Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 480 Reunion

The "Fallen Creator's" finger landed on the "Blasphemy Slab".

This divine object, formed from the body of "God," displayed unimaginable power. As Truman stepped out, it was as if countless suns were exploding around him, allowing Truman to feel the temperature of a real star's surface.

"Disperse," Truman said softly, and then each sun turned into a dreamlike bubble, bursting in the wind and vanishing into nothingness, and the temperature that could have melted and evaporated the earth cooled down as well.

The phrase "wishes come true" is already perfectly embodied.

The "Fallen Creator's" eyes changed, and a storm traveling at the speed of light, eyes behind a veil, and an illusory world of the mind all erupted at the same time.

Truman continued to stroll leisurely, getting closer and closer to becoming the "fallen creator".

The attacks that should have landed on him all turned into dreamy bubbles and floated away, which was very beautiful.

"You're getting closer and closer to that step." The Fallen Creator narrowed his eyes, sensing something more from Truman.

"Have you seen the true symbols of the past?" the Fallen Creator asked, and then He received the answer.

"So it was the 'End'." His omniscient and omnipotent authority was naturally triggered, and he learned about the war that took place at the end of the Fourth Age.

"I hate talking to you guys. You already know most of what I'm talking about without me even saying a word." A mirror-like halo appeared behind Truman.

The halo radiated a dreamlike seven-colored glow, while outside the halo were tiny but terrifying symbols.

That was the "sun," the "storm," the "night"... These were the powers Truman had taken from the true God.

"He actually trusts you that much?" The "Fallen Creator's" gaze fell on the symbol behind Truman's head. The authority of "Omniscient and Omnipotent" was all there!

"No, it's just that He can't beat me right now." Truman was in a good mood, like an extraordinary "Reader" showing off his collection, feeling inexplicably satisfied.

"..." The Fallen Creator had nothing to say. With a wave of his hand, the words on the "Blasphemy Slab" floated up one by one.

That was the original potion recipe.

Under the will of this "fallen creator," this primordial knowledge became dangerous, with symbols vaguely coalescing within it.

That is the knowledge of all existing potion-making methods, and naturally, it is the power of all potion-making methods!

A total of twenty-two divine pathways of power, more than Truman possessed!

The power of the sun, storms, night, moon... all these forces erupted at the same time and place, creating a scene that was truly unimaginable. Klein, who had been spying on the "Source Castle" by taking advantage of its isolation, quickly closed the "Source Castle" and huddled inside, not daring to peek out.

The land of the forsaken gods experienced a brief period of turmoil, but it could not cause any significant disturbance under the suppression of Gensokyo.

The giant palace, which served as the battlefield, trembled violently, but under the protection of the dreamlike power, it could not be broken and could only silently endure the pain.

laugh!

With a soft, unusual sound, all the noise in the palace subsided.

Those powers and that knowledge seem to have never existed.

Truman's "Spear of Fate" had already pierced the chest of the "Fallen Creator".

This scene is so similar to the assassination at the end of the Third Age, where a dream angel killed the creator.

"Go back to sleep for a few more years. I reckon it won't be long before you wake up again, and then I'll kill you."

"At that time, you won't be able to kill me as you please." The Fallen Creator had already anticipated the current situation and was not surprised. Being able to witness the current progress of the dream was already the goal.

"Alas, I'm really miserable. I have to guard against this and that." Truman lamented to himself, then plunged the "Spear of Fate" deeper into the body of the "Fallen Creator," and the dreamlike phosphorescence completely killed His will.

Truman only loosened the "spear of fate" and let it dissipate naturally after he realized that there was no hope for him.

—This "Spear of Fate," like Truman now, came from the painting; it is merely a lingering image of information.

The body of the "Fallen Creator" also vanished along with the dissipation of the "Spear of Fate".

"Goodbye." The "Fallen Creator" said goodbye as if he were a friend returning home, saying he would come to visit you tomorrow.

His resurrection is unstoppable; as long as Adam and Sasriel unite, He will surely awaken—this is unsolvable.

At that time, He was truly beyond Truman's ability to resolve.

Truman waved his hand, and the "Blasphemy Slab" landed in his hand.

He had actually seen the "Desecrating Slab" shortly after waking up in the "City of Darkness," but it was only now that he had actually gotten his hands on it to study it.

"It is the body of the Creator..." Truman frowned slightly. He did not have the authority of "omniscience", and it was not an easy task to thoroughly study this stone tablet.

At that moment, Truman raised an eyebrow. "What, you want it?"

His tone was anything but friendly.

"That belongs to the teacher, of course I wouldn't dare." Amon's voice echoed in the palace.

His true form had long since left the Giants' Court, but he still left behind a Time Worm to confirm the final outcome. If possible, he could exploit the loopholes and obtain some valuable items.

But now, I'm outta here...

"Hmph." Truman snorted and began to dissipate, while the "Desecrating Slab" was sent to Truman Manor.

"That was truly spectacular!" After Truman had been gone for some time, Klein, having confirmed that it was safe, returned from "Source Castle" and brought the Silver City squad with him.

"Here..." The Silver City squad was shocked when they arrived at this palace.

Under the purification of the dreamlike phosphorescence, the "Chaotic Sea" naturally leaves no pollution.

However, those of them who lived not far from the Giants' Court knew that an extremely terrifying battle had taken place there.

"The dream purified the fallen evil spirits," Klein explained, gesturing for Derrick to step forward.

Derrick paused for a moment, then slowly stepped forward and pushed open the door that had been closed for thousands of years.

Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the door, adding a unique touch to the palace at dusk.

"Is this real sunlight?" Derrick Berg asked, stunned.

The sky in Gensokyo is a dreamy seven-colored sky, and this pure golden sunlight can only be seen on those who have reached the "Sun" pathway.

"We're back in the real world," Lovia said softly, raising her hand as if grasping a ray of golden light.

Klein watched all this silently, then let out a soft breath to confirm that his ritual was complete. He took out the potion he had prepared earlier and swallowed it in one gulp.

From this day forward, He is a two-way angel.

(End of this chapter)