Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

A ray of light invisible to the naked eye emerged from nothingness, surging like a torrent, reflecting a brilliant starry sky in the sky, and scattering one brilliant ray after another, converging into a magnificent pillar of light, covering the entire sky.

The black fog formed by various desires and emotions was constantly dissolved by the starlight and quickly collapsed and dissipated.

Amid the prayers of many believers, the “Hidden Sage” performed His miracles.

At the same time as the Hidden Sage appeared, dim, unclear, and colorless rays of light, as if composed of a vast amount of imaginary things, emerged from the "Perfect Land" and bloomed in the astral realm. In an instant, they crossed the infinite distance and headed straight for the "Hidden Sage."

In the sky covered by stars, an orange-red light suddenly lit up, and the color of dusk forcefully broke in and occupied most of the sky.

As this dusk appeared, the surrounding matter and the void began to bend, and all things began to decay uncontrollably, including the starlight created by the "Hidden Sage", the hazy light descending from the perfect land, and all kinds of desires and emotions intertwined in the black fog brought by the "dark side of the universe".

Amon looked up at the ever-changing sky, curled his lips, and sighed lightly:

“This is getting more and more interesting.”

After two seconds of silence, he suddenly looked at Renekton and chuckled:

"Since none of us are sure of forcing the other side to retreat, how about a temporary truce? Wouldn't it be more interesting to sit together in the audience and watch those high and mighty gods fighting each other?"

"This way we can hold the other party back. Anyway, no matter what we do, it will be difficult to hide it from the other party's eyes."

Renekton glanced sideways at Amon and said thoughtfully:

"Did the damage to your uniqueness cause you to lose contact with your original body?"

"you guess?"

Amon pressed the monocle with several cracks on it where his right eye was, and spoke in a calm and playful tone.

"I think so. What do you say I take this opportunity to grab a copy of the 'Fate Horse' feature?"

Renekton said calmly, and just as he finished speaking, the sound of flowing water appeared under his feet, and pink peach petals fell in the air.

Silently, a barrier that was isolated from the outside world and difficult to connect to was formed around, and the scenery in the distance became blurry.

Amon looked around and said in a relaxed tone:

"Steam has taken action personally, aren't you curious at all?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and took off the monocle on his right eye, then took out a brand new monocle without a single crack from his pocket.

He looked at Renekton, whose eyes flashed with shock, and chuckled:

"I am not the real person, and the monocle I wear is naturally not the real person either."

"Since it's not the original body, of course I can take as much as I want and I can replace it at any time."

As he spoke, he put a new monocle on his right eye, and the cracked monocle was easily crushed by him, turning into a faint white light that merged into his body.

After a moment of silence, Renekton said:

"I don't understand the uniqueness of 'error', but I understand 'the river of eternal darkness'."

It was as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing. Amid the noisy shrieking sounds, a dark green and black river rose from under Renekton's feet and rushed towards Amon in a mighty manner.

Countless transparent souls struggled in the river, pulling each other. They stretched out their skinny, pale, or withered arms, trying to pull Amon into the river.

Amon stood there with a relaxed look on his face, allowing the dark green and black river water to drown him and pass through him, but it could never touch him.

Amon folded his arms across his chest and said calmly:

"I got some inspiration from your 'mysterious reappearance'. As long as I steal my own location and concepts of existence, store them in a dimension separate from reality, and confuse them with certain specific things, I can appear in reality in a state of both presence and detachment."

"You've become more talkative, what are you hiding?"

"The damage to the 'error' uniqueness hasn't been repaired, has it?"

Renekton stared at Amon firmly, paying attention to every expression on his face. Unfortunately, I am not a spectator and cannot read his mind.

Amon chuckled, without any sense of urgency about his secret being discovered, and spoke calmly:

"You can give it a try. Russell once said that practice is the only criterion for testing truth. I think this is a good statement."

"Why are you talking to me so much? Is it to help you pay attention to the outside world?"

Renekton's body suddenly became ethereal and decomposed into streams of information, which flowed freely in this structured space, constantly reorganizing to construct a series of illusory books, which stacked up and filled the entire space, as if the entire world was enclosed within itself.

