"This seems to be the border area between the Hornacis Mountains and Midseashire in the Northern Continent, but there seems to be a fundamental difference."
Feeling that rather familiar sense of blurriness and distortion, Aaron's eyebrows slightly raised, and he immediately understood that this was the amplification of chaos in the underlying rules, which then affected its integration with reality.
That mountain range had already formed a special place, and similar but not identical areas included the Death mausoleum in the Berserk Sea and the Sea of Ruins in the Sonia Sea.
Nodding thoughtfully, Aaron confirmed he had found his intended target, sensing that peculiar place intertwined with reality yet out of place, and directly used the Hand of Order's power through a medium to make a mark on the underlying rules.
Before he could continue his investigation, the "Magic Wishing Lamp," which had been pliable, suddenly emitted golden mist, and the strange valley in the consciousness medium abruptly rose with an all-obscuring mist, the medium's direction forcibly altered!
The dark-gold mist covering his body rippled, Aaron frowned, and immense power instantly suppressed the unruly Lamp Spirit.
But the consciousness image filled with mist did not dissipate; a power originating from the Nation of Disorder, utilizing a loophole in the rules, prevented the medium from being interrupted.
His expression quickly turned solemn. Considering that he had just advanced to Hand of Order and still needed some time to stabilize his state, Aaron abandoned his somewhat risky probing idea and immediately acted with full force, directly sealing all mediums between the Nation of Disorder and the outside world.
The Trunsoest Brass Book flew out from the dark-gold mist. After advancing to Hand of Order, he no longer worried about this Uniqueness completely animating. He wrote with his hand like a pen below the series of silvery words.
"Without permission, no existence shall establish contact with the Nation of Disorder in any form!"
As the dark-gold mist, imbued with Aaron's spiritual imprint, surged in, the Trunsoest Brass Book unfurled in mid-air, resonating with the entire dark-gold world.
The originally stable image immediately began to tremble. Before the loophole in the Order was filled, a planet shrouded in white mist appeared at the last moment.
It seemed to sense the gaze from the ethereal realm, like waking from a deep dream; dense, shifting white mist instantly permeated, and an indescribable sound echoed in the Cosmos behind it, vastly different and more profound and eerie than the Astral World.
Even though the source was isolated, the mere power that permeated caused the entire Nation of Disorder to undergo an anomaly, like water boiling to its peak.
Vast power, like boiling steam, self-activated, converging into a torrent, gradually grinding away the whispers attached to the illusory nation.
After repeatedly confirming no residual contamination, the Nation of Disorder finally returned to peace. Aaron looked at the white vortex, gathered in his hand and swirling with mist, his expression grave.
He admitted that he had been a bit overconfident. Even with the King of Angels's authority and complete control over the Nation of Disorder, a nearly crippled Outer God was not something he could handle at present.
Fortunately, his reaction was decisive enough, coupled with the protection of the Primordial One's barrier, only a portion of the power had permeated, which was still within the manageable range.
Looking at the "Magic Wishing Lamp" that was playing dead again, Aaron no longer wasted words and directly isolated and sealed it. After a moment of thought, he redirected his gaze to the miniature world below.
Before the Primordial One's barrier was completely shattered, compared to the threat of the Outer God, George III's impending Shock for the Black Emperor's godhood was the most pressing issue he faced.
Compared to Will Auceptin, who had held the Uniqueness for thousands of years without progress, he at least had a clear goal and could attempt to accommodate the Trunsoest Brass Book with a simplified god-making ritual combined with the Nation of Disorder.
And George III was the best, even the only, choice. For him now, the primary task was to quickly digest the Hand of Order potion and make his divinity sufficient to bear the Uniqueness.
With this thought, Aaron recalled the condition he had promised Will Auceptin and, with a slight movement of his mind, lit up the brilliant star symbolizing Bernadette in the sky above.
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Fog Sea, La Cha Island, Emerald Palace.
The tall Bernadette stood behind the railing, her illusory Eye of Secrecy suspended high, thoughtfully examining the quietly changing Order on the island, absorbing knowledge related to rules.
The next second, her brows slightly furrowed, and her azure eyes suddenly became deep and distant, looking at the sky where the warm sun hung high, as if piercing through reality to glimpse the contracting and expanding gray-white planet in the desolate Cosmos.
