Chapter 11: prologue
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In the palace that once belonged to the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor, a long dark red table replaced the previous throne. A dozen high-back chairs decorated with complicated patterns were arranged on both sides. A few guests exchanged views with each other. Looking at each other, no one said anything.
Sitting at the end of the long table, Zhou Mingrui took everything in his eyes and felt that it was all extremely familiar, yet strange and terrifying.
He gently closed his dark eyes, never feeling so tired.
In the era when the sun was still independent of the star realm, they seemed to have gathered under the palace illuminated by dusk, plotting a conspiracy that would submerge countless living beings.
The lamp niches scattered around the hall burned silently, and the red flames illuminated the entire hall with extraordinary brightness, nakedly lifting the veil of every participant.
"Your Highness Hermes, you may wish to consider our proposal again."
On the left side of the long table, the wise man holding a book spoke in a calm tone, showing sincere respect - He is the representative of this negotiation.
"Your proposal?" Zhou Mingrui closed his eyes and nodded, a little confused, "Hera Bergen..."
"No, now I want to call you the God of Wisdom and Knowledge. Your Majesty, Wisdom. Do you want me to abandon my allies who have been with me for nearly two thousand years, and then obediently stretch my neck and hand over my life?"
The air in the hall was almost solid. The knight in tattered armor turned his head when he heard the sound, his single eye flashing orange at dusk showed no emotion.
"How dare I call myself Your Majesty in front of you," Herabergen smiled, "And even if you really lose the True Creator, we can't catch you alive."
"I believe that there is no force that can prevent your spirit body from returning to Origin Castle. You hold the most powerful authority in the world at any time. From this point of view, you are equal to us."
He paused for a moment, observing the attitude of the person diagonally opposite him, and also observing the expressions of his allies.
It's a pity that as the world's top "faceless man", Zhou Mingrui did not give Hera Bergen a chance to extend the topic and find out his inner itch.
However, the God of Wisdom didn't pay attention. Seeing that He didn't speak, he just smiled and continued:
"We all know that you have taken back the characteristics in Zaratul's hand, and your existence itself is the best interpretation of the 'Fool' ritual. You can become a god at any time..."
"But He didn't dare!" The tyrannical "tyrant" finally couldn't stand the nagging of the old lizard in a robe.
He casually pulled out a spear made entirely of thunder from the air, and pointed it at Zhou Mingrui, who was sitting below. Dark and heavy winds pressed down from the sky, as if divine punishment would fall at any time.
"Merlin Hermes," Leodro said loudly while looking at Zhou Mingrui, who was once his master, "I admire your bravery and the Creator's ability to sweep away the ancient gods and control the starry sky together."
"I'm not as literate as the old lizard. I always like to cover up my past with words." Leodro slapped the table with his free hand, "What I do is what I do. I admit that I betrayed the Creator, but I don't regret it, because He asked for it, He didn't have the ability to control the 'Sea of Chaos', He didn't have the ability to suppress the 'God' of the old era, and He didn't kill us hateful rebels right away!"
"There's no way I'm going to watch 'God' come back to life and take my life!"
Zhou Mingrui opened his eyes, and his dark pupils were still as calm as before. He just stared at Leodro silently, as if he wanted to hear what other reasons this "tyrant" could find for himself.
But he couldn't see anything. The "tyrant" who looked at him didn't think that what he said or did was wrong at all, but was even more passionate.
"I have no regrets." Leodro seemed to be cheering himself up. "Now that we have reached this point, whether it is the Creator, Solomon, or those short-lived people who briefly touched the power of gods and tortured themselves to death. Ghost, we are the ones still alive..."
"Is this what you want to say?"
Zhou Mingrui's cold voice echoed in the hall. Although it seemed pitiful compared to the extraordinary roar contained in every voice of the "tyrant", after hearing this question, Leodro actually stopped speaking.
"I probably understand what you are thinking." Zhou Mingrui put away his tired appearance and replaced it with explicit irritability, a kind of irritability that should not appear in him.
In the third era, the "God of Mystery" is different from the majestic Creator. He is the incarnation of history and a legacy of time. He should not be able to be speculated, observed, or even glimpsed into his true thoughts.
Therefore, the irritability he showed now really frightened the true gods present. The goddess of the night and the goddess of the earth looked at each other secretly across a long table.