On each book there is a lavender eye that flashes with a cold and pure light. The higher you go, the darker it is, and the more it is filled with the aura of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster.

All of these eyes were fixed on Amon, outlining blurry figures similar to Amon on the book, as if they could see everything about Amon and reveal all his secrets.

Amon glanced around calmly, taking in every book and every eye. He saw a familiar figure in these books, the figure of the dragon famous for its wisdom.

"Heh, interesting, that old lizard actually wants you to analyze its mythical creature form."

With a low mocking voice, Amon's figure became blurred, like an old malfunctioning TV, with pixels twitching.

In this state, the shadows projected by the eyes on the books also began to become blurred and distorted. They flickered, some turned into black-feathered crows, some turned into middle-aged gentlemen in formal suits and top hats, some turned into ascetics in gray and white robes, and there were even dust particles in the air that were so fine that they were difficult to see with the naked eye.

The figures projected in the book kept twisting and distorting, being corrected and distorted, but none of them belonged to Amon.

Bits of light blue starlight overflowed from the eyes on the books. They moved quickly, fixing the figures that appeared on the books, then recording and destroying them.

"Heh" Amon sneered and pressed the monocle on his right eye.

A huge, ancient, mottled shadow emerged above his head.

This shadow is like the surface of a wall clock carved from stone. It is divided into twelve grids. Each grid is either grayish white or green and black, intertwined with each other, has clear boundaries, and has different symbols.

Amon's action seemed to have triggered a chain reaction. The shadow of the ancient mottled wall clock was also outlined on the surrounding books. Eyes flashing cold and pure light watched and analyzed the shadow from different angles.

An illusory bell rang, and the longest hand on the ancient, mottled wall clock moved one notch clockwise.

An indescribable invisible torrent surged out from the shadows, as if coming from across a long history, and the narrative swept around.

The illusory books that filled the entire space began to shake, as if they would collapse at any time.

Soon, the pages of those imaginary books stacked up one after another began to turn, as if they had found a gap in the invisible torrent and quickly stabilized themselves.

It was as if the invisible torrent that had traveled through a long history quickly receded, and Amon's figure disappeared with it.

In the silent silence, many faint white lights appeared on the stacked books, wandering around freely. In each light spot, there was a time worm with twelve transparent links. They destroyed each book through fraud, parasitism and theft.

Brilliant starlight overflowed from the eyes on the illusory books, quickly repairing the damaged books and trying to analyze the time worms that were wandering around. For a while, Renekton and Amon were caught in a long tug of war.

Outside the Port of Berens, Leonard, who had not received a response from Pales, turned from panic to determination. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and whispered the honorific name of “The Fool” in ancient Hermetic language:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

As soon as he finished praying, a strange picture appeared in his mind.

A strong sense of familiarity made him instantly realize that this was the scene around him. He quickly found himself in the picture, and then used it to lock onto the deformed feathered wolf that was running quickly in the lightning and constantly uttering crazy mutterings.

In this picture, Ince Zangwill's figure was extremely blurry, almost blood red, as if the Fool had made special processing to make it easier for him to observe and lock onto Ince Zangwill.

Leonard was startled at first, then chuckled:

"I found you."

As he spoke, a layer of pale white light appeared on the glove on his right hand, and his body quickly became transparent and illusory, as if he had turned into a creature like a ghost.

The next second, Leonard's body disappeared from the spot, and then was reflected in Ince Zangwill's eyes.

With the help of the wriggling "ghost" that was grazing in hunger, Leonard used Ince Zangwill's eyes as a mirror, completed a mirror jump, and appeared directly next to Ince Zangwill.

Due to his bad luck, Ince Zangwill's body, which remained in the incomplete form of a mythical creature, was paralyzed for a moment by the electric current running through the ground while he was running.

It was during this brief moment that he didn't have time to react, and Leonard stabbed him directly into his body with the unusually cold scissors in his hand.

The tough fur on the eight-legged feathered wolf was penetrated without any hindrance, and the huge pair of scissors used for pruning branches easily inserted into its only remaining eye.