Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 89 The Starry Sky

Truman did not forcefully awaken that person, but instead reserved it for a crucial moment.

"That sense of security has finally returned," Truman breathed a sigh of relief.

Only when he has coping mechanisms will he feel somewhat safe in that "God's" heaven.

"Don't worry, it's relatively safe for at least the next thousand years."

Truman nodded slightly to the hidden angel and asked, "How is your original body currently?"

When one reaches the level of a god, madness becomes inevitable.

"The ceremony was very effective. There were some problems, but not major ones. People are gradually becoming more familiar with the use of authority."

"If needed, you can summon the night directly."

The hidden angel returned to a semi-hidden state, leaving only a dim, ethereal shadow.

"Okay." After thinking for a moment, Truman did not refuse.

"Hmm... I might have to move back. I have a feeling that the Creator's Kingdom isn't safe anymore."

"Heh..." The Hidden Angel seemed to have some emotional fluctuations, and her gentle voice became somewhat ethereal. "The believers of the Dark City have not seen the Pope for a hundred years."

"If they hadn't known that Saint Truman was still alive, a new pope would have already taken the throne."

"Ahem!" Truman coughed lightly, his expression unchanged. "Just tell them that their pope has gone to save the world."

After saying goodbye to the hidden angel, Truman wandered back to the Creator's Kingdom.

This is the territory that Truman has developed over the past few hundred years; we can't just abandon it.

"Where have you been?" Soon, Sasliel approached him and asked about the Creator's current state.

"After meeting you once, the main body voluntarily entered a state of dormancy."

"He might be in some trouble," Truman said, offering some of his guesses.

Sasriel's expression turned serious, his brow furrowing. Then, his expression became somewhat strange as he said thoughtfully, "He didn't tell me anything, and I couldn't sense anything amiss either..."

Truman and Sasriel exchanged a glance, and roughly understood the Creator's thoughts.

This is consistent with the history Truman knows; Sassril will be the executor of the Creator's true will.

"The situation is getting worse..."

"Don't be too pessimistic," Truman now advised Sussril, "You've come this far, so you truly have the ability to contend with that 'God'."

"Fortunately, it's not a direct resurrection. I might still have the ability to stop that one..." Sasriel tapped the blasphemous stone tablet with his fingers.

Truman looked at the blasphemous stone slab, his expression subtly shifting, but he said nothing.

This thing was formed from that person's body.

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Several years have passed, and the Creator's Kingdom has become even more prosperous. Most of humanity, and even some extraordinary races, have begun to believe in the Creator.

The number of followers of the Dream Angel also surged, greatly enhancing Truman's control over "All Things Fantasy".

Most importantly, the Creator woke up once in the past few years and was in very good condition; even Truman couldn't find anything wrong with it.

"At least for now, there's no danger."

Truman's pace of moving slowed down; people are always lazy.

"Teacher." It wasn't Amon, but Bethel.

Bethel has already been promoted to "Wanderer" with the blessing of Saslir, and has now even digested most of it.

"Huh?" Truman suddenly had a strange feeling; something on his body was now connected to Bethel.

It was the cluster of "door" pathways on his body, and those eyes made of starlight.

Especially those eyes; in Truman's eyes, they were a perfect match for Bethel, almost like a monocle and Amon.

"You are now a 'Wanderer,' so it's time to prepare for the 'Planetary Planeswalker' ritual. Moreover, the role of a 'Wanderer' must involve venturing into the astral plane or the starry sky."

The ritual of the "Planetary Travelers" is to leave legends in nine places outside the planet.

This is the peculiarity of the "gate" path: only by becoming an angel can one resist the pollution of the starry sky, and the only way to become an angel is to go to the starry sky.

This is a paradox in itself.

For a saint without sufficient backing, this is a ritual that is almost impossible to complete.

"Yes," Bethel said with some shame. He had been troubling his teacher all along, and he couldn't even help his teacher cleanse the believers who had turned their backs on the dream.

"The starry sky..." Truman pondered silently, even taking out the Book of Dreams and gently examining certain key points.

"Here's what we'll do: first, go and pray to the Creator for protection on your journey to the stars, and then..."

"I'll go with you to the starry sky!"

Outer gods are certainly terrifying, but is "God" not terrifying?

Of course, Truman had no intention of using an external god to restrain "God".

After all, with the barrier in place, most of the power that the Outer Gods could infiltrate was very limited, and they couldn't cause enough trouble for "God".

The one who could cause trouble for "God" might first kidnap Truman to have his baby...

As for why he went to the starry sky? Some of his ideas about the Book of Dreams could only be confirmed by observing the Outer Gods.

At the same time, he may have also recreated the scene when he faced the Elf King...

Of course, that would be too dangerous. Truman was almost certain that the source matter on those Outer Gods would also have a serious impact on his conscious state.

It's best to avoid things like source matter and outer gods unless... you're forced to.

"Teacher, you're going to the stars too?" Bethel asked in surprise. "No..."

"I'm not there to protect you. I have important business to attend to, and you need to complete your own ritual." Truman interrupted Bethel's unfounded speculation.

"..." But Bethel was clearly stubborn, and soon fell silent, indulging in self-pity.

"I want to go too!" Suddenly Truman looked up and saw Amon.

Several years have passed, and now Amon has grown into a young man with black hair, black eyes, and a slightly thinner face.

He was dressed in a black, classic magic robe and wore a magic hat.

This image is very similar to the "blasphemer" that Truman is familiar with.

"You're my teacher too, how can you be biased and only take Bethel to such a fun place?"

Amon gently adjusted his monocle, a smile playing on his lips.

Did He want to experience the charm of "Starry Sky University" in advance?

"This brat..." Truman had a slight headache. After experiencing the unique baptism of the "Bronze Book" and the "Black Emperor's Crown", Amon had become more and more proficient in controlling his various abilities.

This caused a great commotion in the Dreamland and even throughout the entire Creator's Kingdom.

It's just because Amon is the son of the Creator that everyone is overly lenient towards this "god of mischief".

In contrast to Amon was Adam, the clear-eyed boy who made great achievements in spreading the belief in the Creator, earning the respect and faith of many believers and truly gaining the prestige of the King of Angels.

(End of this chapter)