Chapter 150: Have You Been Eaten?

The dreamlike starlight in Chumen's eyes was stained a pale blue, and his very body transformed into layers upon layers of doors carrying intense symbolic meaning.

At this moment, the entire expanse of Grey Fog was trembling violently, shaking as a whole like the surface of a calm lake into which a giant boulder had been thrown.

Ripples spread rapidly from the spot where Chumen stood, overlapping with one another.

This gave Chumen a certain, preliminary control over this expanse of Grey Fog.

"Close the door!" Chumen did not clash head-on with that illusory stream of information, choosing instead to weaken It!

Chumen pushed out with both hands, as if pressing against some illusory "door" that did not exist in the Real World, sealing off the entire space.

Coupled with the gradually surging Grey Fog, this entire "wall" that seemed to have sliced through the world fell into massive turmoil.

A "door" manifested within the Grey Fog, beginning to seal shut following Chumen's closing motion.

Hum!

That illusory stream of light surged over, but hindered by the Grey Fog, it could only permeate a limited amount of power; furthermore, Chumen had already obtained a certain degree of control through the "Door" Authority.

Chumen freed one hand and tapped lightly; that illusory stream of information turned directly into a Dream Fantasy Bubble and dissipated without a trace.

Yet such a direct confrontation was also dangerous for Chumen, as it would only aggravate his tendency to fall into slumber!

He ignored the madness, but at the same time, he needed to bear another kind of constraint; this was also the underlying logic of this world of Mysteries, where even the original Creator would uncontrollably split and aggregate.

"Sun!" With a blink of his eyes, Chumen fell into a state combining the virtual and the real, just like the symbol of the "Authority of Reality" that interweaves the virtual and the real.

The "Authority of Reality" seemed to split him apart; the false him continued to use the "Door" Authority to maintain influence over the Grey Fog, while the real him had already transformed into the Sun.

His eyes and hair changed to a pale gold in an instant, radiating the most intense Purification Light!

Under the most extreme "Purification" Authority, everything other than Him was heresy, all belonging to things that should be purified into ashes.

Brushed by this "Purification," the illusory stream of information shuddered violently, and a great deal of ash was brushed off its outer edges.

This caused the stream of information to suffer a certain amount of damage and make the most rational judgment regarding the current situation.

The illusory stream of light shattered directly, leaving no room for hesitation, and fled!

The power It could project through the Grey Fog was quite limited, and now that a portion had been cut off by "closing the door," it was even less able to resist the "Sun"; fleeing was the best choice.

Afterward, relying on the "Hermit" Unique and the "Scroll of Civilization," one could also stabilize their state on this continent, and even fully control the two Pathways they belonged to, thereby eroding this continent.

However, Chumen had also been waiting for this moment.

He had not forgotten the "Hermit" Unique and the "Artisan."

"Causality"!

Previously, Chumen and the illusory stream of light had already engaged in a fierce, tangible conflict, building sufficient connection in terms of "Causality"; at this very moment, following the guidance of a certain "thread," Chumen jumped directly to the final destination.

"Dream Crown!" The "Artisan's" voice entered Chumen's ears, and Chumen turned his head just in time to see Him persisting amidst a stream of illusory light.

The "Scroll of Civilization" unfurled like a shield, wrapping the "Artisan" within, which was the only reason He had not been swallowed by the "Knowledge Wilderness" along with the scroll.

"Let there be light!" Chumen seemed to transform into the Sun, directly blocking those illusory streams of light, and then he scooped up the "Scroll of Civilization" and gave it a light wave.

All the deeds related to "Dream" recorded on the "Scroll of Civilization" flickered at this moment.

From the Dream Angel of the Second Epoch to the King of Angels who acted on behalf of the Creator's Authority in the Third Epoch, and that "Supreme Dream" who slew the Creator.

He had traversed the entire history of human civilization, and his deeds were legendary enough; every time he appeared at the most important nodes of the era, he was qualified to be recorded by the "Scroll of Civilization."

In fact, within this piece of human history, he and his Dream Sect had already become an extremely important part of it, playing a vital role in the guidance of civilization.

And with this light wave, all traces of "Dream" became "Real," as if stepping out from the years of the past to descend upon this place.

Among them, the Dream Angel protected the "Artisan" struggling in the illusory stream of light, while the Supreme Dream came to Chumen's side, holding the Spear of Destiny, waiting for the right moment to act.

This was similar to the "Fool" Pathway's summoning of Historical Projections, only more powerful under Chumen's operation, having broken free from the restrictions of the Unique.

The "Artisan" was dazzled and struck with awe; the "Scroll of Civilization" had been in His hands for a long time, and it was even the Unique of the same Pathway, but His Utilization of the "Scroll of Civilization" was very limited.

Chumen's true body went a step further, transforming into the "Sun" and crashing fiercely into those illusory streams of light.

There was no sound of a great explosion, only some slight changes in the most minute details.

Facing those illusory streams of light, Chumen found himself in a daze, arriving at a boundless wilderness.

Yellow sand covered the traces of civilization, burying glory and prosperity; perhaps a magnificent city could still be dug out from beneath that yellow sand.

But Chumen's gaze was attracted by a palace amidst the yellow sand.

The palace existed between the virtual and the real, but the moment Chumen focused on it, everything became clear.

The palace seemed to be crafted from bronze and adorned with gold, its great doors carved with various Hidden symbols, representing all the knowledge in this world.

"Hermit" and "Perfecter," Chumen even judged the true meaning expressed by this door.

A door split into two halves; one side represented knowledge itself, which leaned more toward the mystical side, while the other was the influence of mystical knowledge on the Real World.

Two seemingly opposing definitions constituted the two aspects of knowledge, propping up the "Knowledge Wilderness."

Or rather, the "Knowledge Demon," the "Mad Mystery."

Just as Chumen wanted to see the scene inside the palace through that door.

A certain mad, tyrannical, and surging torrent of knowledge welled up within, intending to drown this consciousness of Chumen.

"Dream!"

Chumen heard this malicious form of address once again; the "Genie" had once been the same.

"Calling me?" Chumen raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Do not hinder me; I will eventually be an enemy of 'God,' and we are true allies."

"Oh..." Chumen responded indifferently, then realized something and asked with interest, "Were you eaten by 'God' in the First Epoch?"

As far as Chumen knew, both "God" and the "Lord of the Mysteries" had fused with multiple Source Qualities in the late First Epoch, leading to an inability to suppress their own tendency to aggregate.

The "Knowledge Wilderness" and the "Omniscient and Omnipotent" Authority are a perfect match!

"..." The voice emanating from the bronze palace stopped abruptly.