Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 11 The Dream Council

"If Sasriel hadn't come, things might have been really troublesome." Truman looked at Lilith, whose expression was growing increasingly cold, and reached out to grab her in mid-air.

A woman dressed in a dark robe was pulled out from the mists of history.

At the same time, Amanisis, who was far away on the outskirts of the Giants' Court, narrowed his eyes, surveyed his surroundings, and then went into hiding.

The next second, a glimmer of wisdom flashed in the eyes of the goddess who emerged from the mists of history.

He glanced at Lilith, who was confronting Sasriel, and instantly understood everything.

"secret!"

The goddess's body suddenly etherealized and expanded, enveloping the entire area.

Seeing this, Truman also reached out and touched the Book of Dreams, and the dreamlike phosphorescence suddenly burst forth, empowering the Hidden One.

This already powerful ability exceeded a certain limit, and everything here was erased instantly, like a sketch.

In that hidden world, Truman and the goddess stood side by side, watching the surging chaotic shadows and the moonlit Milky Way.

"Is this the power of the ancient gods?" Both sides were restrained and did not attempt to break through the hidden power, but the use of various abilities still broadened Truman's horizons.

"It won't take too long," the goddess said softly.

Truman nodded. In fact, the fact that Lilith didn't immediately try to break free when the goddess used secrecy to conceal everything said a lot.

Perhaps it was the appearance of the goddess of misfortune that made Lilith realize that this was a battlefront far wider than she had imagined, and she began to consider joining it.

"Let there be light!" Sasriel's chant was already close to that of the ancient sun god, and blazing sunlight burst forth from the chaotic sea.

The red moon hangs high, casting its light.

Under the moonlight, Lilith's arrogance and madness vanished, replaced by a cautious gaze at the blasphemous tablet in Sasriel's hand.

"The Path of God? Mother, the Moon?!" Lilith's expression changed several times, but Sasliel timely concealed the most important aspects of the two paths, causing a flash of red light to appear in Lilith's eyes.

The goddess's eyes flashed, and she looked at Truman beside her with a puzzled expression.

"This is the benefit of knowledge monopoly," Truman exclaimed, opening the Book of Dreams in his hand. The dream phosphorescence began to manifest the knowledge of the Night, Death, and Warrior Path.

The only difference is that Truman provided complete knowledge.

For a moment, they were silent as the two goddesses reconstructed their understanding of the world.

"So that's how it is..." The goddess's eyes trembled slightly, then she closed them, letting everything fall silent.

The knowledge of sequence was incredibly impactful for the two goddesses, allowing them to re-examine themselves and plan for the future.

"The sun behind you is such a true god." The existence of the ancient sun god made Lilith have no more doubts about the correctness of this knowledge.

When the sunlight shone, He was able to clearly perceive the distinct difference between the ancient gods opposite Him and those of them.

That was a kind of purity, while the characteristics of the ancient gods were too complex, and madness was unavoidable.

"We can cooperate, but you need to help me eliminate any unnecessary traits." Lilith looked at Sasriel, Truman, and the others.

"Hmm, I suggest you expel the lunar pathway," Truman suddenly said.

"Why the moon?" Lilith dared not underestimate Truman at this moment and asked cautiously.

"Because of what's above," Truman said, pointing to the real moon.

Both Saslir and Lilith were visibly shocked!

The goddess of misfortune's eyes flickered slightly; she naturally knew there was something wrong with the starry sky, but the moon...

"Okay!" Lilith seemed to have thought of something and was quite wary of what the other party had said, so she agreed immediately.

"You know more than I thought," Sasriel couldn't help but look at Truman.

Any wanderer of Sequence Two or higher, even Sequence Three, knows that there is something wrong with the starry sky, but to be able to clearly point out the moon's influence on Lilith is beyond Sasriel's expectations.

"That's natural." Truman looked at the three people in front of him who had reached a basic consensus, and a strange feeling naturally arose in him.

A grand scheme that may have existed in the original trajectory, spanning thousands of years, has already begun under its own guiding principles.

"Hmm..." Truman stroked his chin, his eyes sparkling with a dreamy phosphorescence as he looked at the three people in front of him.

"Everyone, I have an idea..."

Truman suddenly became excited and opened the Book of Dreams.

A dreamlike phosphorescent light enveloped everyone. The three of them had strange expressions, but none of them refused.

Within the Book of Dreams, endless orbs of dreamlike light shimmered with phosphorescent light that surged like a torrent. Truman was the first to enter, and in an instant, the background transformed into a vast starry sky.

With a wave of his hand, phosphorescence flashed, transforming into a starry city, with magnificent stone pillars hundreds of meters high standing around it, seemingly supporting the entire starry sky.

Upon closer inspection, in the heart of the Starry City stands an infinitely dreamlike palace, every part of which is exquisitely beautiful, inlaid with sparkling gemstones such as pearls, diamonds, sapphires, and emeralds.

But these are all real-world dreams; the dream palace contains countless beautiful things that exist only at the limits of human imagination.

But this kind of beauty is more abstract. Countless colors flash, reaching the limits of color and perception, like the vastness and endlessness of the starry sky. Everyone can see what they desire most in their heart here.

Endless, dreamlike phosphorescence flickered as the four of them descended upon the scene.

"Here?!" Lilith's eyes were filled with intoxication, and at this moment she possessed a beauty that could rival even the most dreamlike palaces.

"Ugh... Ah..." A suppressed groan escaped her lips, languid and content. Lilith's eyes gleamed as she stared intently at Truman, her gaze seeming to want to devour him whole.

Truman had seen a similar look in his eyes when he first met the goddess.

Don't misunderstand, "swallow whole" means exactly what it says.

"I have never been so clear-headed, as if I am truly myself now..." It took Lilith a long time to calm down.

This is a dreamlike paradise, a fairyland where madness and indifference give way to tranquility.

"This place can suppress your inherent madness," Truman explained, and with a gentle tap, an ancient bronze round table appeared, with five chairs in five directions.

"From now on, this place will be called the Dream Council!"

"God!" One of the high-backed chairs shimmered with an indescribable color, yet seemed to contain an ocean of endless knowledge.

"Mysterious!" On another chair, the unfathomable fate, time and space and history flashed, and the twisted lines outlined a source castle above the spirit world.

"Mother Goddess!" On the third chair was a pulsating black light, the convergence of all feminine forces, with the filthy mother nest vaguely visible within.

"The End!" The fourth chair represents the singularity of all things, the end and annihilation of the universe and all gods and the old days.

(End of this chapter)