"I understand," Zhou Mingrui sighed, "You are proving to me how solid this unbreakable alliance between your majesties is. You are proving to me that you have mastered the secret of immortality and can survive in the treacherous and unpredictable world. The ability to stand firm in battle."
His gaze slowly passed over each true god, and finally landed on the tip of the spear that the "tyrant" used to threaten him, and he couldn't help but sneer.
"This is indeed not easy, and I admit Leodro's accusation. I really don't dare to hold a ceremony to become a god. This is why I wasted more than two thousand years watching you surpass me one by one."
"you!"
"Leodro, shut your mouth. Are you happy if you have to lose the last bit of your dignity?" Badheir, who had been silent, swept away the solidified dust on his armor, "You always talk about yourself. As a symbol of bravery and determination, don't you understand? If you look through the thin and pitiful history books of our world, you will know just at a glance that just like my father, the former Giant King, in When the elves bowed their heads and the dragons fell, He never thought of handing over his uniqueness and demotion, or wagging his tail to the Creator and becoming a bullshit angel like you. He died standing."
The shadow hidden in the corner of the hall suddenly rioted. Badheir stretched out his hand to lift the dusk sword that emerged from it, and blocked the spear that the "tyrant" swept away in anger with one hand. A sneer came from behind the one-eyed visor.
"You always say that giants are a symbol of ignorance and barbarism, but even a purebred giant like me knows what backbone is and what it means to respect the enemy's ideas. The great 'God of Mystery' wants to die standing, and you have nothing to do with it. what relationship?"
The God of War's question aroused the echo of the rest of the people.
The arrogant "sun" was finally willing to give some of his residual light to Zhou Mingrui, who was at the bottom. Indescribable heat was gathering, and the holy light swept every corner of the hall, whether it was tangible reality or something else.
Brass-colored eyes poked out from the light, the quiet starry sky replaced the dome, the ground trembled slightly, and the thunder compressed to the limit touched the dusk that solidified decay, and then they all pointed in the same direction.
"I respect your thoughts, the great 'God of Mystery'," Badheir lowered the sword in his hand, "but I'm afraid you only have one option today."
"You can ask the she-wolf opposite me. We really don't have time."
Zhou Mingrui watched the farce in front of him and looked at the goddess of the night who had been silent.
Ever since the Creator unified the continent, He has become increasingly unable to understand this companion who came from the same old age as himself.
"The God of Death has come into contact with the branch of sefirah left by Gregari, and he has begun to try to break through the old days." The goddess of the night, Amanisis, said simply, ignoring Badheir's offense.
The God of Death began to accommodate the "River of Eternal Darkness"... Zhou Mingrui finally lifted his spirits.
As the current controller of Origin Castle, he is very aware of how guarded Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, or the dead and unyielding "Lord of Mysteries" is against the source matter scattered on the ground, for fear that the will sleeping in it will disturb his resurrection. Therefore, they were all locked up in the Western Continent. This was one of the reasons why the Earth had never been born in the Old World.
However, the "River of Eternal Darkness" is different. This source of essence, which is most likely to have been briefly accommodated by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, has a subtle connection with everything related to Source Castle. The "God of Death" Gregory of the Second Age , once used the uniqueness of the "door" to forcefully create an underworld in the spiritual world, and based on this, he opened up the blockade of the "River of Eternal Darkness" by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, and dug out a tributary. .
At that time, in order to expand his results, he even targeted Zhou Mingrui. However, due to his poor condition, he failed to retain the slippery "Secret Waiter". Instead, he made a mistake and tore off the body that was mixed in Zhou Mingrui's body. The "natural disaster" characteristics left in his body helped him regain his sanity.
"This is indeed worthy of attention," Zhou Mingrui nodded matter-of-factly as he walked out of the memories, "We should be happy, maybe an old one can really appear among us."
Several sneers rang out in the hall where the divine powers gathered. The gods still held the blade across Zhou Mingrui's neck, but after waiting for a few seconds, they discovered that the joy in the eyes of this "god of mystery" seemed to be true. It seems like he really agrees with the behavior of the God of Death!
Badheir put down his sword, looked around, and said "ha" to himself.
"Are you serious?"
"With all due respect, Your Highness Hermes," Herabergen seemed to have seen something, his brass eyes quietly retreated, "As someone who has seen the first blasphemous stone slab, you should be very clear about what Sallinger meant. There is no possibility of success in everything we seek. Even if fate really favors Him and He really tames the Sefirot, even if we are willing to hand over our uniqueness and express our surrender, how can you be sure that He still has the energy to understand all this and protect it? This planet?"
