Chapter 167: Perfect Place

In that experimental table provided by Adam, there were experiments to verify adjacent pathways.

"Death" and "Witch", "Red Priest", "Red Priest" and "Night", "Twilight".

Only a few Demigods were needed; such "experimental materials" were nothing to Salinger.

Salinger already believed fifty percent of the knowledge Adam had revealed; at the very least, the knowledge itself was completely correct.

As for whether there was anything else beyond that knowledge...

Salinger did not know; He could not deduce Adam's deeply hidden malice from this knowledge.

"Then let us begin."

In that Grey Fog that hid all traces, Chumen withdrew the Dream Book.

He used the "Door" Authority to completely close off this Grey Fog, though Cheek outside was still attacking like mad.

"Cheek..." Chumen even had the thought of taking action to kill Cheek directly.

It was just that he could almost be certain now that Cheek's "Original" was real.

Perhaps because of some of Cheek's obsessions, She had now completely merged with a certain aspect of the "Original".

Without a doubt, this "certain aspect" was targeted at his Dream.

"Eh? Bethel?" Chumen suddenly remembered something.

He looked sharply outside the Grey Fog and happened to see a trail of starlight streaking across the Astral World.

It was just that this trail of starlight was slightly dim and unstable, and Her state in the Astral World was not very good.

"Primordial Witch" Cheek could not break through the Grey Fog sealed by the "Door" Authority, so She set Her sights on Bethel, who also mastered the "Door" Authority.

Hum!

The entire Astral World seemed to be trembling slightly, and countless tentacles appeared in the Astral World, as if to cover the entire Astral World.

Countless terrifying Doomsday disasters turned into real attacks and crashed down toward Bethel.

Bethel flipped the Record Book to the last few pages: "Lightning Storm", "Sun", "Imagination". Although they were not Authorities, they were still True God-level attacks, all of which Chumen had spent quite a bit of effort recording for Him to save His life.

It was just that these attacks were stretched thin when truly facing a True God and were completely insufficient, which forced Him to dodge everywhere. Under the True God's Authority, He could not dodge completely and was eventually grazed by a tentacle.

Clang!

Space shattered and collapsed, and Bethel stepped out from another location.

But those tentacles followed closely behind.

Swish!

Bethel's figure flickered constantly; in this instant, He appeared in every corner of the world almost simultaneously.

It was just that the True God's Authority power was even more terrifying than He had imagined, destroying all His figures almost instantly.

In just a few seconds, all figures except the main body turned into stone and then transformed into starlight.

Bethel's expression was grave; this was the first time He had fought a True God, and He had suffered a great loss.

The Authority of a True God and the Authority of a non-True God were truly things of two different levels.

Of course, the title "Mr. Door" was not called for nothing.

A door of the Starry Sky suddenly flashed in Bethel's eyes. On the other side of the door were the traces Bethel had once left in the Starry Sky; it was His "Anchor".

When necessary, He could even jump across an infinitely long distance and descend directly into that Starry Sky. With Outer Gods present, a True God would absolutely not dare to chase Him out.

He indeed could not beat a True God, but a True God truly could not keep Him behind.

"Come back here." Chumen opened a small door in the Grey Fog. Bethel, who was extremely sensitive to Space, changed His coordinates at the last moment of His Starry Sky jump and jumped directly into the Grey Fog.

"Ah!" The Witch's shriek rang in Bethel's ears, making His body stiffen.

Of course, before the Witch's tentacles could bind Bethel, Chumen reached out and pulled Bethel in.

Then, Chumen casually threw a "Sun".

Boom!

This was absolutely the strongest physical attack; a sun bloomed on the "Primordial Witch".

It was just that for a True God, although this attack was powerful, it was not unblockable.

The Witch's body instantly turned into a Mirror Image and was dissolved by the sun, but in the next moment, She appeared again, having suffered no damage at all.

This was the deification of the Witch's "Substitute" ability, even more inconceivable.

"Dream!" Cheek shrieked, and a certain power on Her body was activated unconsciously, clinging to Chumen's arm.

Chumen's spiritual perception rioted instantly; he even had the feeling of facing "God"!

This feeling was not the kind of power of a Pillar, but a certain characteristic possessed by the Pillar itself.

For example, "God" and "Lord of the Mysteries" could both be considered a personality of the "Original Creator" and could, to a certain extent, be equated to the "Original Creator".

And the current "Primordial Witch" gave Chumen this feeling.

"Original..." Chumen closed the door, cutting off that aura, and frowned in thought. Bethel had already appeared by his side.

It was just that Bethel's expression was somewhat dazed, His body was stiff, and His skin was severely petrified.

"Teacher, do you think I should become a god?"

After clearing the Corruption and power left by the "Primordial Witch" on His body, Bethel thought for a long time before asking.

He had probably truly witnessed the great power of a True God and, seeing Alistair, Trensost, Cheek, and others become gods one after another, His heart had become restless.

"Become a god?" Chumen looked at Bethel. His expression was slightly dazed; He seemed to have realized that He should advance further in Sequence.

"No need." Chumen directly dispelled this thought of Bethel's.

"If you become a god, I will have to guard against you coming to eat me."

There were still nearly two thousand years until the Doomsday; it was too long. Whoever among the Gou Three Families became a god would have their account taken over by the "Lord of the Mysteries".

"Rest assured, there will be an opportunity."

……

Outside the battlefield of the gods, the world did not stop turning.

At this time, the Craftsman was advancing his own apotheosis ritual at the fastest possible speed.

Under the revelation of Fantasy Land, the Craftsman had full confidence in his own apotheosis ritual.

And the apotheosis ritual of the Perfecter could be summarized in one sentence, which was "to create a Perfect Land."

The definition of "Perfect Land" was very vague, and under the constraints of certain Rules, it was even impossible to exist.

Such an apotheosis ritual once left the Craftsman with few ideas.

But after having spoken of Fantasy Land, the "perfection" of the Craftsman already possessed a concrete definition.

Human desire has no limits; for people, there is no most perfect, only more perfect.

And in Fantasy Land, truly devout believers can enter the "Dream Kingdom" where the Supreme Dream resides, and obtain the most perfect dream within the Kingdom of God.

The essence of this "perfection" is actually the dreamscape woven by the believers themselves.

"I only need to bestow upon the believers the ability to obtain 'perfection,' and let my God's Kingdom be the 'Perfect Land' for them!"