Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 55 Purification

boom!

Another wave of filth surged in, but the broken connection to the mysterious dimension could not be re-established.

Truman shrouded himself in a dreamlike phosphorescent glow, completely severing any possibility of establishing contact.

At the same moment, one could see the illusory stars in the astral plane radiating an extremely dazzling light.

The intensity of the filth surge also increased several times over.

However, in Truman's eyes, the mother tree's actions seemed rather exasperated.

"He was frightened by the Book of Dreams and instinctively wanted to run away, but he quickly came to his senses and angrily tried to re-establish his connection with me and erode me."

"Huh!" Truman tapped his finger lightly on the Book of Dreams. "The Book of Dreams seems to be a tiny bit higher in rank than I thought..."

Even the mother tree was startled at first glance; it must be tall enough.

Truman's connection with the Mother Tree has been severed, and he can no longer be corrupted. He can only futilely crash against the barrier, creating ripples.

"Let's go." Lilith had already begun to draw upon the crimson moonlight, the only lunar pathway left at the ritual site as a precaution.

This operation has been a complete success; there is no need to stay here and face the filth any longer.

Truman and Amanisis both nodded, and as the crimson moonlight flickered, the three figures quickly disappeared into the abyss.

Peace returned to the place, leaving only the starry sky and illusory stars, and the ceaseless tide of filth.

A crimson tide suddenly erupted from the red moon in the Creator God's Kingdom. As the crimson tide receded, three figures appeared in the spot.

"Farewell." Amanises retrieved the Red Moon, then concealed himself and distanced himself from the Creator's divine realm.

Lilith returned to the Dreamland with a calm expression; they no longer needed to interfere with what happened next.

There are many things worth pondering from this trip to the abyss.

"How is it?" Sasriel emerged silently from the shadows.

"The Abyss can be considered a weak point..."

Truman recounted everything he saw and heard in the abyss, omitting the strangeness of the Mother Tree of Desire seeing him.

"The Abyss..." Sasriel's expression turned grave. "Then Fabuti must not die."

"Hmm?!" Truman raised an eyebrow slightly; this was quite an interesting statement.

"We need a god to seal the abyss and prevent someone from entering this world from it," Sasriel said softly.

"Use 'Abyss' to block Abyss?" Truman's expression was quite interesting; this result was truly unexpected.

But it does have a certain degree of rationality.

In Truman's memory, the Demon King is the only ancient god who survived.

Why?

Given the existence of a creator who truly possesses omniscience and omnipotence, it should be incredibly easy for him to subdue a severely injured ancient god.

But the Demon Lord survived, even living into the Fifth Age.

"Aren't you afraid that the other woman will benefit from this?" Truman asked, a reasonable concern.

"A cheap price is impossible, and the Demon King is not someone you can just manipulate at will." Sasriel slowly shook his head.

"The Demon King will not be completely corrupted until the barrier shatters; once corrupted..."

Sasriel paused, his tone slightly strange and puzzled, "The Lord said, trust in the wisdom of those who come after."

Truman's expression was also strange. As far as he knew about the future, the Demon King did indeed still have the power to resist, and there would probably be a god who could restrain Him.

"There's no other way; He's the most suitable one." Sasriel invited Truman to witness the final outcome of this divine war, and Truman readily agreed.

"Oh, right, demons seem to possess high-level characteristics of the 'Order' pathway. We should snatch them." Truman suddenly remembered this.

The two paths related to "order" play a significant role in later generations and cannot be buried in the abyss.

"Well, consider it a reward for the demons guarding the abyss." Sasriel nodded slightly, then teased.

Truman was taken aback by Sasriel's words. "But then again..."

Helping the Demon King purify the chaotic characteristics within him is the benefit he receives... though it's somewhat unethical.

Truman didn't notice any action from Sasriel, but the ancient sun god probably already knew.

All of this was reflected in the divine war in the astral realm.

Previously, it had only made a few moves to suppress the ancient sun god, but now it had taken the initiative, no longer relying on that invisible barrier, but actively joining the battlefield.

The pure and brilliant sunlight transformed into an unparalleled pillar of light connecting the spirit world, the astral world, and even the real world.

This is a "purification," but it's ridiculously powerful, capable of piercing through the entire world.

When this "purification" appeared, everyone who saw this pillar of light forgot everything, their minds went blank, and they could hardly have any extra thoughts.

The terrifying beam of light, restrained by the Giant King and controlled by the Shadow Curtain, accurately struck the Demon King.

All the depravity and filth vanished in an instant.

Within the pillar of light that pierced the world, the enormous and twisted demon king roared silently.

Every syllable He uttered carried unimaginable pollution, and thus was purified by the sunlight.

In the pure sunlight, it looked like a black-and-white silent film with severe white light pollution.

In the silent stillness, the Demon King's struggle intensified. The effects of "purification" on him were undeniable; it was a power capable of truly killing Him.

Purification is far too much of a restraint when it comes to filth.

"Roar!" The demon king struggled, and another substance began to seep out from its enormous body.

It was a blood-red liquid. Its appearance directly destroyed everything in black and white. That color, representing all desires in the world, would give the black and white silent film an eerie hue.

Having occupied the Abyss for many years, the Demon King's research into the starry sky at the bottom of the Abyss is likely far greater than what Truman has seen!

"What is that thing!?" Even the ancient gods turned their heads, sensing the strange power emanating from it with surprise and uncertainty. At the same time, they thought of the starry sky.

However, due to the barrier of the invisible barrier, the power of the outer gods could not penetrate in, and the ancient gods dared not go out. Their understanding of the starry sky was very limited, and they could not determine its origin.

The ancient sun god became much more cautious as he looked at the mass of blood-red liquid. A curtain of shadow behind him was gently drawn back, and an eye peered into the world through it.

Wherever the eye's gaze falls, it's as if a shadow has once again intruded into the black and white world, veiling everything in the fiery white with a light gauze.

At the same time, an ancient clock with twelve squares appeared at the feet of the sun god, and time began to flow within it!

These are two different kinds of authority!

The appearance of the two powers caused time to stand still, the shadows to fall, and together with the sunlight, they pressed down, suppressing the blood-red liquid!

"God said, 'Purify.'"

The ancient sun god spoke again.

Every inch of space in the astral plane brightened, and countless pure rays of light shone forth.

The demon ultimately lost the ability to resist.

(End of this chapter)