Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 150 The Wilderness of Knowledge

"I think you should already realize how powerful he is."

After the founding of Byron, Salinger returned to the palace he had built for himself and sat on the throne made of various skulls of living beings.

He looked expressionlessly at Adam, who seemed to have always been there.

Adam arrived here long ago, but remained hidden. He didn't even glance into the depths of the spirit realm during the war of the gods. He had foreseen the outcome of the battle and was waiting for Salinger's return.

Unless Truman uses his "imaginary" authority to explore this world, no one can discover his existence.

"I've said it before, all your plans against him are doomed to fail."

"He possesses the authority of 'fantasy', enough to bring any situation to a stop and guide it toward the future he desires."

Once Truman became powerful enough, his plans and conspiracies became less effective.

"We can call his special state half of the 'Old Days,' which has initially transcended the sequence, but is still quite a distance from the true 'Old Days.'"

Adam's gentle voice echoed through Salinger's palace.

"Only the 'Old Ones' can fight against the 'Old Ones'." Adam looked calmly at Salinger with his pale golden eyes.

"Of course, we need time to make some attempts."

Salinger remained as still as a statue, neither agreeing to Adam's request nor stopping him.

He did not dare to fully trust Adam, but he did not doubt Adam's knowledge.

……

The next day, Truman left the Byron Empire by ship, but Amon did not follow and no one knows where he went.

He remained lying in the recliner, but for some reason seemed restless.

This hasn't happened in a long time.

The last time was when he was an angel and was spied on by a "serpent of fate". It was after that that he summarized "cause and effect" and wrote it into the Book of Dreams.

Now he's practically half of the "older self," so what could possibly make him uneasy?!

Truman took out the Book of Dreams, turned to the page on "Cause and Effect," and gently traced a symbol with his finger.

It was as if a vast net extended from his body, weaving into a network connecting countless causes and effects, covering all the places he had ever been.

Truman's closed-eye perception was like that of a spider in hunting mode; he would notice any unusual movement in the threads of cause and effect.

He wasn't always standing still; his application of the "cause and effect" authority was constantly improving.

In just a few moments, Truman pinpointed the source of his unease.

"The Hermit!"

Its authority includes the secrecy of knowledge and information itself, enough to conceal itself from fate, similar to the situation of the "Serpent of Fate" in the past.

"Something's happened at 'The Craftsman'!" Truman immediately realized what was going on.

"Knowledge Wilderness" finally revealed its fangs when it was locked in a fierce battle with the gods and had no other choice but to fight!

He had not forgotten his promise and had been keeping an eye on the "craftsmen," but when facing the four true gods, he inevitably had to focus his efforts on the divine war, which led to a monitoring vacuum.

Judging from the current situation, the uniqueness of the "Hermit" may have fallen into the hands of the "Wilderness of Knowledge," and it may even have its eye on the "Scroll of Civilization" in the hands of the "Craftsman."

From this perspective, the "knowledge wilderness" must have been revitalized to a certain extent, almost equivalent to the "old days".

"But this is my territory!" Truman's eyes flashed with a dreamlike sea of ​​starlight. He pushed himself up with both hands and wandered directly along the causal connection.

"Buzz!"

In that unpredictable void, waves of complex information descended in an illusory state.

The overwhelming torrent of terrifying information abruptly cut off Truman's roaming.

"Some things!" Truman stood in the void where he couldn't tell up from down, and the torrent of information sweeping towards him already possessed the combat power of a true god!

It's not targeting Truman; anyone who gets close will be struck by a god-level attack.

But all of these are secondary. The important thing is that the source of this power is the "Old Ones".

"Knowledge Wilderness"!

Truman's dreamy, phosphorescent eyes gradually took on a brassy sheen.

With the combined power of these two forces, Truman's gaze pierced through the torrent of information and saw the illusory gray-white mist.

That was a sealing barrier set up by the "Lord of Mysteries" to seal off the primal energy of the Western Continent.

However, after the Feast of Betrayal, the seal was weakened by the "Lord of Mysteries," allowing the power of the source to more easily penetrate the seal and influence the northern and southern continents!

"Let me see what you really are!" Truman held the Book of Dreams, his right hand outstretched in front of him.

His fingertips, under the influence of the "truth" authority, seemed to transform into an incomparably sharp blade, slicing through the torrent of information before him as he walked forward.

Truman gradually approached the seal.

The grayish-white mist connects the sky and the earth, extending upwards to endless heights.

At the same time, the fog was also spreading to both sides, seemingly without end.

This is the seal set up by the "Lord of Mysteries," which almost splits the entire planet in two.

Even Sasriel during the time of the Creator could not forcefully break through it.

This grayish-white fog is nothing; you can simply "open the door" or dispel the fog to go deep into it.

But the truth is that no matter how far you venture into this gray-white fog, you may only be standing still in the real world, or you may take a single step and find yourself in any corner of the northern or southern continents.

This is the most ingenious application of the authority of the "Gate," and in the hands of the "Lord of Mysteries," it is almost unsolvable.

But at this moment, this gray fog was stained with something else—illusory streams of light representing information itself.

This flowing light made Truman uncontrollably wary, as if he had seen the Chaos Sea and the Source Castle.

This illusory stream of information is a kind of primal energy!

Buzz... After Truman saw the primal aura of the "Knowledge Wilderness," the "Knowledge Wilderness" also saw him.

The sensation of the source energy stirred up terrifying waves in the dreamlike sea in Truman's eyes, and a certain impulse that Truman had long forgotten resurfaced in his mind.

That is slumber, that is eternal silence!

Truman's divine emblem on his chest flashed, instantly unleashing the power of "Sleeplessness" and "Eternal Day," invigorating him and suppressing the urge to fall asleep.

Then, the brass-colored light in Truman's pupils faded, replaced by a pale blue, representing starlight.

This is the authority of the "gate".

The reason for abandoning the "All-Seeing Eye," which has reached the level of a true god, and choosing instead the "Gate," which is only the King of Angels, is naturally because of the "Gate's" control over space and the compatibility between the "Gate's" authority and this gray-white mist!

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(End of this chapter)