The entire Nation of Disorder began to tremble slightly; the terrifying pollution originating from the Sefirah, enough to make a True God frown, now served as the most solid anchor connecting to reality, supporting the consciousness contained within the Divine Kingdom that had merged into reality.
Layered whispers accompanied by chaotic images surged in, and Aaron felt his consciousness sharply elevate, finally intertwining into a vast, deep, and boundless "Cosmos."
Various abstract concepts and symbols were intuitively displayed within his consciousness, clearer than any previous entry into the Astral World.
To some extent, this transformation would only passively occur after consuming the Sequence 1 "Hand of Order" Beyonder potion.
But with the deep integration with the Nation of Disorder, even in the outside world, he still possessed a status comparable to a Sequence 1, lacking only the Beyonder characteristic to exploit the corresponding authority.
Although the special symbiotic relationship with the Sefirah required him to have more anchors during advancement, conversely, the most essential and crucial part of the ritual—integrating his own order into the underlying rules to create the prototype of his Divine Kingdom—was the easiest to complete.
Within the slightly vast Nation of Disorder, the dark gold mist surged again, re-condensing into a blurry giant figure, and Aaron, whose consciousness had returned, relaxed his restraints.
A brilliant light source interwoven with laws, carrying several shattered supplementary ingredients, flew out from the magnificent palace and instantly disappeared into his body.
An invisible wave, carrying an increasingly vast aura, diffused outwards, and the wishing lamp suppressed deep within the Nation of Disorder also trembled slightly in response, with viscous golden flames flickering on its cracked body.
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Backlund, downstream of the Tussock River, "Relic No. 1," the deep black, majestic secret mausoleum was enveloped by a curtain woven from shadows, like a complete, independent world.
Within this world, the default processes and rules seemed to be disturbed and distorted; if one was not recognized, even True Sight could not discern the correct direction, and every step forward might lead to an unknown place.
George III rose from the massive black throne; his body was already shrouded in a greyish shadow, transforming towards the order of shadow, in a state of balance.
Even with the help of the Twilight Hermit Order, George III had to pay a price to secretly advance to Sequence 1 and gain the qualification to become a Black Emperor under the watchful eyes of the three major Churches.
The nine secret mausoleums inherited from Tudor and subsequently repaired were crucial for maintaining his current state, preventing him from completely detaching from reality and becoming entirely part of the order of shadow.
As long as he endured and waited for the opportunity to ascend to godhood, even if there were hidden dangers, there would be opportunities to compensate, just like the former God of Craftsmen.
The dark black spired crown on his head swayed slightly, and George III's expression was indifferent as he felt the countless prayers coming from his ears.
This crown, originating from the Balam Empire, was an important medium that linked the name "George III" with the title of Emperor; unfortunately, the remnants of Balam ultimately resurrected, which would somewhat affect the future ritual's effectiveness.
At the very bottom of the black high platform, two "woven" Angels appeared behind Pauli Derlau, the head of the "Psychology Alchemists" who was seated in a black wheelchair, smoothing out the pressure from the "Prince of Abolition"; only then did he hand over the crown shrouded in dim light:
"That Lord asked me to give you this Black Emperor Uniqueness. The tide of the era is surging, and you don't have much time left."
His gold-embroidered black robe billowed, and the stagnant atmosphere relaxed. A rare flicker of greed and longing flashed in George III's placid eyes as he looked at the crown adorned with numerous dim gems in his hand. After a long silence, he slowly spoke:
"I had thought Adam would come personally, but the current situation should align with the world trend he hopes for."
"To ensure I can successfully complete the ritual and ascend to godhood, fulfilling my agreement with him, please tell Adam that I still need the help of the Twilight Hermit Order!"
Slowly nodding, Pauli Derlau responded in a gentle voice:
"I will convey your thoughts..."
The echo lingered, and the figure of this "Dream Weaver" had already disintegrated into pure light particles, vanishing without a trace.
Not rushing to crush this Uniqueness, which had been sealed by Adam, and concoct it into a Beyonder potion, George III manipulated the conceptualized body he had left in Sodela Palace to formally sign the declaration of war against the Feynapotter Kingdom and the resurrected Balam Empire in the Southern Continent.
Suddenly, his expression drastically changed, and the entire "Relic No. 1" trembled slightly, as if a giant wave had suddenly risen in the void ocean constructed from the order of shadow, and an invisible, even ethereal, aura flashed by in an instant.
"This... this is someone advancing to 'Hand of Order'?"
George III recalled the "Specter Empire" that had flashed in the core area of the divine battle relic earlier, and the mysterious figure who had advanced to "Balancer" almost simultaneously. A hint of apprehension flashed across his stern and dignified face:
"The last 'Hand of Order' characteristic, the remnant of Trunsoest...."
It was a pity that he was not someone who had steadily digested Beyonder potions step by step to reach his current status. Under the surveillance of the major Churches, he could only rely on cunning methods to balance divinity and anchors. To maintain this balance, his power range was still limited to the areas near the nine major relics.
Otherwise, with his current status as a top-tier King of Angels, he could directly twist order and reverse-lock that secretive Trunsoest remnant based solely on the recent rule anomaly.
However, what made him uneasy, even somewhat apprehensive, was that the aura of this newly advanced "Hand of Order" was mixed with some higher-level power, causing the dormant Black Emperor Uniqueness in his hand to become restless.
A deep light gathered bit by bit, condensing into a majestic figure beside George III in the dim air.
It was William Augustus I, the founder and protector of Loen, and its first King.
As one of the great nobles of the Fourth Epoch, this ancient Angel was clearly among the small group who had seen the second "Blasphemy Slate." Obscure patterns flashed in his golden pupils, and he used the dense distorted order of the Black Emperor Pathway in this place to peer into the disturbed underlying rules.
In the ethereal, William Augustus I seemed to see an unspeakable, magnificent world. Before he could investigate further, an incredibly vast power instantly severed the consciousness that had spread along a distorted order to its source.
William Augustus I's body trembled slightly, and a thin, dark gold mist seeped from his eyes. After a long silence, he muttered with an unidentifiable tone:
"Nation of Disorder... a Sefirah being controlled?"
"Or is it an anomaly like the 'Hidden Sage' that has developed consciousness?"