Chapter 466: Passed Away, the First Holy Spirit

He and another player happened to be two people.

On the altar before him, the offerings on the sacrificial platform were precisely the skulls of living beings—two of them, no less.

Combined with his earlier suspicion that he might be a chess piece, he could not afford to let his thoughts run wild; he simply said nothing, watching calmly and analyzing the current situation.

Regardless of whose skulls they were.

The one certainty was that the two skulls knew him, and it was even possible they were here waiting for his arrival.

Hum!

The auras emanating from the two skulls surged, as if about to revive from within the bones.

The aura was overwhelmingly powerful.

Kamikawa Mitsu could swear—setting aside the fictional characters he himself had created—that these were the most powerful beings he had ever encountered, bar none.

The strength of the two surpassed the two Supreme beings he had previously witnessed clashing in the great battle that had erupted across this heaven and earth.

Far stronger than those two Supreme beings.

That aura alone could easily crush an entire heaven.

Too terrifying!

With merely an aura, a vast heaven could not withstand it; one could not imagine what kind of mighty power this was.

Supreme?

Even if not Supreme, they must have traveled very, very far along the path toward the Supreme.

Kamikawa Mitsu leaned toward the former.

The two skulls were Supreme—the evidence lay in those two Supreme beings. Kamikawa Mitsu had personally witnessed the two Supreme beings collide; they were not Supreme beings who had just broken through, and their great battle could affect the past and the present, rippling through the ages.

Those were two Supreme beings who had already touched the Supreme.

Yet the aura of these two skulls was far stronger than that of two Supreme beings who had touched the Supreme—essentially confirming they were Supreme!

Supreme!

There truly were Supreme beings in the heavens, and now he had directly encountered two of them.

Even an Immortal, facing the aura emanating from the skulls head-on, could not withstand it; body, mind, and soul would all tremble.

Yet Kamikawa Mitsu truly did not feel such palpitations.

Let alone palpitations—he felt nothing at all, and instead felt a certain... familiarity.

Clearly, when those two Supreme beings had appeared earlier and erupted into great battle, Kamikawa Mitsu's heart had pounded; yet now, facing the two Supreme skulls, he felt no palpitations whatsoever.

It seemed he truly knew these two skulls.

The auras they emanated held no malice toward him, were not aimed at him.

"You truly have, as promised, reached Immortal and come."

At that moment the white skull spoke, the faint flames within its eye sockets swaying gently, revealing nothing of its true emotion.

The voice was ancient and weathered, and frail as well, as if at the very moment before death, sustained by a single breath to finish speaking.

Suddenly.

A tremendous ripple surged on the altar; the black skull moved with incomprehensible speed, charging forward like a black thunderbolt, diving toward Kamikawa Mitsu.

Clang!

Kamikawa Mitsu reacted swiftly, unleashing an Immortal divine ability with all his might; the sound was deafening, like hammering metal, piercingly harsh.

"What a pity, you are still far too weak right now, you still need to grow." The black skull uttered a faint voice; it was sent tumbling by the shockwave, then methodically floated back onto the sacrificial platform.

Clearly, Kamikawa Mitsu's divine ability—powerful enough to destroy an entire world—could not inflict even the slightest harm on the black skull.

His brow furrowed slightly, then smoothed out.

He understood the black skull had no real intention of attacking him, let alone killing him—it was merely testing him, bearing no malice.

A Supreme was, after all, a Supreme; even if only a skull remained, it was still not something an Immortal could handle. If the black skull had truly meant to harm him, that moment alone would have been enough to kill him several hundred times over.

Kamikawa Mitsu was merely curious, finding it somewhat intriguing.

The two skulls seemed to know more than just him; they were also very familiar with him, their tone carrying not the slightest formality, like old friends not seen for many years.

In the midst of conversation.

The two skulls on the sacrificial platform floated up; though their auras were restrained, there was still a sense of oppressive pressure.

The black skull bled once more; the blood dripped down yet hung suspended in midair, ceaselessly revolving, radiating a mysterious and eerie light.

The white skull, meanwhile, was even more wondrous; the flames within its eye sockets flickered, and its entire body emitted a holy light, as if this frightening-looking white skull were the most sacred thing in the world—an image and a display utterly at odds with each other.

Yet it did not feel jarring, possessing a strangely perfect union of contradictions, wonderfully uncanny.

"You've said so much—aren't you going to tell me who you are? And that you know me?"

Kamikawa Mitsu said calmly.

The mysterious and eerie skulls did not throw him off his composure; on the contrary, the more dangerous it became, the calmer he grew, displaying a tranquility beyond ordinary men.

Anyone else, even another Immortal, would have panicked—after all, what they faced was no mere nobody, but Supreme beings, and two mysterious Supreme beings reduced to nothing but skulls at that.

Just imagine.

In this grim, deathly land of the netherworld where countless gods and demons had perished, a place that was the legendary Yellow Springs and Underworld, encountering two living Supreme skulls was little different from an ordinary person stumbling into a horror film.

The only difference was that this was far more chilling than any horror film.

"It seems you have not recalled who you are." The white skull spoke again, fleshless, simply opening its jaw to talk: "But you are still as calm as ever, just as before—nothing has ever been able to make you lose your composure."

Immediately after.

The black skull took over the conversation:

"Of course we know you, and you know us too—it's just that you don't remember us right now. My name is Passed Away."

"Holy Spirit." The white skull also introduced itself, speaking coolly and indifferently.

Kamikawa Mitsu's pupils contracted.

Gone, and Holy Spirit—those two names, how familiar they were.

No!

So familiar they could not be more familiar.

The next moment, he looked at the two skulls and said hesitantly, "You are the Creator of the Gone lineage, the one who helped Nüwa achieve the supreme Gone? You are… the First Holy Spirit?"

No one understood the name "Gone" better than Kamikawa Mitsu; it was the very beginning of everything since he had orchestrated the Transcendent Event—to be precise, Gone was the father of the publisher of all Transcendent beginnings.

He was also the previous Player of Chess, except that he had lost.

In his match against another Player of Chess, he had lost to his opponent, and in the end That One replaced him, becoming the new Player of Chess to play against that other Player of Chess.

He was a loser, but also an invincible one; no one could look down on him just because he had lost the chess game—on the strength of having once been a Player of Chess alone, he was enough to make the world revere and tremble.

And the white skull named "Holy Spirit," combined with its holy light, made Kamikawa Mitsu think of the First Holy Spirit.

Holy Spirits are beings born of heaven and nurtured by earth, exceedingly special existences.

Such beings are collectively called Holy Spirits.

Yet no Holy Spirit would dare call itself by the name Holy Spirit, because the name Holy Spirit represents not just a name, but the very species of such beings.

The only existence Kamikawa Mitsu could think of who would dare call himself Holy Spirit was the First Holy Spirit.

That one was an oddity—even among Holy Spirits he was an oddity, and among the characters he had fabricated in his script, he counted as the most special oddity of all.

The First Holy Spirit: the only one who never emerged, invincible in his age, achieving the supreme the moment he was born.

"Oh? You still remember us?"

The black skull was somewhat astonished, not having expected Kamikawa Mitsu to speak out their identities—wasn't he supposed not to recognize them?

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