The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

In other words, the containment space not only withstood the final arrival of the "Grey Paradise," but also contained and transformed it, thus reshaping the entire space.

It is likely that the status of this "containment space" is much higher than the most conservative estimate.

Shocked, Morian was also overwhelmed with complex emotions. He was both grateful for the power displayed by this mysterious space and felt awe and unease about the secrets it contained.

Countless questions arose in his mind. He didn't know what this space originated from, nor did he know that he, the so-called "holder," truly had control over it.

He took a deep breath, suppressed all his thoughts, and focused his gaze on the slightly ajar door in front of him.

Through the crack in the door, a deep darkness juxtaposed itself with the gray and white world outside.

"I wonder if the beings inside the door have been tainted by the aura of 'Grey Paradise'..."

After observing cautiously for a moment and seeing that there was nothing unusual outside, Morian decided to go in and take a look himself, slowly walking towards the slightly ajar door.

He reached out and touched the cold, heavy door. With a slight effort, the door slid open silently, revealing a larger entrance.

In the past, this door would have been impossible to open no matter how hard one tried, just like the other six doors are now.

The scene inside the gate seemed unaffected by the outside world; it remained a vast expanse of darkness, so high that the dome was invisible, with the ancient altar standing in the center.

On the central altar, the outline of the enormous shadow bound by chains was much clearer than before. The steel needle-like hairs on the wolf's body, its exaggerated jaw, and the "shadows" attached to its body were all clearly visible.

It seems that the changes are mainly occurring in the external areas.

Just as his gaze swept over the enormous shadow on the altar, his eyes suddenly fixed on one spot.

The second golden chain that had originally bound the giant beast's waist was now dull and lifeless, broken and falling to the ground just like the first one.

The second seal has been broken too?!

Morian's heart tightened, and he quickly accessed the attribute panel to check.

[Containment Item: Fenrir, the World-Destroying Demon Wolf]

[Awakening progress: 66%]

[New Ability Acquired: "Devouring Heaven and Earth"]

[Drive the wolf spirit into the shadows, traversing and concealing itself in the shadows of the real world, before "biting" a designated area, causing a temporary immobilization effect.]

[New Ability Acquired: "Rampaging Nature"]

[After use, the user is free from any "binding" effects, greatly enhances resistance to magic attacks for a short period of time, ignores control effects, and significantly increases movement speed.]

"Awakening progress 66%... As expected, the release of each seal accelerates the awakening of this behemoth." Morian stared at the number and nodded slightly.

Clearly, "Grey Paradise" has had some impact on the seal. As for when the final seal will be unlocked and what kind of opportunity will be needed, it is still unknown.

Moreover, after waking up, the being in front of him might not be willing to listen to him, and thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

On the other hand, these two newly added capabilities do indeed make up for the deficiencies in control and survivability to a large extent, and will surely bring a lot of improvement.

He looked up at the colossal figure on the altar that still exuded a terrifying aura, and without lingering, slowly retreated through the first door.

Then, it was time to face the biggest "unexpected" event.

Morian turned around, his gaze passing through the uniform gray-white light to the door at the edge of the mist, the eighth door formed from the "Grey Paradise".

What kind of scene lies beyond that door? Will it be the silhouette from yesterday's illusion, occupying the entire sky and sprouting countless wings?

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a little scared, but he still stepped towards the door.

Just as they were about to approach the gray-white door, the space beside it twisted without warning, and then a figure emerged from the shadows and stood quietly by the door.

Morian abruptly stopped, not daring to make any rash moves, for fear of provoking those unknown beings.

Moreover, the fact that the "danger premonition" was not triggered at such a close distance indicates that either the other party was not hostile at all, or that the other party was of a high enough status to completely avoid or cover up this level of danger intuition!

Upon closer inspection, the figure clearly presented a human form, without facial features, and its height was similar to that of a normal person.

The figure's outline... is exactly the same as mine?! Morian's pupils suddenly contracted, realizing that it seemed to be a life-sized phantom of himself.

The phantom's face was only grayish-white, and it was surrounded by countless wings. These wings were not physical objects; one half radiated a pure white light with a sacred meaning, while the other half was filled with a deep and corrupt cold aura, but without exception, they all exuded divine radiance.

Not only its wings, but also its body structure, are like this: the upper body is a somber gray-white color, while the lower body is incomparably sacred.

Two completely different auras intertwined on it, making it difficult to tell whether they were good or bad.

It… no, or rather, “He”, stood quietly beside the gray gate, his faceless face seemingly facing Morian’s direction.

Morian swallowed hard, carefully trying to speak in the calmest, most neutral voice possible:

"...May I ask, is there anything I can help you with?"

There was no response; the phantom remained motionless.

"Are you the supreme being in 'Grey Heaven'?" He paused, then rephrased the question.

There was still no response. Only the faceless emptiness continued to "watch" in this direction.

A suffocating silence lasted for more than ten seconds. A thought flashed through Morian's mind: perhaps he could try using his "analysis" ability to observe?

But he rejected the idea as soon as it arose, as the other party's existence was clearly beyond his comprehension.

Using "analysis" rashly to try to understand the existence of such a high-level being is very likely to result in seeing nothing at all, and may even bring disaster upon oneself.

I shouldn't watch things I shouldn't watch; as the saying goes, if you don't court death, you won't die.

It simply exists, like a gatekeeper of this "Gate of Grey Heaven," or a mirror reflecting another side of Morian's appearance.

They cannot communicate, understand, or interact.

Forget it, I'll just leave it be... Besides, there's nothing I can do about it, it just wants to stay here and there.

As long as the faceless phantom doesn't attack him, or try to interfere with or harm him, then let it stay where it wants.

Until we fully understand its nature and intentions, keeping our distance may be the wisest choice.

After confronting the faceless phantom for a long time, Morian finally sighed helplessly and slowly took a step back.

After taking one last deep look at the silent, ethereal figure, a mixture of holiness and depravity, Morian stepped back again, the thought of leaving taking root in his mind.