"I'm afraid that green-skinned snake won't even be able to recognize its own anchor by then." Leodro glanced at the unpopular Herabogen and agreed in a rare move.
The kings of angels who had gathered under the command of the Creator in the past walked aside in unison. Even though they had hated each other for thousands of years, they still had a tacit understanding at this moment. Even Osykus had hidden the illusory sun wheel and looked at the hall together with vigilance. Closed door.
The loose alliance of the six gods changed again in a short period of time. The three natural allies who coexisted in life and death began to doubt the three allies who had not reached the point of death with the Creator.
They successively noticed the rich aura of depravity descending near Trier.
"Ha," Zhou Mingrui looked at the intrigues in front of him and felt clumsy.
He thought for a while and said from the bottom of his heart:
"There is no need to doubt each other. Although the power of the night is secret, and the notarization of Oseikus does restrict my behavior, wherever I go, I will leave traces. You limit your vision to the few you think you can invite to the card table, but ignore it. My good nephews, although they do not agree with the relationship between the real Creator and the Creator, they will not just watch you cut off their chance to live."
Zhou Mingrui felt that he was a bit verbose. In the past, he always looked like a riddle man, but today he talked about everything in detail, and he didn't look like a big shot at all.
"Well..." He paused, "As for Salinger, I can't see whether his attempt is feasible, but I must recognize his courage. After all, everyone, who else among us dares to attack In the old days, according to the way we live now, there are still more than a thousand years before the outer gods tear down the barrier, can we really bring out an old day?"
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"Finished?"
In the outskirts of Trier, Medici, who was fully armed and just waiting for the True Creator's order to command the red of war and rush into the enemy's capital, was leaning on a rotten wooden pile, looking dissatisfied at Zhou Mingrui who walked out of nothingness. .
For the sake of the Lord, he didn't know how he could hold himself back from saying anything uncomfortable.
"It took a lot of effort to put you together bit by bit and stuff you into your new body, but it didn't take long for you to become angry again." Zhou Mingrui glanced at the "hunters" hidden in the fog of war behind the Red Angel and waved. waved his hand.
"Take your people and get out, now is not the time to break up with Liushen."
"Oh, it's not now..." Medici smiled sarcastically, and seemed to remember something, clenching his fists to avoid having an attack, "In my opinion, we should attack the few sitting in the room at any time. You're a traitor, you couldn't have been convinced after sitting with them for a while, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net, right?"
Zhou Mingrui glanced at Red Angel, who was not in a normal mood after his resurrection, and ignored his unreasonable troubles.
"You didn't have any conflict with Adam and Amon, did you?"
"No," Medici froze on the spot and shook his head in annoyance, "Those two guys didn't come together. Adam even got in front of the Lord while Amon wasn't paying attention. He didn't know either. What were we talking about?"
Zhou Mingrui blinked silently, and the picture in his mind changed silently. The huge gray-blue door was still closed tightly. The solemn and mysterious patterns and symbols on the surface still shone with the spiritual brilliance left by Zhou Mingrui when he left last time. Just like the orange color that envelopes it, it always stops at the moment of decay and death.
He stared at the door and couldn't help but think of the last time he stood in front of it.
The figure in black robes walked into the palace under his witness. The layers of illusory wings were swallowed up by the darkness behind the door, taking away the last trace of daylight above the royal court. In Zhou Mingrui's eyes at that time, Like dusk swallowing up noon, foreshadowing defeat soon to come.
"Let's go." He sighed and pulled himself back from the past.
"I saw some very interesting things. There are many opportunities to defeat them, and there is no shortage of them right now."
"Salinger is crazy, there's a war coming."
The "God of Mystery" entered the spiritual world first. Medici looked at the place where he disappeared, "tsk", and finally lowered his head, disappearing into the depths of the mist together with his war red.
The sun is about to set, and the few lights in Trier are twinkling in the dusk, just like the inaudible laughter.
For the mortals on earth, this is just another ordinary day.
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The gray December has just passed for an hour, and the bells welcoming the new year echoed in the city of St. Milon, but it can no longer bring back the glory and peace of the "Black Emperor" period. The entire city was built with the palace as the center. , stuck in the quagmire of winter, teetering on the edge of collapse.
