone, Amon merely chuckled and shook His head, not caring, for some matters only the true body was qualified to know.
He was not without thoughts about that Celestial Worthy's will; in fact, it could be said that He contributed to the activation of that will.
After Kotar discarded that curtain, He had already tried to steal the fate of that will, creating a loophole in Sefirah Castle's judgment, directly gaining control over this coveted Sefirah.
It was just a pity that He failed, or more accurately, He actively gave up at the last moment before success, as He only wanted Sefirah Castle and did not truly wish to bear the fate of the Celestial Worthy's revival.
"What a hassle, but it's not without a solution."
No longer paying attention to the clone that entered the Chaos Sea, Amon's figure directly appeared above Chernobyl, with a somewhat intriguing expression on His face.
Although entering Sefirah Castle through that will might not necessarily lead to direct erosion by the Celestial Worthy, since there was a better option, why risk His life?
Throughout the long years from the Cataclysm Era of the Third Epoch to the present, He had attempted countless possibilities, and the closest to a successful work was Antigonus, who became the Half Fool.
It was just a pity that fellow was not the predetermined candidate for the Lord of the Mysteries' revival; even upon achieving the King of Angels, he did not have the right to use Sefirah Castle, and ultimately fell into the hands of Evernight.
And now, He had the most suitable target. Recalling the message sent back by His avatar in Backlund from the Steam Church, Amon tutted and muttered to Himself, "Fate to you, Sefirah Castle to me!"
"The great ruler above the Spirit World, I am truly looking forward to it."
As one of the protagonists of this drama, He only needed to wait quietly, allowing the Lord of the Mysteries' consciousness to further revive on the Spirit World Ruler mentioned by that magic mirror.
He would then steal Sefirah Castle when the degree of revival reached a certain critical point, so that even if the Lord of the Mysteries fully awakened, it would not be on Him.
With a faint smile playing on His lips, Amon raised His right hand towards the distant shadow curtain in the sky, then paused slightly, turning His head in surprise to look in another direction.
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On the edge of a barren plain in a certain gully-filled, eternal night-devoured part of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, a wisp of flame shot up. Cavendish, who had arrived by leaping through flames, stopped and looked into the distance with some trepidation.
This plain was precisely the entrance to the Forsaken Land of the Gods when one passed through the Abyss; the evil aura of the Dark Side of the Universe still seemed vivid in His memory.
Astolfo walked out of Cavendish's pupils. His scarlet eyes glanced at the silent plain, and a chilling wind, carrying a wisp of His will, entered Cavendish's body.
After this Scholar of Yore, with a solemn expression, quickly departed with the "Eye of Rusco" and the "Ring of Mysteries..." leaving only a historical image behind, His eyes became even redder, like a surging crimson tide.
At the bottom of the tide, strange creatures entangled by thorns and oozing black stickiness gradually emerged.
These were all the corruption originating from the Mother Tree of Desire that remained on the original body when He was reborn in the Spirit World and fully returned to the Ancient Bane's Beyonder Characteristic.
Even with the connection to the Spirit World cut off, those distorted corruption were still resisting the effects of the deformation curse, faintly showing a tendency to re-aggregate.
Relying on those remaining divine powers to destroy the True Creator's actions in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, isolated from the outside world, was clearly unrealistic.
The only feasible method was to find a true Sequence 0. The only one that met this requirement was the Dark Side of the Universe, which had been observing the Forsaken Land of the Gods since its forceful entry into the Abyss passage last time.
The silent plain not far away also seemed to be undergoing a change at this moment. All sorts of filthy, evil, and repulsive auras were continuously gathering, and wisps of black mist faintly emerged.
Seeing the reaction, which was much faster than He had anticipated, Astolfo did not hesitate at all. Scarlet flames suddenly erupted from His body.
Evil patterns appeared on His crimson pupils. He struggled to suppress the torrent of depravity and desire in His heart, and decisively threw all the Mother Tree of Desire's contamination, accumulated in the Spirit World for nearly a thousand years, towards that silent plain.
After leaving Astolfo, these evil creatures, attached with terrifying contamination, showed a clear pause and did not attempt to continue polluting this Angel. Instead, like children throwing themselves into their Mother's embrace, they actively disappeared into the increasingly dense black mist.
Cavendish's historical projection had already arranged the sacrifice and bestowal ritual. Amidst low and urgent prayers, Astolfo had reattached to the surface of an ancient gold coin. As long as He passed through this dark-gold double-door, He could leave the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
Just then, the black mist, which had faintly covered the plain, suddenly solidified. The wasteland collapsed, revealing bottomless fissures, and a massive phantom composed entirely of shadows emerged, with brown branches slowly wriggling around its body.
Behind Him was an indescribable, boundless shadow that seemed to envelop the entire world, gathering all the filth, depravity, and negative emotions of the world.
From the already formed sacrifice and bestowal gate, a golden halo, as if condensed into substance, surged forth, like a miniature Sun suddenly appearing, barely blocking the first wave of invasion.