Skillfully stripping away the contaminated information flow within her body, Bernadette heard a majestic voice, which gradually relaxed her tightly furrowed brows.
A moment later, the thin dark-gold mist dissipated, and around Bernadette, peach blossoms instantly fell, vibrant and colorful.
As if an invisible Door had opened, a peach forest, lush with vegetation and blooming flowers, appeared before her eyes, cut off by the mountain at the end of the water source in the forest, only able to try to extend out from a small cave.
Taking a step, Bernadette's figure disappeared into that seemingly unreal, water-flowing cave.
The core area of the vibrant peach forest was already filled with and gradually decaying from Death's aura, and even feathered serpent down began to grow on the weathered ground.
And the source of the Death's aura was a metallic-lustered pale mask. The mask only had holes for the eyes, with no other seams, and it was precisely "Pale Death."
An illusory river, mixed with symbolic patterns, encircled a milky-white six-sided die, firmly fixing it beneath the mask.
After being influenced by Calderón, this level 0 Sealed Artifact, whose essence was Sequence 1 "Pale Emperor," became even more terrifying and bizarre. Within its range, not only would the concept of "Death" itself weather and vanish, but it even exhibited partial authority over the decay of all things.
To a certain extent, it could suppress the continued animation of the "Die of Probability," but as a price, "Pale Death," which had already undergone unknown changes, would also be gradually awakened.
Pure white, illusory feathers emerged from behind her. Bernadette pondered for a moment, then took out the Wheel of Fortune card. The shimmering River of Fate coiled within this "Mystical Reenactment" space, converging with the illusory river surrounding the "Die of Probability."
Taking the milky-white die, which had re-coalesced into amber and was firmly sealed, into her palm, Bernadette quickly arranged the ritual and sacrificed "Pale Death," whose facial contours on the mask were becoming increasingly clear, to the "Lord of Order."
Watching the thick, mottled dark-gold double Door slowly close, Bernadette, after grinding away the remaining decaying and corrupting aura, did not linger. She transformed into a pure information torrent, enveloping the "Die of Probability," and disappeared into the rippling River of Fate.This seems to be the border area between the Hornacis Mountains and the Midseashire in the Northern Continent, but there seems to be a fundamental difference."
Feeling that rather familiar sense of blurriness and distortion, Aaron's eyebrows slightly raised, and he immediately understood that this was the amplification of chaos in the underlying rules, which then affected its integration with reality.
That mountain range had already formed a special place, and similar but not identical areas included the Death mausoleum in the Berserk Sea and the Sea of Ruins in the Sonia Sea.
Nodding thoughtfully, Aaron confirmed he had found his intended target, sensing that peculiar place intertwined with reality yet out of place, and directly used the Hand of Order's power through a medium to make a mark on the underlying rules.
Before he could continue his investigation, the "Magic Wishing Lamp," which had been pliable, suddenly emitted golden mist, and the strange valley in the consciousness medium abruptly rose with an all-obscuring mist, the medium's direction forcibly altered!
The dark-gold mist covering his body rippled, Aaron frowned, and immense power instantly suppressed the unruly Lamp Spirit.
But the consciousness image filled with mist did not dissipate; a power originating from the Nation of Disorder, utilizing a loophole in the rules, prevented the medium from being interrupted.
His expression quickly turned solemn. Considering that he had just advanced to Hand of Order and still needed some time to stabilize his state, Aaron abandoned his somewhat risky probing idea and immediately acted with full force, directly sealing all mediums between the Nation of Disorder and the outside world.
The Trunsoest Brass Book flew out from the dark-gold mist. After advancing to Hand of Order, he no longer worried about this Uniqueness completely animating. He wrote with his hand like a pen below the series of silvery words.
"Without permission, no existence shall establish contact with the Nation of Disorder in any form!"
As the dark-gold mist, imbued with Aaron's spiritual imprint, surged in, the Trunsoest Brass Book unfurled in mid-air, resonating with the entire dark-gold world.
The originally stable image immediately began to tremble. Before the loophole in the Order was filled, a planet shrouded in white mist appeared at the last moment.
It seemed to sense the gaze from the ethereal realm, like waking from a deep dream; dense, shifting white mist instantly permeated, and an indescribable sound echoed in the Cosmos behind it, vastly different and more profound and eerie than the Astral World.
