Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 329, 328 Feathered Serpent
"I'll go take a look myself when I have time."

Holding a lantern, Tang paused for a moment as he was about to reach the top floor of the mausoleum.

He glanced at the gray ceiling above him, where he couldn't see any stars. After receiving the historical pore images he had been working on, Tang pondered for a moment and quickly figured out the problem.

"The Higher Dimension Observer and the Ring of Fate, with the barrier still intact, have already reached their limit in terms of power infiltrating and sending in an anomaly like Triss Chick..."

Doing anything further would only get in the way and could easily lead to unforeseen circumstances.

If simply reciting "Yes, Your Majesty" would elicit a response, Tang felt he could easily set up a ceremony somewhere in outer space, gather helpers, recite "Yes, Your Majesty," and when the Ring of Destiny responded, he could directly follow this connection to graft his future self onto the Ring of Destiny. Even if he couldn't destroy the Ring of Destiny, he could at least smash it.

Since they're adjacent routes anyway, we can do whatever we want, however ruthless or disgusting.

"It seems that although this child is the 'destined one,' the protagonist of the next era, the time hasn't come yet, and the Ring of Destiny won't interfere..."

We're back to square one: what is the purpose of Triss Chick's existence?
It's simply that the higher-dimensional observer and the Ring of Fate have created a huge mess?
Amidst a jumble of thoughts, Tang stored the extraordinary characteristics of the former Death Governor of the Byron Empire, which had just drifted from the River Styx, into his system space, and then looked at the last door in the mausoleum.

This is the final level.

Now, all the monsters in the mausoleum, whether they were hanging or had become extraordinary, were either dismantled or killed by him and Owen. They were all cleansed by the "Supreme One's" predetermined pollution. Whether good or bad, alive or dead, real or fake, almost everything that remained had been transformed into Tang's form.

It's practically perfect; you could lie right in there.

This is the last one.

It is also the most central part of the entire mausoleum.

"I'll go in first, and you can go in after we've brought things under control... Don't underestimate the impact of the uniqueness of this route, especially considering the minor troubles left behind by the previous Grim Reaper."

After speaking, Tang reached out and touched the stone door in front of him, which was carved with exquisite patterns.

He transformed himself into an unobservable state, passed through the gate—the last line of defense—and entered.

The world inside the door is similar to the scene in the "future" that Tang saw more than a thousand years ago through the Euclidean space, which contained half of Azik Eggers' soul and the uniqueness of the Death Path.

A gigantic, terrifying feathered serpent, like a small island, coiled itself in this enormous room, surrounded by the stench of bones, death, and decay.

It's like encountering the ultimate death, where even death and time decay and decay in the long eternity.

If Tang himself were not in an unobservable state, then the first wave to greet him would definitely not be a welcoming ceremony, but rather clumps of suffocating spiritual energy formed from death, wanting him to sleep here forever.

Tang changed his state from unobservable to observable. At the same time, he grafted the death aura that was close to him back into his body, making it a cycle instead of it randomly attacking him.

After dealing with all that, Tang finally took a closer look at the enormous feathered serpent.

"Tsk tsk, another Frankenstein's monster..."

Moreover, this crude stitching method, which forcibly sews together ordinary spirits with uniqueness, looks ridiculous to Tang.

"Ah, it really is..."

Tang met the feathered serpent, which seemed to have sensed something and whose head, as large as an island, suddenly stood up.

When Tang met the enormous vertical pupils, the mad gaze pouring out from within seemed to infect him as well.

Before the feathered serpent could do anything, Tang felt something within his body beginning to awaken.

That was a trace of the spirit left behind by the Hades family, by the true god of the Death God path, Salinger, who was hidden in their bloodline.

Now, this mark is rapidly reviving within the intruder's body through the uniqueness of the Death God's path and its bloodline connection, attempting to control the spirit of the person entering the mausoleum, to completely awaken them from their body, and to achieve the great miracle of "resurrection."