The time gained allowed the gold coin, to which Astolfo was attached, to successfully sink into the profound void behind the dark-gold double-door. Cavendish also instantly dispelled this historical void image.
This pure light, completely incompatible with the filthy aura, was like a lighthouse in the Darkness, instantly attracting the attention of the terrifying figure in the black mist world.
A brown branch with strange patterns pierced through some kind of restraint, cutting through the black mist world, and directly descended upon the Forsaken Land of the Gods, seemingly intending to continue piercing through the profound void behind that dark-gold portal.
That miniature Sun was almost instantly shattered by force. Amidst the scattered and extinguished light specks, a section of a curled, blood-stained umbilical cord with burn marks flew out from the dark-gold double-door, which was about to close.
The moment this umbilical cord was pierced by the brown branch, a pair of indifferent pupils appeared on the shadow curtain in the distant sky.
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The dark-gold mist of the entire world was boiling; the vast power had exceeded the limit Aaron could summon. This was the autonomous counterattack of the Nation of Disorder.
After everything calmed down, Aaron finally let out a long breath and leaned back against the chair. He casually tossed the gold coin, which held Astolfo, towards a certain star in the dome, then looked at the wisp of black mist in His hand.
This was also the remaining aura of the Dark Side of the Universe after being purified by the power of the Nation of Disorder, or more precisely, it was the aura of the Tenebrous World.
After a brief thought, Aaron did not completely obliterate this wisp of aura. He sealed it well and put it back into the pile of miscellaneous items, then looked at the prayer light spot.
Cavendish, who was frantically running through the historical fog, felt a slight spiritual stir, sensing the dissolution of his historical void image, and without hesitation, decisively returned to reality.
Just as he placed the "Eye of Rusco" and the "Ring of Mysteries" in front of him, Cavendish saw the Forsaken Land of the Gods, which seemed to be experiencing the end of the world, and that shadow curtain was no longer complete.
Feeling somewhat horrified, Cavendish still gritted his teeth and softly chanted in an extremely strange syllable:
"Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings!"
....
That Lord of Order did not explain the specific meaning of this strange language he had never heard before, but Cavendish himself guessed it might be a title.
Along with his call, both the "Ring of Mysteries" and the "Eye of Rusco" showed anomalies, and a strange resonance emerged.
Cavendish stood there, his mind almost blank, his ears echoing with chanting and shouting, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear:
"Immortal Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings;
"Sky Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings;
"Exalted Thearch Almighty of Heaven and Earth for Blessings;
"Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings."
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Looking at Cavendish, who suddenly froze in the prayer image, Aaron frowned slightly, somewhat unsure of the current situation.
Just as he was hesitating whether to interrupt the summoning to avoid losing a Scholar of Yore, he noticed, through His True Sight, a dark and profound cloak, constantly changing shape, rapidly approaching.
So smoothly?
Instantly confirming the identity of that thing, after the surprise, a hint of doubt flashed through Aaron's mind. He carefully scanned the surroundings with His True Sight, and only after not finding Amon's figure did He breathe a sigh of relief.
There was no time to think further. The curtain, which had been far away in the sky, was now almost within reach. Aaron's spirituality surged frantically into the "Crown of Stars" on His head.
Brilliant starlight condensed into a pure and clear figure, like an Angel but without wings, with faint glows constantly flickering and leaping across its body, like the passage of time.
This was Aaron's "recreation" of Pallez Zoroast, who had already recovered his complete Sequence 1 Beyonder Characteristic!
A "dong" sound suddenly echoed in Cavendish's ears. It was illusory and ethereal, as if from an infinite distance.
This made the prayers that were tearing and polluting his spiritual body abruptly cease, making everything around him quiet, and allowing him to see the strange curtain right before his eyes.
It was unknown what the True Creator had done to this Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder Characteristic. That terrifying will could no longer maintain its original human outline. If Aaron had delayed the Dark Side of the Universe's intervention even a little longer, it might have already been forcibly suppressed by the True Creator.
The illusory bell sound did not stop there; it was interfering with the curtain, which had fallen into a weakened state, making it remain in place, seemingly having forgotten what it was supposed to do next.
Intense dark-gold mist suddenly appeared before Cavendish's eyes, and an image emerged in his mind, causing him to instinctively grasp the "Ring of Mysteries..." which was stirring.
At the same time, suppressing the trembling in his heart, he directly threw the "Eye of Rusco" straight at the strange curtain, which was still stuck in place and constantly changing shape.
That blood-stained eyeball rotated slightly, and the grayish-white mist attached to its surface dispersed at this moment, revealing layers of profound Darkness in its pupil.
A colorless drop of liquid, carrying a strong aura of eternal silence, flew out from it and landed on the cold, strange mask below the curtain.
The will of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings contained within this Sequence 1 Beyonder Characteristic, after being suppressed by the True Creator, finally passively entered a state of eternal slumber.
The mask without facial features slowly dissipated, and the translucent curtain directly fell to the ground. The "Ring of Mysteries" in Cavendish's hand also returned to calm at this moment.
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