Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 82 The Glorious Era

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The dark and deep starry sky suddenly underwent various strange changes, and the many malicious and arrogant gazes instantly withdrew, filled with obvious fear.

In the end, only a red moon hung there, shining brightly, silently confronting the light and shadow.

In that instant, He drew infinitely close to the primordial God, the Creator.

This made all the outer gods wary and speechless.

When the Creator looked up at the stars, all living beings in the world looked up at that enormous light and shadow.

"The God of Dawn," Bardhar, led the majority of the remaining giants to migrate, far from the Giant King's Court. At this moment, he looked up and remained silent.

Salinger, the "God of the Dead," stood at the edge of the underworld, silently watching the beam of light.

Even these two gods, who gained immense benefits at the end of the era, were unable to resist this level of power.

Even those who possess the status of gods need to remain low-key and lie low in this new era.

No god dared to challenge this Creator before he himself showed signs of weakness.

This marks the end of an era and the beginning of another.

The beam of light, as tall as heaven and earth, lasted for half an hour before finally receding, and the chaotic sea beneath its feet gradually disappeared.

Ultimately, the light and shadow returned to the Creator's Kingdom, while a blasphemous slab fell and returned to Sasriel's hands.

Sasriel's brow furrowed slightly.

"Has that person recovered?" Truman asked curiously.

You can't tell anything from that light and shadow, but Sasriel should know very well.

"Without the revival, this blasphemous tablet would never have been in my hands," Sasriel shook his head slightly.

"Of course, this is inevitable. As long as it is kept within certain limits, this is also the meaning of my existence."

The ancient sun god did not truly contain the Chaos Sea, but chose to maintain the status quo and control it through Sasriel.

The most effective way to prevent that person's recovery from exceeding control is to...

"From the current perspective, that person's will remains unchanged."

"It doesn't feel quite right..." Truman expressed his doubts; this was the beginning of the Third Age!

The power of that "Primordial God" or "Creator" has not yet been weakened by the coming of the apocalypse; it is too powerful. Even with its "mysterious" uniqueness of "error," it is difficult to truly resist His resurrection.

And Sasriel is actually just a "firewall".

"My true form has already gained initial control over the authority of 'omniscience and omnipotence,' so it's unlikely that I'll be devoured by that being," Sasriel said.

Truman, who knows what the future holds, remains pessimistic about it.

"Let's go." Sasriel and Truman returned to the Creator's Kingdom.

"The Creator of all things, the all-knowing and all-powerful God..."

The prayers of countless devout believers echoed in the Creator's Kingdom, and the sunlight, like ribbons, became tangible, bringing true peace to every believer.

"Seven days later, the Lord will descend and bless the devout."

Saslir announced this to all believers.

"Huh!" Truman stopped pondering the possible future and instead smiled. "Isn't this just 'dividing the cake'?"

Before the world barrier disappears and the "mystery" awakens, the creator who truly holds the power of "omniscience and omnipotence" will be truly invincible, and the entire world will fall under His rule.

At this time, "sharing the cake" is also the most direct way to appease believers and strengthen the church's own power.

But, could this cake have come from a treasure vault...? Truman took a deep breath.

That doesn't seem like a good thing...

"You have one too," Sasriel said, looking at Truman. "And the biggest piece of all."

"Oh?!" Truman blinked, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

For someone who controls the treasure vault, there's really nothing that can tempt him.

"good!"

Seven days is an extremely delicate point in time, the time of creation recorded in the Creator's sacred texts.

In seven days, the Creator created everything, but unfortunately, no one knows what the second-generation Creator did in those seven days.

But at this moment, these seven days are a crucial time for devout believers around the world to make pilgrimages.

Believers continue to flock to the Creator's Kingdom of Heaven, where demigods and angels are not lacking.

This is definitely the highest-level gathering outside of "feature aggregation".

The absence of "self-help" was entirely due to the fact that sunlight "purified" all malice.

"So many people, are you trying to take down my treasure vault?!" Truman's face turned green.

The ancient gods' forces were wiped out, and most of their characteristics were collected into the Creator's Treasury, including Sequence One and Uniqueness, making it unimaginably rich.

But the extraordinary beings who came on this pilgrimage were too terrifying. Once the "blessing" was bestowed, the newly filled treasure trove would shrink by more than half.

"You have to give me some compensation!" Truman looked at Sasriel.

"...That's my treasure trove!" Sasriel almost slammed a blasphemous stone tablet down on it, saying irritably.

"Then tell me what you're going to give me!" Truman asked this question. He hated riddle-makers the most and never guessed; he just asked directly.

"An authority!" Sasriel said, putting his hand to his forehead.

A kind of authority?

Truman's eyes widened slightly. Was this a sudden surprise?

"Choose one of five! Think carefully about what you want," Sasriel added again.

"I can still choose?!" Truman's eyes lit up. "Can I choose 'omniscient and omnipotent'?"

"What do you think?" Sasriel crossed his arms and looked at Truman with a smile.

"Ahem... let's forget it." Truman coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment. "'Omniscience and Omnipotence' is strongly related to the Chaos Sea, and I don't think it can be replicated with 'All Things'."

"Heh..." Sasriel chuckled lightly. You really want to choose "Omniscient and Omnipotent"?

"The Sun, the Storm, the White Tower, Decline, and Fantasy..."

One path, one authority, and the ability to choose either.

This "cake" was so good that even Truman felt it was somewhat unreal.

"How dreamy..." the dream angel exclaimed. He had even thought that the ancient sun god would give him ownership of those unique things, but he never expected that it would be a kind of authority of His own.

"What should I choose?" Truman even had the urge to shout "I want them all," but as an adult, he knew he couldn't afford it.

Amidst this joyful vexation, the seven-day pilgrimage ordained by the Creator began.

In every corner of the Creator's Kingdom, there is a believer who lingers, and the entire Kingdom resounds with devout prayers to the Creator.

Everyone is waiting for a special moment to arrive.

That was the moment when the sun reached its highest point in the world, which was special for the creator who built upon the sun.

"Clang! Clang!"

The hour of midday has arrived, and a deep, resonant bell tolls from the largest sacrificial square, echoing throughout the entire Kingdom of the Creator.

"Praise the sun!"

(End of this chapter)