Even though the source was isolated, the mere power that permeated caused the entire Nation of Disorder to undergo an anomaly, like water boiling to its peak.
Vast power, like boiling steam, self-activated, converging into a torrent, gradually grinding away the whispers attached to the illusory nation.
After repeatedly confirming no residual contamination, the Nation of Disorder finally returned to peace. Aaron looked at the white vortex, gathered in his hand and swirling with mist, his expression grave.
He admitted that he had been a bit overconfident. Even with the King of Angels's authority and complete control over the Nation of Disorder, a nearly crippled Outer God was not something he could handle at present.
Fortunately, his reaction was decisive enough, coupled with the protection of the Primordial One's barrier, only a portion of the power had permeated, which was still within the manageable range.
Looking at the "Magic Wishing Lamp" that was playing dead again, Aaron no longer wasted words and directly isolated and sealed it. After a moment of thought, he redirected his gaze to the miniature world below.
Before the Primordial One's barrier was completely shattered, compared to the threat of the Outer God, George III's impending Shock for the Black Emperor's godhood was the most pressing issue he faced.
Compared to Will Auceptin, who had held the Uniqueness for thousands of years without progress, he at least had a clear goal and could attempt to accommodate the Trunsoest Brass Book with a simplified god-making ritual combined with the Nation of Disorder.
And George III was the best, even the only, choice. For him now, the primary task was to quickly digest the Hand of Order potion and make his divinity sufficient to bear the Uniqueness.
With this thought, Aaron recalled the condition he had promised Will Auceptin and, with a slight movement of his mind, lit up the brilliant star symbolizing Bernadette in the sky above.
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Fog Sea, La Cha Island, Emerald Palace.
The tall Bernadette stood behind the railing, her illusory Eye of Secrecy suspended high, thoughtfully examining the quietly changing Order on the island, absorbing knowledge related to rules.
The next second, her brows slightly furrowed, and her azure eyes suddenly became deep and distant, looking at the sky where the warm sun hung high, as if piercing through reality to glimpse the contracting and expanding gray-white planet in the desolate Cosmos.
Skillfully stripping away the contaminated information flow within her body, Bernadette heard a majestic voice, which gradually relaxed her tightly furrowed brows.
A moment later, the thin dark-gold mist dissipated, and around Bernadette, peach blossoms instantly fell, vibrant and colorful.
As if an invisible Door had opened, a peach forest, lush with vegetation and blooming flowers, appeared before her eyes, cut off by the mountain at the end of the water source in the forest, only able to try to extend out from a small cave.
Taking a step, Bernadette's figure disappeared into that seemingly unreal, water-flowing cave.
The core area of the vibrant peach forest was already filled with and gradually decaying from Death's aura, and even feathered serpent down began to grow on the weathered ground.
And the source of the Death's aura was a metallic-lustered pale mask. The mask only had holes for the eyes, with no other seams, and it was precisely "Pale Death."
An illusory river, mixed with symbolic patterns, encircled a milky-white six-sided die, firmly fixing it beneath the mask.
After being influenced by Calderón, this level 0 Sealed Artifact, whose essence was Sequence 1 "Pale Emperor," became even more terrifying and bizarre. Within its range, not only would the concept of "Death" itself weather and vanish, but it even exhibited partial authority over the decay of all things.
To a certain extent, it could suppress the continued animation of the "Die of Probability," but as a price, "Pale Death," which had already undergone unknown changes, would also be gradually awakened.
Pure white, illusory feathers emerged from behind her. Bernadette pondered for a moment, then took out the Wheel of Fortune card. The shimmering River of Fate coiled within this "Mystical Reenactment" space, converging with the illusory river surrounding the "Die of Probability."
Taking the milky-white die, which had re-coalesced into amber and was firmly sealed, into her palm, Bernadette quickly arranged the ritual and sacrificed "Pale Death," whose facial contours on the mask were becoming increasingly clear, to the "Lord of Order."
Watching the thick, mottled dark-gold double Door slowly close, Bernadette, after grinding away the remaining decaying and corrupting aura, did not linger. She transformed into a pure information torrent, enveloping the "Die of Probability," and disappeared into the rippling River of Fate.