Tang lowered his eyes, and suddenly large wisps of grayish-white mist floated from his body.

That's the aura of Source Castle.

When the giant feathered serpent saw the vast expanse of gray-white mist, it seemed to sense some kind of threat. Its massive, island-like body coiled up, attempting to entangle the surrounding stagnant, dead spiritual energy with the ever-spreading gray-white mist and "kill" it.

Unfortunately, they are not in the same league.

Tang reached out and grasped the spirit thread of the giant feathered serpent.

After carefully savoring the feeling of controlling this Frankenstein's monster as the strongest puppet master, Tang couldn't help but think:

Ah, as expected, it's a Frankenstein's monster after all. Even the threads of the spirit body are haphazardly strung together, one here and one there, completely haphazardly connected.

“The stitching of the spirit is naturally followed by the decomposition of the spirit. Although Salinger is an expert in playing with the spirit, from a higher-dimensional perspective, this decomposition is just as flawed and crude as the stitching.”

As the grayish-white mist continued to spread out of Tang into this space, beneath the feet of the Feathered Serpent and Tang, a phantom river, seemingly endless and containing all colors, appeared and disappeared, seemingly engulfing even death.

In the dim light, one could also see a huge figure lingering by the riverbank, unable to come ashore.

But soon, the faintly visible river was covered by thin, fine gray-white mist, obscuring it and silencing it once again.

Threads of spiritual energy flew out from the limbs and bones of the giant feathered serpent and were caught in the hands of the mysterious servant.

"It seems that every part of your spirit wants to be independent, and every piece of your flesh wants to break free from your body."

Grayish-white mist coiled around the body of the giant feathered serpent, and Mr. "Mistake" above the Source Castle cast his gaze upon it.

Utilizing the characteristics of the Source Castle, He strengthened the suppression of the source matter by the gray-white mist, preventing the giant feathered serpent, born from some covert attempt, from receiving further assistance from a tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness flowing from the western continent.

Meanwhile, one after another Time Worms emerged from the mists of history, some merging into their surroundings, while most burrowed into the spirit of the giant feathered serpent and parasitized it.

The feathered serpent's massive body trembled slightly. It tried to make other movements, but soon, as the transformation into a marionette intensified, its already frantic and irrational thinking became increasingly sluggish, and its attempts to manipulate spirituality gradually slowed down.

It...wants...to...leave...this...mysterious waiter...there...is...still...a...chance...

His sluggish thoughts seemed to briefly clear when he saw something growing inside Tang's body.

Tang Ze meticulously manipulated the puppet in his hand while looking inside his body.

He slowly observed the will of Salinger awakening, emerging from his own flesh and blood, from every spirit worm, from his bloodline.

This will has always been hidden in the bloodline, a strong symbolic connection in mysticism.

All of Salinger's bloodlines have the potential to bring him back from the dead, but the possibility of his return, resurrection, and preservation of power is highest in this mausoleum in the raging sea.

After all, what Tang is facing now is a unique path and a monster stitched together from half of the dead governors.

Driven by the sluggish thinking of the giant feathered serpent, the spirituality of the former god of death, the Hades Emperor Salinger, awakened from his bloodline, began to erode from the flesh towards the spirit, attempting to reconstruct a new will of the Hades Emperor Salinger.

Although this is not a suitable vessel, Salinger, as a half-mad true god who once contained the Red Priest pathway, makes little essential difference whether he contains the Red Priest or the Mysterious Servant.

In any case, it all ends in madness.

Tang observed everything happening within his body without intervening, leisurely playing with the spiritual threads in his hand.

Very... calm...

Why……

The enormous feathered serpent's crazed and bewildered gaze fell upon Tang. Tang smiled slightly at the giant feathered serpent, "You'll find out soon enough."

Soon, these wills came into contact with his spirit.

