Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Adam gazed up at the sky, and the deep, dark sea reflected in his eyes became turbulent. The sound of the howling wind sounded around him and reached the sky. The sound seemed to come from reality, but also seemed to come from illusion.

The blazing sunlight burst out, and the sound of the wind originating from the spiritual realm was drowned out and purified. Even the surrounding space was distorted by the blazing sunlight, and the concept of distance was confused.

Under the sunlight, Amon's figure appeared silently above the "ocean" filled with the breath of decadence.

Above his head, the shadow of a huge, ancient, mottled stone wall clock emerged.

The surface of this wall clock is divided into twelve grids in total, each grid is either grayish white or dark blue, interspersed with each other, with clear boundaries, and each grid has different symbols.

Boom!

The illusory sound of a bell suddenly echoed around, and the pointer on the surface of the huge phantom wall clock moved two spaces clockwise.

An invisible and indescribable torrent gushed out from it, as if it had come through a long history, quickly sweeping across the entire dark "ocean".

Amon stole time and the process of the advent ceremony, which made the process of the advent of the true creator take a big step forward.

In the dark and viscous "ocean", thick shadows flowed out silently, and a deep red eye was looming in the thick curtain of shadows.

The aura of darkness, corruption, filth, and mutation spread uncontrollably, interweaving into a giant inverted cross on the dark sea.

The sunlight above my head became more and more intense, as if it was going to burn everything around it into ashes.

Amon turned his head to look at Adam on the other side, reached out and pressed the monocle on his right eye, forced a smile and said:

"I said that the real body should be sent. It's just a clone of the second level. It's difficult to accurately steal the progress of the ceremony and make you crazy. The other half of Black Willow has landed in the southern continent."

"Without sufficient opportunity, it is unreasonable for your real body to appear here."

Adam responded calmly. His tone and expression remained as warm as ever, as if the obstruction of the "Lord of the Storm" and the "Eternal Sun" did not cause him too much trouble.

"Oh, so boring." Amon shook his head and sighed. He wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and the illusory wall clock above his head turned two squares clockwise again.

Boom!

The melodious bell sounded again, and the invisible torrent surged from the long river of time, sweeping around again.

Click!Click!

A somewhat illusory sound of shattering came from above the head, and a silver-white electric light pierced out from the star realm like a sharp spear. Its speed was extremely fast, almost reaching the limit, and in the blink of an eye it came into reality and arrived above the dark "ocean".

The space seemed to be shattered by this attack, making a crackling sound under the heavy weight and splitting into dark cracks.

At the moment when the silvery-white electric light sank into the pitch-black "ocean", it strangely twisted its direction and shot obliquely into the sky.

In Adam's pale golden eyes, the deep, dark world seemed almost shattered. Two lines of crimson blood flowed from his eye sockets, running down his cheeks, dyeing the pale golden beard that covered half of his face red.

The gray-white slate in his hand burst out with invisible waves uncontrollably, making the surrounding "ocean" filled with decadent aura become chaotic.

In less than a second, the silver-white electric light, which was close to its speed limit, changed direction and crashed into the dark "ocean" again.

An invisible, insubstantial "light" emerged from nothingness, as if composed of waves of complex information, constantly converging and surging inward in an illusory posture, condensing into an illusory ball of light.

This illusory ball of light is like a black hole, with an irresistible attraction that transforms the surrounding matter into information state, pulling it in and swallowing it.

The silver-white electric light that came from the horizon instantly reached above the dark "ocean" and was pulled away from its direction by the gravity generated by the information black hole.

A strong electromagnetic storm erupted, destroying all information structures. The black hole composed of countless information collapsed instantly, revealing the real image of a black mass with countless eyes.

The eyes on the huge black mass were all stained with deep red bloodshot, as if stimulated by the electromagnetic storm just now. They stared at the electrified "Lord of the Storm", looked at Him deeply, and then shattered into starlight and dissipated in the sunlight.

The silver-white electric light sank into the pitch-black "ocean" filled with the breath of corruption. For a moment, silver-white electric snakes scurried around, covering everything and rendering the pitch-black "ocean" silver-white.

The pitch-black "ocean" evaporated bit by bit under the silvery electric light, and the aura belonging to the fields of shadow, darkness, corruption, filth, and mutation was melted away bit by bit.

