Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 385 Undersea

"Calm down, calm down..." Klein kept repeating to himself, using this method to focus his attention.

"It's kind of cute that Mr. 'World' reminds himself like a child..."

"Ah...no! I didn't think that!" Miss Justice blushed and lost her ladylike composure.

"Hahaha!" Leonard laughed until he was exhausted.

"Hahaha!" Truman laughed too.

Such a memorable scene naturally deserves a screenshot.

"You knew this would happen, and you were happy to see it?" Adam asked from the side.

"I don't remember you being in this hall before," Adam said, as if remembering something.

"...Aren't you tired of being an 'audience' every day?" Truman's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Adam's inquiring gaze speechlessly.

"This is my nature," Adam replied, but instead of pressing further, he looked at the murals in the hall.

At this moment, Klein was quite embarrassed and angry that his thoughts had been exposed, but he could only use his spirituality to forcibly suppress his thoughts.

"Hurry up, we need to go in." Klein abruptly dismissed his embarrassing moment, gave a reminder, and continued on his way.

"Hmm!" Justice's face was a little flushed, but thanks to the Dream Walker's strong control over his emotions, he quickly recovered.

Leonard's inner thoughts, however, kept running and took some effort to finally stop.

"The murals here..."

Klein had clearly seen the contents of the travelogue, which began with the giants of the Second Age and went through elves, ascetics, nobles, soldiers, and others, but the story ended abruptly after he obtained the travelogue.

"Fortunately, even the power of the 'Dragon of Imagination' has its limits..." Klein inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Then they headed towards the innermost "throne" of the ancient gods.

Thousands of years ago, a true ancient god resided here, his gaze looking back to this day, thousands of years later.

It was at this time that they discovered that the throne of the "Dragon of Imagination" was a dark color that was completely out of place with the Hall of Honesty.

Klein and his two companions instinctively felt fear, but they couldn't help but move closer, eventually seeing a dark, downward-pointing passage.

"I can't see anything. If only there were light..." Miss Justice's wish came true, and pure light illuminated the passage.

All three of them couldn't help but look towards the passage, where they saw a pair of ancient bronze doors that opened outwards.

The gate was covered with countless indescribable symbols, like chains extending to the back, as if sealing something, giving people a sense of heaviness and mystery.

Boom!

Klein heard his own heartbeat, and his spirit screamed, raging in a way never before seen.

Danger!

Similarly, "Justice" and "Star" were also physically stiff and unable to move, feeling that their spirits were developing their own will and betraying them.

Klein had never experienced danger of this magnitude before. With just a thought, he expanded his spiritual body, enveloping "justice" and "stars" within it, thus detaching himself from this world.

In the deep darkness unseen by them, an eye opened, its pupil deep black, cracked with eerie blue light, and then appeared one after another of the same eyes.

"It really is Him." Truman and Adam stood outside the bronze gate.

Adam looked at the darkness beneath the bronze door with a slightly complicated expression.

The "He" here is no longer the "Dragon of Imagination," but the will of "God" from the "Chaotic Sea."

This was a contingency plan that the "Dragon of Imagination" left for himself in the Second Age. However, in the following ages, the situation on Earth changed again and again, and this contingency plan was replaced by the higher-ranking "God".

"I didn't experience that period, so what happened back then?" Truman looked at Adam.

"Back then, I had just emerged from underground and hadn't yet established the Creator God Kingdom. All I knew was that these ancient gods had gone mad and were preparing to solve the pollution underground." Adam frowned as he looked at the bronze door, then told Truman about everything that happened in the early Second Age.

That was probably shortly after the darkness and ignorance faded, when the race of the ancient gods began to rule the entire world.

The ancient god races at that time had already come into contact with the pollution underground and had taken certain measures to deal with it.

Of those Truman knew, the "imaginary dragon" actually took action.

"Angelweed and the dragon race have explored the underground the most deeply. In addition to wanting to solve the pollution, the 'Dragon of Imagination' also wants to control the 'Chaos Sea'."

"But the result wasn't good." Truman knew the outcome too; all races would face the same result, and in the end, they could only seal off the leaked contamination points.

Adam nodded slightly. "Angelweid did indeed enter the underground and saw one of His shadows."

"The shadow of God?" Truman thought of the final battle of the Second Age, when Angelweid and the ancient sun god fought in the ocean of the collective unconscious, during which Angelweid had shown the shadow of "God".

"Angelweid has been corrupted, and this is where it came from." Adam picked up the silver cross and walked toward the bronze door.

Click!

The bronze door slowly opened, revealing the deep darkness within.

Truman followed them into the bronze door.

The place feels very strange. The further you go in, the more you feel like you're traveling underground, heading deeper into the earth.

This place is essentially the sea of ​​the collective unconscious.

So they came to the deepest part of the ocean of the collective unconscious.

To draw a parallel with the abyss of the fantasy world, this is where the darkest and most terrifying thoughts in the book converge.

Truman and Adam appeared calm, but in reality, a will of a rank comparable to the universe itself had descended upon them.

That will silently watched them advance, until they reached the very bottom of the ocean of the collective unconscious.

This is a gray ocean.

The deep, dark seawater seemed to contain all colors, blooming at the edge of this space, possessing a beauty that transcends perception.

Truman's aura unconsciously clashed with the seawater, and wisps of dreamlike phosphorescence emanated from him, creating a dreamlike space completely isolated from the outside world in this dim sea.

"It's fake." Truman made his judgment after glancing at the murky seawater.

This is similar to the real chaotic sea hidden underground, but it is ultimately fake. Its essence is the "imaginary dragon's" materialization of the shadows and fears underground.

These things, however, merged with the pollution from the Chaos Sea, becoming something capable of bearing the will of "God".

"If it were true, how would you dare come before me?" A voice other than Truman's and Adam's rang out in this eerie space.

(End of this chapter)