Then, the fragments of will that Hades Salinger had awakened began to go out of control and mad.

He glimpsed something unseen, and naturally fell into madness, his will boiling, burning, rapidly decaying, falling, and dissipating.

A more terrifying madness than becoming a Red Priest descended upon Salinger's nascent will.

He went mad again.

“Even Zun Zun Bao would get slapped twice by me. You’re not even a special characteristic of this path. You’re just a will that’s been revived through bloodline connection. You’re really not good enough.”

Knowing the inevitable outcome all along, Tang withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on the enormous feathered serpent in front of him.

"However, such poorly made products can indeed cause me some trouble."

How to completely separate the uniqueness of the Death Path from his father's spirit without harming his father's other half of his soul... This is a delicate task, and even as a Sequence 1, it would take him a lot of time.

It cannot be accomplished using historical aperture images for an extended period of time, nor can it be done by any other "observer" or puppet with the power of a "mysterious servant"... After all, whether it is historical aperture images or puppets, the error in performing precise manipulation using Euclidean space is greater than mine.

If, by mistake, during the separation process, you tear apart a spirit that shouldn't be torn apart, or uniquely merge with something that shouldn't be merged, who knows what kind of monster it will become.

"Although we gave Dad the blessing of being an 'observer' so that he wouldn't turn into an old man who knows nothing when the time comes, it would still be better if he had his original state of having a complete spiritual body."

One after another, the spiritual threads floated in mid-air. As an angel king, facing the uniqueness of the Death Path, he was still out of control, almost equivalent to a "0" level sealed artifact. He was not even a giant feathered serpent with a particularly high degree of activation. Tang's chosen method was naturally much gentler.

He separated every piece of flesh and every part of the spirit into a puppet in his hand, using the ability of partial puppetization to gradually devour the giant feathered serpent, separating the uniqueness of the Death Path, stripping away the spirit, and throwing Salinger's arrangement back to the bottom of the River of Eternal Darkness.

After the initial control was completed, Tang pulled out a historical image of himself to temporarily replace him. With his hands free, Tang turned around and opened the gate of the mausoleum.

As the stone door, sealed for a thousand years, slowly opened, Owen walked in and the first thing he saw was the enormous feathered serpent.

"This……"

“It’s spectacular, isn’t it?” Tang turned to the side and said with a smile, “So, you should know why I had to crush Salinger’s coffin lid.”

Looking at the feathered serpent that looked exactly like his father, Owen's expression was somewhat complicated.

“I never imagined He would go to such extremes,” he said softly.

“He’s just a crazy old man,” Tang clapped his hands, making his historical pore image disappear, and took back control of the Mysticization. “Although you’ve seen him in your dreams, dreams have always been one of the best ways for these crazy guys to exert influence.”

As the first rank of the Death Path, Owen, the archangel of this path, must have been the one most severely influenced by the former Death God Salinger, especially with the added buff of bloodline connection.

This causes Irving to be "called" across time and space by Salinger in situations where his mental state is low, or in dreams where problems are likely to arise, and where he sees things he shouldn't see or hears things he shouldn't hear.

Of course, Owen, who was in a constant "observer" state and belonged to the recipient of grace, was actually slapped hard by Tang every time Salinger came.

The influence of shouting rap is naturally incomparable to that of the dead half of the old day and the living "time traveler".

This is why he felt confident that Irving had come all the way here.

"And it seems that some of the arrangements I made before were effective."

Tang turned to look at the giant feathered serpent in front of him, which had been largely brought under control by the dual constraints of the Time Worm and the Mysticization, and further restrained by the Source Castle.

Not long ago, ah, in the eyes of the Primordial Witch and Salinger, that would have been a thousand years ago.

While showing these two deities a glimpse of the future, he also caused them to encounter some rather "friendly" things.

For example, what keeps uttering murmurs within the extraordinary characteristics is not only the initial spiritual imprint, but also something else...

(End of this chapter)