Amon raised his hand and took off the monocle on his right eye. Looking at the crack on it, he said in a deep voice:

"My clone has reached its limit."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly disintegrated, turning into streaks of pale white light that flowed into the monocle with several cracks on it, and finally disappeared in the silver-white electric light.

Adam looked at the place where Amon disappeared and nodded imperceptibly. He stretched out his right hand and wiped the gray-white stone slab he was holding. The silver-white electric current running around quickly disappeared.

He gently wiped away the blood that slid down his cheek, and illusory pale golden scales appeared layered on his body.

Looking at the figure in front of him surrounded by countless electric currents and storms, Adam sighed softly:

"In fact, I would rather it was Osekus who came here."

In response to Adam, there was a silver-white electric light with almost extreme speed. This electric light easily penetrated his body and left a charred hole the size of a basketball in his chest.

Adam still maintained his amiable smile, without any expression of pain on his face. He calmly looked at the silver-white lightning that attacked him again, and the deep, dark world reflected in his eyes completely shattered.

Silently, the silver-white electric light, which was approaching its limit speed, separated and could no longer take shape.

After doing all this, Adam's body shattered on its side, turning into countless gray-white fluorescent lights, interweaving into one complex and three-dimensional mysterious symbol after another, and pouring into the huge cross that was upside down on the silver-white and black "ocean".

Dark red flesh grew out from the inside of the huge cross and gradually grew into a human figure hung upside down. One of his eyes was dark red and the other was light gold, respectively filled with extreme rationality and madness, which seemed extremely incongruous.

"After Amon's two 'stealings', the Advent Ceremony is nearing its end. Due to his own pride and the delays of many parties, the 'Storm Lord' was unable to destroy the entire ceremony in the first place. With Adam's self-sacrifice, the ceremony was finally completed, and the true Creator completely descended on the southern continent!"

Renekton appeared here quietly, holding a kettle-shaped wishing lamp in one hand and a black classical feather pen in the other, reciting the script that Adam had already written like a narrator, a script engraved deep in his spiritual world.

Only a vague figure of the "Lord of Storms" surrounded by lightning and storms stood out. He stared at the real creator who seemed to have regained his sanity, and finally did not continue to take action.

After a moment of stalemate, His voice was filled with extremely suppressed anger, and it was very low and hoarse.

“You defrauded everyone.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure turned into a streak of silver-white lightning and shot into the sky, returning to the Storm Abyss in the astral realm.

In the sky, the blazing sunlight faded away, revealing the hidden crimson moon and the tranquil night sky.

With the departure of the "Lord of Storms" and the "Eternal Sun", those gazes that were looking over from the astral realm or the spiritual realm also left one by one.

The figure that fell on the cross turned into a thick shadow that flowed and spread to Renekton's side, and then condensed into a male figure wearing a black clergy robe with a silver cross hanging on his chest.

Except for his two eyes, the rest of his body was extremely blurry and shrouded in a shadow, as if he was in a state of self-contradiction.

Specks of grayish-white fluorescence emerged from the shadows on His body, constantly gathering in His hands, condensing into a monotonous book with many abstract and distorted patterns engraved on it.

As soon as it took shape, the book was thrown towards Renekton by the opponent, who said:

"You can keep it for yourself, or give it to Herabergen. He cooperated with us in this drama, and this is the due reward."

"I will sleep in the depths of my spiritual world. Before I completely master the Visionary Path and get rid of my madness, Sasriel will still handle my affairs on my behalf."

The voice of the "True Creator" was layered, like an echo reverberating in the ears, carrying with it a deep sense of fatigue and extremely restrained madness.

Renekton nodded slightly and didn't communicate anything with the other party. His body instantly became ethereal and decomposed into streams of pure information, flowing away into the distance.

Having acquired divinity from Adam and having a normal enough faith, the condition of the "True Creator" improved a lot. He stared at the place that was polluted because of his coming, and after a long sigh, he stepped forward and stepped into a deep and dark sea.

On the outskirts of Port Berens, where Ince Zangwill died, countless complex and pure information flows converged here, reconstructing the image of Renekton.

He glanced at Erihog and Klein who were talking, threw 0-08 over to them, and said:

"This belongs to you."

Airhog raised his hand, and 0-08 fell into his hand spontaneously. He looked at the black classical feather pen in his hand with a bit of nostalgia, and an unreadable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Under the curious or puzzled gazes of Klein and others, He slightly exerted force on 0-08 with His right hand, and the black classical feather pen broke into pieces, turning into gray-white dots of light, surging into His body.