Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 67 "Wisdom"

Truman returned to the realm of the Creator God.

He felt somewhat uncomfortable the moment he stepped out of the spirit world, because the sky in heaven was much dimmer than usual.

Truman's eyes were swirling with information; his all-seeing eye looked at the heavenly kingdom itself, capturing and analyzing countless pieces of information.

Not only did the sunlight dim, but its purifying power almost vanished, and even the thin membrane separating heaven and the real world flickered, seemingly about to fade away.

The sunlight was fading, and the statues of the Creator were dimming like never before.

All of this caused some unease among the Creator's believers in the Kingdom of Heaven, especially given the inability to find the Vice-King of Heaven.

Even angels were out waging holy war, and ordinary believers seemed to have lost their anchor, becoming anxious and fearful.

Truman smiled and looked into the deepest part of the divine kingdom, where there was a completely enclosed space.

A chaotic color, like a surging ocean containing all the colors and knowledge of the world, obscured everything, preventing even light from entering, and no one could glimpse its appearance.

Beyond the ocean lies Sasriel, standing outside the chaotic blue sea, his eyes vacant, as if his soul has been ripped away.

The ancient sun god is controlling the chaotic sea through Him.

Truman nodded slightly, and twelve wings of an angel appeared behind him. A strong, dreamlike phosphorescence burst forth from his body, making him the brightest source of light in the Creator's Kingdom.

"The Lord is merging His own authority, and all things in the Kingdom of Heaven remain in their original state."

"Pray to the Lord, and He will answer you."

His voice reached everyone's ears, and could even be heard beyond heaven.

Hmm? Truman sensed a slight fluctuation in space.

He looked beyond the heavens and his Eye of Secrets saw a faint trace. After analyzing a lot of information, he was certain that there had just been a giant dragon here.

"Is it the 'Dragon of Wisdom'?" Truman suddenly remembered the giant dragon that Sasriel had mentioned to him once.

……

Levihild, the City of Miracles, is home to all the dragons of this world in this sky city that never falls.

"Herabergen!" The Imaginary Dragon Angorweid looked at the Wise Dragon who had jumped back to the City of Miracles.

"Great dragon of fantasy, the kingdom of the sun god has indeed fallen into distress, lost its divine power, and the believers are in a state of panic."

"Now, only 'Dream' is maintaining order in the Sun God Kingdom."

The dragon of wisdom told him everything he had seen.

The Imaginary Dragon kept a close eye on Herabogen's spiritual body until it finally confirmed that everything He said was true.

The Imaginary Dragon itself dared not approach; its appearance would most likely provoke the ancient sun god, and would definitely trigger another earth-shattering divine war.

So He sent Herabogen, who was known as “wisdom,” to find out what was going on.

The situation was consistent with His guess.

"The sun really did lose its mental balance after eating the spirit..."

From the perspective of the Imaginary Dragon, this is a drawback of taking the sequence route, since the Ancient Gods don't need to worry about losing control when they consume traits—they are already crazy enough.

The ancient gods found it acceptable for people to descend into madness in their pursuit of "completeness" and "power."

The Imaginary Dragon's pale golden pupils narrowed slightly, and the mysterious symbols on its gray-white scales flickered continuously, causing the entire City of Miracles to oscillate between reality and illusion.

None of the dragons dared to utter a sound, bowing their heads in the face of the imaginary dragon's might.

The Imaginary Dragon could hardly bear its current longing for the sun.

With the convergence of the three pathways and the Chaos Sea, the influence of God's will, or rather, the power of aggregation, became so strong that even the Imaginary Dragon could not calm its own mind.

If we infer from the Dragon of Wisdom, then the Dragon of Imagination may contain more than one path.

It is highly likely to have the characteristics of a high position with two paths: "dragon" and "white tower".

So now, whether the imaginary dragon eats the sun or the sun eats the imaginary dragon, either one can achieve true "fullness," "completeness," or "awakening."

"Should we take this opportunity to devour the sun?!" The symbols on the gray-white scales of the Imaginary Dragon became three-dimensional, extending outward into the surrounding void, weaving together a phantom world.

In that world, it was He who successfully swallowed the sun, completely overwhelmed all the ancient gods, and became the supreme God.

But on the other side of that world, the sun swallowed Him, the dragon race was nearly wiped out, and the sun became the truly omniscient and omnipotent creator.

The two flipped worlds constantly rotated between reality and illusion, causing even most dragons to experience mental confusion and distorted thoughts, their spirits becoming tainted with all sorts of seemingly heartfelt ideas.

One moment they're singing their hearts out, celebrating the dragon of fantasy becoming the supreme God; the next they're surrendering to their fate and committing suicide.

It was as if two worldlines were merging at this moment, causing all the dragons to be in a state of utter chaos.

"Lord!" The Dragon of Wisdom crashed to the ground with a roar, waking the Dragon of Imagination from its struggling state, and the entire Dragon of Miracles was also freed from its strange state.

Almost all the dragons cast their gazes toward the wise dragon, some with gratitude, others with indifference.

The Imaginary Dragon's pale golden eyes were also staring directly at the Wise Dragon. The might of the ancient god made the Wise Dragon's body tremble, and its scales were about to crack.

"Speak!" the Imaginary Dragon said coldly, willing to listen to a dragon known as "wisdom".

This is also a privilege of the Dragon of Wisdom in this City of Miracles.

"This is the only chance!" The wise dragon lay prostrate on the ground, raised its head, and uttered these words.

The runes on the Imaginary Dragon's body almost exploded, and the Wisdom Dragon was disappearing entirely, about to fall into the most terrifying despair!

But in the blink of an eye, the dragon of wisdom recovered, and was even in better condition than before.

"Yes..." The Dream Dragon's eyes were unusually lifeless.

Whether or not the sun's mental state is truly unbalanced, this is its last chance.

If He doesn't go now, and the sun truly consumes all the elves, it will be the greatest calamity for Him, one that even if He joins forces with the other ancient gods, it will be difficult to resist.

"This is the last chance." The Dream Dragon's mental state instantly stabilized.

"All dragons, follow me on my expedition!" The Imaginary Dragon suddenly roared.

This dragon roar not only echoed in the City of Miracles, but also spread throughout the world through the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness!

The Imaginary Dragon did not want to face the ancient sun god alone, so it called upon the two ancient gods who still had the ability to intervene.

But He was destined to be disappointed.

The Phoenix Ancestor sealed off the Underworld, making it impossible to enter or leave, and even impossible to locate within the Spirit World.

The Giant King Ormir glanced at the City of Miracles with his single eye, which shimmered with the light of twilight, snorted coldly, and poured his spiritual energy into the palm-sized bronze door.

(End of this chapter)