Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 90 Departure

Take Amon to the starry sky...

Truman's gaze lingered on Amon, causing the boy's smile to gradually freeze.

"What's wrong, teacher?" Amon's smile was about to burst out.

He emphasized the word "teacher" again, but both Truman and Bethel knew that this brat had little sincerity in his heart.

He was simply too curious about the starry sky, which is why he had to come here and humble himself.

This is also one of the few times that Amon has used the word "teacher" in the past few years.

He probably never thought that an angel king who was on par with Him could be His teacher.

However, a few years was enough for Amon to realize the wonders of Truman in various aspects.

He possesses many powers that Amon envies but cannot steal!

"Okay." Truman finally nodded slightly. Anyway, it wasn't me who was providing protection, so adding another person would put pressure on the Creator.

"Pray to the Creator, ask for protection in the starry sky." Truman looked at Bethel.

As for Amon...

"Go ask your father for a drop of the Creator's blood; consider it your round-trip ticket."

"Okay!" Amon agreed without hesitation. He knew what the starry sky was and understood that this might be his only chance to set foot in the starry sky for a long time.

Truman took this time to make some simple arrangements for the Dream Cult. With Hermes managing it, there shouldn't be any problems with the Dream Territory.

Incidentally, he also informed a few of his friends.

The starry sky is vast, and he cannot guarantee that he will be able to return in a short time.

Of course, the connection between Dreamland and them should not be completely severed.

In theory, the true God has already become a concept in the universe, and the Old Ones are even more significant as an integral part of the universe.

For details, refer to the "pillars" of the three visible and one hidden structure.

The Book of Dreams is of the same origin quality and its rank is not much lower than that of the old days.

The protection of the ancient sun god soon arrived; a ray of sunlight descended from the sky, enveloping Bethel's body and gradually merging into it.

This is near-ancient level power.

"Here you go!" Amon was incredibly fast, bringing over a piece of pure crystal.

Inside was a drop of chaotic-colored blood of the Creator God, containing unimaginable power.

It felt to Truman like a condensed version of the chaotic sea.

"Ready to go!"

After arranging everything, Truman didn't waste any time and stepped into the Astral Plane under Sasriel's complicated gaze.

"I'm a little envious, why is that...?"

This is probably how it feels to see a colleague you've been working with taking a year-end vacation, and this "year" refers to the workplace.

Similarly, Truman's closest friends also sensed the Book of Dreams drifting away.

"They actually went to the starry sky..."

……

Truman led Bethel and Amon into the Astral Plane.

The Astral Realm is not the starry sky; it is ultimately different. It is a world composed of symbols and authority, and like the starry sky, it is also vast and indescribable, dark and profound.

The difference is that the astral realm is a collection of concepts.

Those stars hang deep within the cosmos, radiating real light and heat, but if you get close, you can only see a "sun" painted with oil paint. It is the concept and symbol that makes up the sun, and it has real power.

Truman stepped onto the barrier and looked at the illusory and dazzling stars.

"It's dangerous outside!" Even this fearless brat, Amon, was filled with apprehension about the world outside the barrier.

"I have all sorts of fantasies about the outside world, but I've never tried to take a step outside." Bethel looked at the world beyond the barrier with a deep longing in his eyes.

Becoming a "Wanderer" grants the ability to travel to different planets in space, yet one is confined within a barrier—a torment for any qualified "Wanderer."

This is why Bethel's potion digestion got stuck at the last step.

"Then let's go out." Truman smiled as well. What human being wouldn't feel curiosity and awe towards the starry sky?

He did not use the Book of Dreams, because that would be too conspicuous and would surely not escape the eyes of the Outer Gods.

He used the "Planeswalker" ability on the Ancients' gloves.

Amon glanced at the gloves on Truman's hands, gently pushed up his monocle, and suppressed his urge to steal.

Truman's Old Man gloves were one of the things Amon most wanted to steal.

Because the three pathways represented by this glove are integrated too perfectly.

hum!

Truman's star-like eyes gleamed slightly, and the authority of the "Door" they represented caused a qualitative change in the power of the "Planets Walker".

"Go!" Truman suddenly grabbed his two students and jumped over the barrier.

The barrier does not prevent people from leaving the planet, so this action couldn't be simpler.

But this very jump gave Amon, the god of mischief, an unprecedented thrill.

A strong sense of life-or-death crisis and a feeling of security from being protected made every one of his Time Worms cheer with joy.

That was a pleasure He had never felt, not even when he tried to steal his teacher's "Book of Dreams"!

Just a step away, yet they are two different worlds.

An endless, terrifying pollution from the Outer Gods surged through the vacuum, like a tide, like light, threatening to completely engulf those who fell into it.

"What are you doing?!" Amon suddenly exclaimed, because he discovered that Truman had not yet conceptualized or used his father's power!

"It's nothing, I just felt a little sentimental seeing something familiar." Truman was momentarily lost in thought because he saw the real moon.

The moon is neither perfect nor pure; it is just an ordinary celestial body that emits a faint glow.

But this is the real moon, the same one deep in Truman's memory.

Of course, there were some differences as well. When Truman looked at the moon, all three of them sensed a powerful, corrupting force surging within them, which made the corruption they were suffering from even more severe.

clang!

An ancient stone bell appeared behind the three.

It is ancient and mottled, its surface divided into twelve squares by gray-white and bluish-black colors, each shimmering with different symbols.

The bells rang out in the starry sky without needing a medium, causing time to stand still.

This bought Amun and His companions a fleeting moment to save themselves.

"Bethel!" Seeing that Truman had no intention of dealing with the pollution, Amon realized he had to rely on himself.

"Okay!" Bethel responded immediately.

At the same time, the Creator's protection appeared on him and on Amon, and pure, brilliant sunlight burst forth, purifying all pollution.

This is the significance of the Creator's protection, enabling them to resist the contamination of outer gods in the starry sky.

Amon's expression darkened as he looked at Truman, only to find that Truman's expression was somewhat gloomy.

(End of this chapter)