White snowflakes fell quietly from the sky. On the observatory at the site of the former Abraham family mansion, Zhou Mingrui looked up at the faded starry field, his thin robes rustling.
His eyes were wandering among the stars, looking intently for something, or someone he knew.
I don't know since when, the starry sky has lost its romantic gauze cover. The countless sparkling, crystal-clear, and daydream-inducing light spots and long rivers are all left with the burnt-out coldness. It seems that a pair of big hands are taking the Their vitality has been taken away, leaving only cold corpses and horrific afterimages hanging in the sky, serving as the sustenance of the earth's creatures for a better future.
However, not all stars end up like this. For example, the one Zhou Mingrui is looking for, the morning star that is always accompanied by blue, shuttles between burning and annihilating stars all year round, and has an almost eternal life. , the fresh vitality... But now, He has disappeared.
Now only a corner of the white marble observatory remains. Under the heavy white snow, the original beauty is even less visible. A wanderer in black brushed the snow that fell on the railing and pushed the Monocle over right eye.
"He is exiled in the interlayer between the barrier and reality. If you look at the sky, you can only attract the attention of a few guests outside."
As if to echo the words of the visitor, the icy debris of the planet in the sky flickered strangely a few times, as if it was blinking.
"You don't have to say anything if you don't know how to speak." Zhou Mingrui's face was as cold as frost and he no longer looked at the sky.
"As far as I know, Salinger has logged into Trunsoest... Oh, no, should it be called Roen now?" Amon paused deliberately, with a bad smile on his lips, "I heard It is said that Augustus and Castile have said hello to the night and the storm. If Sallinger hadn't suddenly raised his troops and marched northward, poor Trunsoest's last remaining reputation might have been destroyed. They divided it up."
Zhou Mingrui looked at the palace where the emperor no longer lived, his dark eyes filled with confusion.
"It goes by so fast. It seems like in the blink of an eye, I don't see many familiar friends anymore."
"This is not like what the 'God of Mysteries' would say." Zhou Mingrui obviously made Amon amused. The son of God reached out his hand with a strange expression and stole the depraved aura nearby.
"In the Third Age, you helped my father and killed the last of your compatriots with your own hands. Poor Suniasolem tried to win over you, but what he got in return was indifference."
Amon thought for a while, looked like he suddenly realized something, and added:
"Not entirely. At least you saved his wife and relatives."
Zhou Mingrui patted Bingshuang on his shoulders, automatically filtered out Amon's trash talk, and continued:
"I've been thinking recently, if I had stopped Bethel and given Him another option, would the situation now be better."
In the Third Age, the "Mr. Door" that everyone knows today was not yet the powerful King of Angels. He was recommended by the priests of his hometown in the glorious age. As the youngest local demigod to meet the Creator, he received a new surname.
Of course, he was not the only one to receive such an honor at that time, and a "Wanderer" with only Sequence Three did not deserve more attention. Bethel Abraham was happy with the status quo and did not choose to ask other people who had received their surnames. During the same period, he showed himself the same way, but asked for blessings from the other righteous god who was at the side of the Creator at that time - the "God of Mystery".
He wants to go to the stars.
"At that time, I still had a copy of 'Secret Waiter' that I didn't have time to accommodate..."
"So what do you think, dismantling yourself and feeding it to Bethel?" Amon interrupted Zhou Mingrui, his eternal smile showing signs of losing control.
"Actually, I have also considered you." Zhou Mingrui took a deep breath and said it with some difficulty.
He didn't wait for Amon, who was stunned on the spot, to react, and shattered his last illusion.
"But the mark of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun on you is stronger than mine, so you are the first one I exclude."
"Ha, interesting, interesting," Amon clapped his hands, as if he was not the one who almost lost his temper just now, "So you took the initiative to come to me, you didn't come to me specifically to tell me this, right?"
"No," Zhou Mingrui shook his head slightly, "I want to ask you to do me a favor."
"Tell me and listen." Amon narrowed his eyes slightly and used his fingers to hold the lower end of his monocle.
"What do you think of me holding the ceremony to become a god now?" Zhou Mingrui completely let go of his worries and said something shocking.
Of course, he knew that Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's consciousness was still quite strong, and even just to accommodate the uniqueness, he needed to devote half of his energy to suppress the awakening consciousness in his body.
But the current situation did not give him a chance to choose, just like the last time he negotiated with Liushen.
