Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 98 Chaos

"Teacher, your kind of proselytizing is practically the work of an evil god!"

One of Amon's clones transformed into an animal somewhat similar to a crow and landed on Truman's shoulder.

"So what if he's an evil god? Your father was called an evil god by those extraordinary races in the Second Epoch too. I'm His angel," Truman joked. In the mysterious world, who hasn't reached the point of becoming an evil god?

The smile on Amon's lips gradually faded. "Hmph, I've discovered a remnant of what appears to be an Outer God."

"Outer Gods?!" Truman instantly perked up; the Church of Destiny here had been practically plundered.

The systems of the two Outer Gods, "Ring of Destiny" and "Mother Tree of Desire," are not enough; he needs more!

Truman glanced over and extracted the information he wanted from Amon's mind, then directly led Amon to the designated location.

Amon could not hide his true feelings from a dreamer.

"You!" Amon's eyes widened slightly, but he couldn't show his anger and could only maintain his elegance. "Even Adam wasn't like this..."

"That's why you call me teacher, not brother."

Truman answered nonchalantly, looking up at the enormous pyramid before him.

In a desolate desert, a giant pyramid stands proudly, surrounded by weathered cities; this is a no-man's-land.

"Wow!" Truman raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing a strangely familiar aura emanating from it.

"Like the Black Emperor's crown? No, judging by its design, it's practically the Black Emperor's mausoleum!"

Truman saw in these pyramid mausoleums a distorted beauty and a rigid order, even a sense of chaos.

"It's a pity I didn't bring the treasure trove with me..." He didn't know how many years he would stay in this starry sky, so he didn't bring the Creator's treasure trove with him. The "Black Emperor's Crown" and the "Bronze Book" were not in his possession.

The rules he previously established for Amon were also replicas of the "All Things" authority, and did not belong to a truly unique authority.

"This mausoleum has been abandoned for at least three thousand years." Amon had quickly composed himself and began to introduce the pyramid mausoleum to Truman.

"Based on the information we have, this is the lost ancient history of this planet, the traces left behind by the previous civilization."

"About three thousand years ago on our planet, the previous civilization collapsed at an unbelievable speed, and its brilliant achievements seemed to crumble in an instant."

Truman approached the massive pyramid mausoleum, and the lingering, distorted aura, combined with the fact that it was over three thousand years old, made him think of many things.

"Three thousand years ago was probably the First Era, and there was probably only one event in the First Era related to the chaos of order..."

Truman's expression was somewhat peculiar.

"So you do know something!" Amon gently pushed up his monocle and smiled.

Why would He deliberately tell Truman about this place? It's because He himself has a serious lack of knowledge in certain areas and needs to bring in this "teacher".

Truman, out of respect for the pyramids, gave Amon a basic education.

"Both paths of order originate from the stars, drawn to our world by the very beginning of the universe's creation." Truman's first words made Amon's gaze slightly grave.

"They were pulled from an Outer God known as the 'Child of Chaos'."

Truman arrived at the foot of the giant pyramid, placed his hand on it, and carefully sensed the residual corrupting power within.

"And the 'Children of Chaos' entered our world in some unknown way during the First Epoch or even earlier."

Amon's expression darkened slightly. "The barrier has failed?!"

"It must be due to the unique nature of the 'Child of Chaos' pathway, coupled with the fact that He Himself is one of the most powerful Outer Gods in this universe." Truman slowly shook his head.

"After that, for some unknown reason, the 'Child of Chaos' split apart."

Truman skipped over the process and directly told Amon the answer.

"How did it split?" Amon pushed up his monocle, almost unable to resist stealing some thoughts from Truman's mind.

"...Later, the split 'Child of Chaos' became the 'Uncertain Mist,' also an 'Ancient' level being."

Truman did not answer Amon but continued his own introduction.

"What about the other part?" Amon suppressed his restless heart, instinctively feeling that this might have some connection to Him.

"Guess?" Truman looked at Amon with a smile.

Amon couldn't help but reach out and grab, and indeed stole some of Truman's thoughts, but they were just things Truman had imagined and given to him, exactly as he had just said.

"Be content. Your father probably doesn't know as much about this as I do." Truman ignored Amon and found the entrance to the pyramid.

"The destruction of the previous civilization on this planet was so mysterious and rapid that it is most likely related to the split of the 'Children of Chaos' back then."

This belief system is so deeply influenced by the old civilization that, in terms of the "gift" system, those who are promoted in this way are easily stripped of everything by the gift-giver.

This is also the biggest drawback of the "Gift" system compared to the potion system.

All great power belongs to that great being.

"You want to find out the truth of what happened back then from here?" Amon asked again. He had already suffered many setbacks with Truman, so he was used to it and adjusted his mindset to keep up.

"Probably..." Truman observed the murals on the passageways inside the pyramid.

It depicts the origin of the previous civilization, an order born from chaos.

"Order born from chaos? Is the end of all rules and distortions actually chaos and disorder?" Truman pondered, continuing to walk inside.

The power of the Outer Gods here is almost negligible, and it is precisely because of this sudden loss of order that this entire civilization will quickly perish.

One can imagine that the "Destiny" civilization has suddenly lost the "Destiny" power that maintains its stability.

They will either be completely overtaken by the "Mother Tree of Desire" or other external gods, or perish in turmoil.

Along the way, Truman had roughly witnessed the rise and fall of the entire civilization and finally arrived at the bottom of the pyramid.

"This is the altar where the 'Child of Chaos' was worshipped." Truman's eyes lit up; some power still lingered here.

"Indeed, a great disaster struck suddenly." Amon looked at the bones around the altar that had decayed into ash. Judging from their location, they must have been killed directly by some force during their prayers.

There was no way to resist; everyone perished in the same instant.

Truman walked directly to the center of the altar, where the symbolic emblem that once represented the "Child of Chaos" had been completely reduced to ashes and utterly destroyed.

Judging from the situation here, the split between the "Uncertain Mist" and the "Children of Chaos" also caused major problems.

The remaining power here, and even this civilization, probably never attracted the attention of that "Uncertain Mist" again.

Let's move all future updates to noon...

(End of this chapter)