Chapter 131: Original

Chumen destroyed the Witch Sect headquarters, but he also lost all traces of Cheek and could not track her.

"Which Source Quality is it? The City of Calamity?" Chumen could only scratch his head, feeling helpless.

At this stage, only a Source Quality could leave him at a loss.

It was precisely at the moment Chumen gave up the pursuit that the surging waves in a certain dark, void space gradually calmed down.

"I told you not to provoke Dream!" A cold, chilling voice rang out, enough to make one's bones feel icy.

"I am not a wraith for you to command." Cheek's true form stood up from a bone altar.

It was not the "City of Calamity," but the "River of Eternal Darkness."

Because the River of Eternal Darkness, which had been turbulent due to Dream's prying, gradually calmed down, Salinger opened his pair of dead-gray eyes and stared fixedly at Cheek.

After the Creator died, the scale of the "River of Eternal Darkness" deep in the Underworld doubled, even allowing Salinger to master a certain authority and accomplish things that even the Second Epoch Ancestor of the Phoenix could not.

Including, but not limited to, isolating Dream's prying.

"He is mine!" Cheek did not care about Salinger's gaze at all, even appearing more manic than Salinger.

"I do not wish for my collaborator to be a madman." Salinger even regretted using the Witch Uniqueness as a bargaining chip.

"You have not yet seen me at my maddest." Cheek used materials at hand to craft a Dream Statue from the corpses on the bone altar; this was the Dream Mythical Creature Form she had seen in an "Illusion Dream."

The Dream Statue crafted from bones was pale and deathly silent, extremely eerie, yet it possessed a certain mysterious and sacred quality.

"Adam looked for you," Salinger suddenly asked.

"Yes." Cheek was refining the details of the Dream Statue; she did not deny it when asked.

The Witch Sect was discovered by Adam almost as soon as it was founded. He had been observing from the sidelines until he discovered the faith in Dream, at which point he took the initiative to appear and find Cheek.

"What does he want to do?" Salinger had immense wariness toward this eldest son of the Creator.

Having experienced the great power of the Creator, he was likely one of the Angels least able to tolerate the Creator's resurrection and return.

Therefore, whether it was the "resurrection" advocated by Adam or the "return" implemented by the True Creator, both were viewed with hostility by Salinger.

There were many Angels like Salinger; in this regard, their interests were even aligned with the Outer Gods.

—After the Creator returns, they will lose all opportunities.

"It is related to Dream; you have no need to know." Cheek bluntly refused to share the information.

"..." Salinger narrowed his eyes and fell silent.

A long time later, Cheek finally polished the Dream Statue in her hands to perfection and looked at Salinger.

"When do you plan to hold your godhood ceremony?"

"When the gods cannot spare the attention to mind me; it will be soon."

The start of the Solomon Empire's founding war had already dragged all Church forces into it, and once this war reached its climax, the gods might all descend; that would be the best time to hold the godhood ceremony.

"I, too, am going to become the 'Original'!" Cheek enshrined the Dream Statue.

Unable to find Cheek under the protection of the River of Eternal Darkness, Chumen could only return to the Dream Duke Mansion.

And at the Dream Duke Mansion, the Despair Witch had already completely lost control due to Cheek's previous madness, turning into a mass of indescribable tentacles infested with wraiths.

Chumen scattered these tentacles and extracted the Demigod Characteristic from within.

"Teacher." Bethel came to find him.

"How is it?" Chumen asked about what had happened during the time he was away.

"It was an assassination arranged by the Imaginary Angel. Amon killed Zoroast, but fortunately, the 'Worm of Time' Characteristic was snatched back by the Black Emperor," Bethel briefly introduced the situation.

"Just that?" Chumen subconsciously felt there was a trap. Where was a "Worm of Time" worth Adam spending such great effort to lure him away?

"Adam..." Chumen tapped the table carved from white jade, falling into thought, but under the notarization, he could not slap his own face by taking the initiative to investigate.

"No need to worry about him; we just need to achieve our own goals."

What Chumen spoke of was naturally the Solomon Empire's founding war.

Since he and Sasriel both supported Solomon's founding of the empire, this matter was unstoppable.

The wheels of the era rolled forward. With many Angels, and even Angel Kings like Bethel and Solomon who were only one ceremony away from godhood, they were invincible on the premise that no True Gods appeared.

And as for Bethel, his reputation also thoroughly resounded throughout the world during this founding war.

He used to be Dream's student, the Creator's Angel, but now he was Mr. "Door"!

"Door" was the Sequence 0 of the Pathway Bethel belonged to; using this as a title was enough to demonstrate his strength.

He was already called the Angel most likely to become a god.

Of course, in the eyes of some, he had already reached the end; before the Doomsday arrived, he certainly would not be able to take that step.

That Bethel could reach this point without losing control was already the result of Dream's protection and his own iron-willed determination.

And while the Solomon Empire's founding war was in full swing, a small country located in a remote area of the Northern Continent also had to make its own choice.

The Hornacis Mountain Range, the Night Kingdom.

This country was very small, composed of several small city-states distributed near the Hornacis Mountain Range.

The citizens here worshipped the "Mother of Heaven," believing that death was not the end, and believing that deceased loved ones would protect them in the dark night.

And atop the Hornacis Mountain Range, there was a true "City of the Dead."

Many who had accidentally stepped into that city had seen with their own eyes their loved ones continuing their lives there!

The boundary between life and death became exceptionally blurred here, and the distance was merely between the peak and the foot of the mountain, which could be easily crossed by walking.

In the eyes of ordinary people, life and death were the greatest miracles, which also made the people of the Night Kingdom extremely devout, providing the two Angels on the mountain with enough "Anchors" to generate humanity.

"Sister, I am going down the mountain." Antigonus said to a beautiful lady standing in the darkness.

Antigonus had completely transformed into a human form, with dark eyes and tufts of coarse black hair on his cheeks, possessing both the traits of old age and youth.

"With Dream's protection, we can stay away from the fighting forever." The "Mother of Heaven" walked out from the darkness; her face was beautiful, her humanity stable. She looked at Antigonus with worry, unwilling to let him go down the mountain.

"But I am already an 'Attendant of Mysteries' now." Reaching the Sequence 1 stage, it was no longer a matter of stopping just because you wanted to.

The "Mother of Heaven" fell into silence.

"And I am also going to retrieve Father God's relic."

Antigonus looked toward the stone stele inscribed with the large characters "Hornacis," upon which Dream Phosphor was still flickering.