He also wanted to delay it until two hundred years before the end, to find a good opportunity to smoothly become a real "Fool", but no one expected that the Southern Continent, which had always been regarded as a barbarian land by the gods, would actually do something like this. Such an irrational move.
Salinger, who had gained the greatest benefit from the War of the Four Emperors, clearly had the capital to continue the confrontation between the north and the south, but he seemed to be more anxious than anyone else, as if he was driven crazy by the "River of Eternal Darkness" in his hands. The uniqueness of the "Red Priest", which contains another source of pollution, was used as a life-saving medicine.
Zhou Mingrui only felt more tired.
The six gods who are at the same level as him still have the possibility of appeasement for the time being, but facing a crazy dual-path true god who will drag all living creatures into the River Styx at any time and is contaminated by double sources, he sometimes If you don't want to, just commit suicide.
"Do you really think so?" Amon's questioning voice sounded in his ears.
The "God of Mischief", who is always known for his bad character, raised his eyebrows and used his own method to dissuade:
"Aren't you afraid that I will tamper with your godhood ceremony, or that your gambling will destroy all hope?"
"Don't expect 'The Hanged Man' to tell you the truth. He's not as good as you."
"I can promise you that I will not protect Pales." Zhou Mingrui pinched Amon's seven inches, "I know that you have already devoured Jacob, and there is only one last piece of 'Insect of Time' left."
This is the greatest sincerity Zhou Mingrui can show, and even the true creator does not know it beforehand.
Although Salinger has just landed on the Northern Continent, his undead army has already approached Trier, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate the "Red Priest". But even in this situation, the Six Gods still stood aside and moved their main believers to the ground. It seems that the Kingdom of God will never move a finger until the situation is completely clear.
"Have you really decided?" Amon's smile disappeared, "I can't guarantee the success rate."
"The Hanged Man and Adam will also be present. If I lose control, he will destroy the ceremony immediately," Zhou Mingrui sighed, trying to squeeze out a smile, "Before I fail, I will put the people who boarded the Source Castle The method is left to you."
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In the eastern part of the Sea of Mist, thick shadows have suppressed the deep blue and almost black ocean. Sixteen huge gray-white stone pillars are distributed in a circular shape on the edge of the black ocean. Fantasy creatures that came out of dreams knelt down near the stone pillars and chanted devoutly. A hymn in praise of the "God of Mysteries."
Amon is among them.
He doesn't like these imaginary creatures. Although they have real spiritual bodies and independent personalities, He resists such near-real fakes.
The place where He stood was several kilometers away from the area designated by Zhou Mingrui for the ceremony, and there were other angels guarding the area to prevent beings with evil intentions from intervening.
Tsk, no sense of adventure at all... As vibrations came from the endless heights, Amon stretched out his arm, and his vision blocked by the fog suddenly became clear. His monocle locked on the man floating in the illusory ocean. "The God of Mysteries".
On the monocle made of crystal, countless symbols, patterns, and logos stand out, swimming quickly, intertwining, reorganizing, or changing, as if they are performing precise calculations.
His vision encompasses the reality and spiritual world near the "God of Mystery", and even some symbols of the star world. Then as the "Angel of Time" frowns, a large clock made of pure light spots rises from the ground. Covered on the surface of a gray-white stone pillar, the blue-black dial rotated rapidly, stealing his time to expand the scope of "decryption".
In an instant, Amon saw all the symbols in the area occupied by the entire illusory ocean.
His pupils were dyed white by the light, he raised his hand with difficulty and snapped his fingers.
Boom!
The distant bells rang in the fog of the Sea of Misty, and the eyes wandered behind the hanging shadow curtain. The blond priest with eyes as pure as a baby held the cross hanging on his chest, and a quill made of light was writing quickly at His feet. stand up.
"'The God of Mystery', as the king of angels who has been in charge of uniqueness for thousands of years, it is reasonable for him to succeed in promotion and maintain himself at this moment."
As the last word fell, the eyes hidden behind the shadow curtain revealed their true appearance. The "God of Mystery" floating in the sea instantly felt that his spirit was splitting. The shadow behind him actually had a physical form at this moment, slowly but surely. He took a step forward and tore himself away from the "God of Mystery".
However, this stripped "shadow" did not show a symbol of depravity, but looked around blankly. It was not until he saw an existence that looked exactly like the one in his memory that he stopped, confused. Tilted his head.
