Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 228 Collective Time Travel

The gates of "Source Castle" opened wide, and countless wisps of gray mist exploded out, attaching themselves to the souls from a distant era, which were then cast into the real world.

Truman reached out, but only stopped Amanisis. "There's no need to stop him."

Amanisis tried to pinpoint a soul using his own perception of fate, but to no avail. The Lord of Mysteries was well-prepared and concealed the fates of these souls from the river of destiny.

"I had no idea the 'Lord of Mysteries' possessed such a trait. A gambler? Or is this also a form of fraud?"

The "Lord of Mysteries" went all out, activating all his trump cards at the same time, which was indeed a deception of all people, gods, and even fate.

Anyone who tries to stop those souls will suffer the strongest attack from the "Source Castle," and even Truman is finding it difficult to withstand it now.

Once these souls leave the "Source Castle," their reincarnation is complete.

Are you suggesting we kill them all?

Truman knew he couldn't do such a thing.

"Can He be resurrected in any of the backups?" Amanises remained silent for a long time, noticing the gray mist clinging to each soul.

"It's probably only those three paths that will happen, but under the influence of the Law of Extraordinary Characteristics, there will be quite a few reborn individuals who take these three paths."

Truman's fingers moved continuously in the void, and invisible lines of cause and effect forcefully "corrected" a certain tributary in the chaotic river of fate.

In this tributary of fate, Mr. Fool will be the first to board the Source Castle and bind himself to it.

At the same time, Truman also interfered with the other souls' connection to the "Source Castle," causing their means of connecting to the "Source Castle" to fail and preventing them from accessing it.

It can only be this way.

"This is the real pillar," Truman exclaimed, his single move shattering the web of cause and effect he had woven, creating endless variables.

hum!

After releasing all the souls, "Source Castle" shut down immediately, and even the gray mist surging above the spirit world disappeared.

"Yuanbao" has completely disappeared.

"That's ruthless!" Truman raised an eyebrow slightly.

"He is forcing us to send a soul up there," Amanises realized.

"Yes." Truman's mind had already scanned the entire spirit world to which Earth belonged, but he still couldn't find the "Source Castle".

The only explanation is that "Source Castle" has sealed itself off, falling into the same state of isolation as the Western Continent.

Originally, the "Source Castle" was located above the Spirit Realm, but it was inaccessible. Now, it is even hidden by the gray mist.

This time, only those who have transmigrated and been reborn can ascend to the Source Castle. Even Bethel and Amonden cannot enter, thus cutting off any possibility of any being other than the reborn controlling the "Source Castle".

But the velvet curtain is still on the "Source Castle".

Sending a soul that has not yet undergone the baptism of madness into it would be extremely dangerous.

"However... there's no need to worry about the soul of the person entering being directly corrupted," Truman suddenly said.

One sequence that controls the "Source Castle" is no match for Truman.

"This will be a long game," Amanisis nodded slightly.

"Let's go!" Truman led Amanisis out and arrived at a house.

"Is it him?" Amanisis saw the young man whose wounds were healing rapidly, but who was still unconscious.

"He is still my believer."

This is the reality that Truman maintained amidst his fate.

"He received the greatest gift of fate, but perhaps he won't like it." Amanisis's tone was somewhat complicated, light as a dream.

"That era was our shared beginning and our most beautiful memory," He said with a rare sigh.

Perhaps it's because I saw so many "fellow villagers" today; these people are the last remnants of that era.

He gently reached out and pulled a black curtain from the void, then spread it out and covered the youth.

This is His blessing.

"Uh..." The young man's body trembled, and he was about to wake up.

Truman and Amanisis stood aside, watching their fellow countryman wake up, horrified by his surroundings.

"Let's go." Truman and Amanisis left the house.

At this moment, the River of Destiny calmed down, and in the vast star realm, the crimson figure confronting Chu Men's true form suddenly grinned.

His scarlet, featureless face looked as if it had been slashed open with a knife, and he laughed.

Truman was able to sense the feelings of the "Fallen Mother" outside the barrier.

He probably also sensed that the "Lord of Mysteries" had achieved his goal.

"You have no chance." The faint voice echoed in Truman's ears.

"Then let's give it a try." Truman raised an eyebrow slightly, ready to counter.

The scarlet figure stared at Truman in silence for a moment before retreating back to the moon.

"Tsk..."

Truman shook his head slightly. If the "Fallen Mother Goddess" hadn't intervened directly, his true form would have been able to do something to stop the "Lord of Mysteries'" arrangements.

However, the combined efforts of the two pillars are quite formidable.

"The end of the world is near." Truman turned to the other true gods and emphasized a fact.

The reactions of the true gods in their respective kingdoms varied: some were solemn, some relaxed, and some exhilarated.

Truman is now abolishing the rules he set in the Fourth Age. From now on, apart from ensuring the initial barrier, the true god can also make plans for himself.

The next twenty years will also be the twenty years of the most intense struggle.

Truman's body vanished like a dream, disappearing before the eyes of all the true gods.

At the same time, Truman had already returned to the Church of St. Serena, while Amanisis simply erased his image and disappeared without a trace.

"Summon Captain Dunn Smith over here." Truman looked at the priest who had been praying under the Black Night Emblem.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

That's right, Truman is now the Archbishop of St. Serena's Church, leading the Night Cultists throughout Tingen.

Dunn Smith, captain of the Tingen Market Nightwalker squad.

"Your Excellency, Bishop," Dunn Smith greeted with a slight bow.

"I have a premonition about a very talented young man who is recently involved in an extraordinary event. You should keep an eye on him."

Truman looked at the young Night Watch captain whose hairline was receding somewhat.

"...Yes." Dunn Smith's deep eyes flickered slightly; this task was truly unexpected.

"Should I bring him into the Night Watch team?" He thought for a moment, and it seemed that this was the only option.

"Then I'll go take care of this first." Dunn Smith said goodbye and turned to leave, then paused, his face suddenly looking a little embarrassed.

"His name is Klein Moretti, and he's a history graduate from Hoy University," Truman's voice came from behind him.

Dunn Smith looked somewhat ashamed and quickly left the church.

(End of this chapter)