A faint, hazy glow emerged from the void, enveloping the space, and symbolic constructs formed from basic particle structures converged to create a miniature Starry Gate.
Amidst illusory creaking sounds, the brilliant portal collapsed inward. Through the revealed gap, in the vast Cosmos, a pair of brass-colored eyes emerged.
Around the brass-colored eyes, eyelashes sprouted, transforming into wings that obscured the Cosmos behind them.
A faint light swept across the indifferent pupils. It gazed at the second "Blasphemy Slate" and "Deity's Fallen Banner" suspended before Medici, and deep within its eyes, an illusory Tower made of stacked books appeared, instantly enveloping the former.
And just as the Starry Gate appeared, an ancient, mottled stone clock phantom silently emerged. Its face was divided into twelve asymmetrical sections by gray-white and dark-green, each section bearing different symbols representing different times.
Dong!
Without the slightest hesitation, one of the three pointers at the core of the stone clock twitched, and the entire space became stagnant, like a suddenly frozen image.
Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and a classical mage's robe, reappeared at some unknown moment, having already arrived beside the illusory Tower.
He raised his right hand, adjusted his crystal monocle, and reached for the Blasphemy Slate, which was held in place.
Immediately, brass-colored eyes appeared on the stacked books forming the Tower, instantly seeing through the bug Amon had created and turning it to their own use, freezing the outstretched arm in place.
"Just a joke, tsk tsk, you're as boring as ever…"
He commented with a frivolous tone, then Amon, enveloped by the Tower, showed no discouragement at his failure. He shrugged indifferently, and his figure, like a faded abstract painting, finally transformed into a dull Worm of Time.
The brass-colored eyes, gazing intently, showed no emotional fluctuations. They had long seen through the essence of this Amon and had no intention of using the medium to teach Amon a lesson, as it would be meaningless for a "Blasphemer."
Amidst the flashing light, the second "Blasphemy Slate" and the twelve-section Worm of Time vanished with the illusory Tower into the gradually closing Starry Gate.
Medici slowly rose, looking at the "Deity's Fallen Banner" in his hand expressionlessly. A curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, like self-mockery or a challenge, then he transformed into pure purple light and swept towards the sky.
In the gradually calming Sea of Collective Subconscious, Adam, dressed in a simple white robe, whether he had anticipated it or had extinguished his own emotions, watched the entire process with gentle serenity, like a pure outsider. He neither offered assistance nor obstructed the slate.
This was the tacit understanding after compromise, and even more, the necessary price for an equivalent exchange!
Silently, the eyes of this "woven" Adam became hollow again. Only then did Pauli Delau withdraw his thoughts from that great battle, and his gaze became unprecedentedly fervent.
As a high-level being in the spiritual domain, who had separated into numerous identities, he had not experienced emotions of desire or even greed for hundreds of years. This was the innate pursuit of a higher life form by the spiritual body.
"Soon, as long as that Lord ascends to godhood, I will be able to become a complete Mythical Creature in the tide of the new era…"
A slightly fanatical voice echoed on the spiritual island. Pauli Delau's figure, along with the two woven Angel projections, dispersed into pure light particles and merged into the surrounding floating "light and shadow sea water."
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The Forsaken Land of the Gods, Moon City, shrouded in shadows.
A dark golden halo rose, spreading and permeating through the obscure, dark buildings, finally covering every resident of Moon City, dispelling the remaining corruption within their bodies.
The rules of this ancient city-state, which had continued for over a thousand years, quietly changed. The power mixed in the Darkness was dispelled; even if not covered by light, it would not disappear into the Darkness.
Rich spiritual fluctuations emanated, and many Moon City residents could clearly feel the Beyonder Potion within them strangely digesting on its own, which almost overturned their inherent understanding.
As time passed, these changes in low-Sequence Beyonders finally manifested in the demigods of the Elder Council.
High Priest Nim's expression subtly changed. The "Ring of Mysteries" in his hand flickered erratically. Even he, who was closest to the Angelic rank, felt the Horror Bishop Beyonder Potion rapidly digesting.
Part of this stemmed from using the "Ring of Mysteries," which itself was an advanced acting of the Servant of Concealment, thus also providing positive feedback for the digestion of the Horror Bishop Beyonder Potion.
The other part was a reason he could not comprehend, seemingly a change in some rule. Perhaps this was a miracle!
The "Nation of Concealment" covering the entire Moon City had not been lifted, but Nim could already feel an indescribable gaze cast from a mysterious place.
Standing beside him, Cavendish, as a Miracle Invoker, felt it even more intensely, his expression somewhat dazed.
As a chosen spark among Trunsoest's personal guard to be preserved for future generations, he had seen that great existence who founded the empire.
Just now, he even had the illusion of the Night Emperor's return!
The surrounding Moon City residents looked excited. At the same time, they clasped their hands together, bowed their heads, and prayed with more devotion than ever before:
"Praise be to You, great 'Lord of Order'!"
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Boundless dark golden mist enveloped a miniature, almost real world.
The magnificent palace that originally stood at the center of the world had disappeared, replaced by pillars extending to the sky, like celestial pillars supporting the entire world.
At the end of the celestial pillars, directly above the miniature world, a dark emperor wearing a nine-layered crown and with his face completely replaced by a mass of dark golden mist, had endless Chains of Order extending from his back, connecting reality and illusion.
Countless illusory voices emerged from the Chains of Order. They mixed with real praises, allowing Aaron's will to gradually return from the chaotic underlying rules.
Only at this moment did he truly become Sequence 1 Hand of Order, gaining more dominance in the fusion with the Nation of Disorder.
Within this Sefirah, the power he could mobilize was already close to the limit of a King of Angels, and he could also use certain authorities of the Black Emperor Pathway.
Moreover, for him, who was already truly embedded in the world's underlying rules, his power would not be weakened by being in reality.
Now, he could be considered truly unafraid of those two Creator's children, possessing the confidence to overturn the table.
Suppressing his somewhat restless emotions, Aaron grabbed the "Magic Wishing Lamp," its surface covered in cracks, from the churning dark golden mist. Ignoring the Lamp Spirit's curses, immense power surged into it.
Using the special connection between the Nation of Disorder and the Lamp Spirit, Aaron, who forcibly twisted and set new rules, seemed to see a mountain range shrouded in mist.