Adam closed his eyes and started writing again with the quill at his feet.
"The human side of the 'God of Mystery' pursues his own integrity and tries to steal his identity..."
"...Perhaps due to the interference of the 'Hanged Man' and Zhou Mingrui's own kindness, he did not choose to take away everything he owned."
This script that violated the rules and logic trembled, and seemed to be about to collapse at any time, but it only trembled for a moment, and the quill made of brilliance began to write again, and the direction of reality also followed the script.
The incarnation of "wrong" creates enough holes where anything is possible.
"Shadow" raised his hand, and having the same ability as "The God of Mystery", he closed his fingers and twisted his wrist quickly.
Because the self-awareness of the "God of Mystery" did not resist, and even actively cooperated, "Shadow" only tried three times to steal most of the identity, destiny and anchor from Him - but this did not include "The God of Mystery" God's knowledge of the past.
At the same time, Amon, who was at the edge of the ocean, stretched out his hand and pulled out a figure with a crown on his head and a majestic face from the air on the side.
"Do it, Your Majesty the Emperor." Amon smiled sarcastically, and the figure standing next to him moved accordingly. His dull eyes looked at the two people who were very similar, and he gently turned his wrist.
The shadow of order is boiling here, and with the "error", the identities of the "God of Mystery" and "Shadow" are distorted.
For a time, the "Shadow" that captured most of the symbols of the "God of Mystery" lost Zhou Mingrui's identity, and the "Fool" who occupied more parts gradually became dominant; but only the characteristics are still in the body, and the state at this time depends entirely on the fantasy creature. The supporting "God of Mystery" froze, and his dark eyes gradually revealed the dark brown behind him.
No matter how his status is improved, in the deepest part of his heart, he still retains the knowledge that his name is Zhou Mingrui. But at this time, under the guidance of distortion and error, this knowledge has become that he is still the same person from the old era. That mortal Zhou Mingrui.
A long shining river with countless tributaries starts from the source of the spiritual world and slowly flows to cover reality, drowning the "shadow" and the "god of mystery".
For a moment, two figures flickered, and the same face was different. One had elf features, while the other had fatness and was no longer youthful.
In the long river of fate, the "God of Mystery" raised his head with difficulty and stared in Amon's direction.
Without any words, the "Angel of Time" understood what He meant.
Under the gray-white stone pillar, Amon took out the characteristics that originally belonged to Zarath, gently released his hand, and then used the cohesion of this characteristic to turn his wrist and directly take out all the characteristics contained by the "God of Mystery".
He turned the other person into an entity with only personality and identity, but no extraordinary characteristics.
Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's murmurs disappeared... Zhou Mingrui had never felt so calm. He looked at the "Hanged Man" behind the shadow curtain and bound his own "UU Reading www. uukanshu.netShadow", he couldn't help but stop breathing.
Maybe giving up now is a good choice... He swallowed, greedily enjoying the peace in his mind and the weight of walking away.
But in the end, reason prevailed over selfish desires. Zhou Mingrui closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, stretched out his hands and opened his arms to the characteristics that Amon had stripped away.
He lowered his head, and the evil tentacles that had collapsed and extended were hanging down, as quiet as if they had lost their souls.
The fog of history surfaced into reality on its own initiative without anyone summoning it, presenting a strange state of contradictory separation. On one side was the quiet Zhou Mingrui, and on the other side was the phantom in a robe with uniqueness as the main body, wearing a silver mask.
The contradictory history that cannot be reconciled by itself connects the two people, showing a strong cohesion and making choices on their behalf.
The mist wrapped in countless light fragments instantly fell from the center, pulling the beings at both ends into nothingness, turning into a dark and deep liquid with no fixed shape.
This liquid seemed to have been hollowed out of flesh, blood, and internal organs, leaving nothing on the surface.
But soon it expanded again. As the "Hanged Man" regained the power to maintain the independent existence of the "Shadow", the identity, destiny, and anchor of the "God of Mystery" all returned to the thin liquid. Inside, filling in the missing parts of the other party.
Gray mist and black liquid blended together, and dense worms entangled on the surface, woven into a translucent dark robe, which gently fell on Zhou Mingrui, who had returned from the contradictions of history.
He exuded an ancient aura, and there seemed to be two souls peering out from his dark eyes, one ready to move, the other showing heavy exhaustion.
More than four thousand years after the death of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, "The Fool" once again set foot on this land.
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