I'm a villain, not a devil

Why are there eleven altars inside this 'World Tree'...

Sean thought for a moment and then closed his eyes.

The terrain he had walked along the way appeared in his mind and then formed a picture.

Sean slowly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The lake here is too huge to feel it personally when walking around, but after combining the pictures, you can find that this light red lake is almost identical to the round table in the Thinking Hall, and even the eleven altars and eleven seats are in the same position.

In other words, this place can be regarded as an expanded version of the round table.

Looking down, this place is the last altar, which can accommodate a total of 1,100 sacrifices. If it is divided according to the seating order, this is the position of Saint Eleven.

The numbers representing the seats in the Thinking Hall were not divided into different levels. Instead, Sean had ranked the seats in order in order to deceive people - Saint One was the largest, and Saint Eleven was the smallest.

After thinking for a moment, Sean walked towards the altar he had passed before. It was the third from the last and could accommodate eight hundred sacrifices.

After searching around, nothing unusual was found, and the voice in his mind didn't give any warnings. However, Sean has always been a man with a lot of clever ideas.

He discovered that if the altar was enlarged many times and reached a certain limit, the shape it constructed would match the "Lake Round Table".

Without hesitation, Sean gently hooked his fingers, and a fox tail emerged from behind him - the fox magic began to show its power.

The shadow of a seat grew from small to large until it matched the upper limit that Sean had researched.

The light red lake suddenly flickered, and a ray of light emerged from the bottom of the lake and connected to the seat constructed by the phantom.

"Is it successful on the first try?"

Sean did not show any joy, instead, a look of suspicion flashed across his face.

He was acting on his instincts, but right now, it seemed like they were pointing straight to the right answer.

Then...

Sean slowly closed his eyes, and then, a shadow with the same image as him slowly stepped out from his forehead. Immediately, this shadow expanded and expanded at an astonishing speed, and instantly transformed into a giant ten thousand feet tall, standing between heaven and earth.

The giant's body is as majestic as a mountain, blocking out the sun and sky, and his eyes are like two burning flames, flashing with blazing light, and every blink seems to be able to light up the whole world. The giant's skin seems to be carved from the hardest rock, and every muscle contains endless power, which makes people feel awe.

His breathing was deep and powerful, and every breath was accompanied by a thunderous roar, as if even the heaven and earth were shaking. The giant's arms were as thick as pillars, and his fingers seemed to be able to easily tear the space, while his legs were like two giant pillars, firmly supporting this huge body.

The giant slowly lowered his head, glanced at the equally huge seat next to him, and then sat down.

When the giant took his seat, the light coming from the bottom of the lake burst out with a strong and ancient breath. That breath seemed to have been flowing since the first day of the world. It contained a huge energy that made people's heart beat faster, and even the fragments of the evil god in Sean's body emitted a resonance-like vibration.

Sean's eyes sparkled, and he felt something... moving?!

However, before Sean could realize what that thing was, a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart. He suddenly turned his head to look at the lake. The originally calm surface like a mirror suddenly rolled and boiled.

Something extremely terrifying is about to come out from inside!

Sean felt something, and the chair constructed by the fox magic disappeared along with the giant.

The light connecting to the bottom of the lake retreated instantly, and the thing that was about to come out also stopped moving all of a sudden, leaving only the still boiling lake surface to prove its existence.

The huge consumption of the fox magic and the strong pressure from the unknown creature just now made Sean take a deep breath. After he slowly exhaled again, his wildly beating heart finally calmed down.

"Damn it, I guessed that the number of sacrifices on the altar was the opposite of the number of seats on the round table in the Thinking Hall, so I tried it based on my intuition... Damn, what is hidden under this lake?"

He frowned deeply. The threat that struck his instinct just now was too terrifying. Sean even doubted that if that thing got out of the lake, Bai Ye would probably lose his life here.

Moreover, that thing was not the ancient aura revealed before. Sean had a vague feeling in his heart - that might be the existence guarding the ancient aura, it was a... guard.

"So it seems that the ancient aura is just a part of something at the bottom of the lake... It just escaped when it sensed that a saint had returned... But that was just an illusion I created..."

Sean muttered to himself in thought, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Judging from the current situation, the Hall of Thought and the Slate of Creation are still hiding more secrets that I am not aware of.

"Noah, did you sense what happened just now?" Sean asked.

Noah's voice was also solemn. "Yes, Saint Three, you seem to have returned to your place in reality just now - but there is no relevant information recorded in my database. According to my underlying data, the Mind Hall is a technological creation and should not be associated with the ancient gods."

Sean frowned slightly: "Ancient god? How can you be sure that the one who just exuded the breath is an ancient god?"

"This is a deduction from my database. Thanks to your generosity, my program is constantly evolving. Combining all the information I can use, my personal inclination is that there may be an ancient god sleeping at the bottom of the lake - oh, my wording is a little inaccurate, that shouldn't be the bottom of the lake."

Noah whispered, "Master Saint III, this place may be connected to a deeper place."

"Deeper..." Sean repeated in a low voice, his eyes shining with a gleam, "This dead tree, its roots have taken root in an unimaginable depth?"

"It is very likely, I think, that there are secrets related to the Hall of Thought hidden there, and also ancient gods are sleeping there." Noah gave his final conclusion.

Sean nodded thoughtfully. Noah's analysis did make sense, but the key was how the tree got here and why there was a sense of fraud in it.

When thinking alone, Sean sat down as usual and kicked the nearby stones with his feet.

He exerted his strength as before, then raised his eyes slightly, looking for the familiar arc.

However, Sean did not see any trace of the flying stone.