Chapter 227: Collective Transmigration

The gates of Sefirah Castle swung wide open, and countless wisps of Grey Fog exploded outward. Strands of Grey Fog attached themselves to those souls from a distant era, and then these souls were cast into the Real World.

Chumen reached out a hand, but only to hold back Amanises. "No need to stop them anymore."

Amanises relied on her own perception of Fate to lock onto a soul, but she gained nothing. The Mysteries had made full preparations, concealing the fates of these souls from the River of Fate.

"I didn't even know the Mysteries possessed such a trait. A gambler? Or is this also a form of Deception?"

The Mysteries had staked everything on one throw, triggering all backup plans simultaneously. This truly completed a deception against everyone, gods, and even Fate itself.

Anyone who moved to intercept those souls would suffer the strongest blow from Sefirah Castle; even the current Chumen could hardly withstand that.

And by the time these souls left Sefirah Castle, their reincarnation was already complete.

Was he supposed to kill them all?

Chumen did not believe he could do such a thing.

"Can He be resurrected through any one of those backup plans?" Amanises remained silent for a long time; she had noticed the Grey Fog attached to every single soul.

"Likely only those three Pathways will, but under the Law of Beyonder Characteristic Convergence, there won't be a shortage of reincarnators following those three Pathways."

Chumen's fingers flicked continuously in the void, and invisible Causality Threads forcibly "corrected" a certain tributary within the chaotic River of Fate.

In this tributary of Fate, Mr. Fool would be the first to ascend Sefirah Castle and bind with it.

At the same time, Chumen also interfered with the other souls' sensing of Sefirah Castle; the means they possessed to connect to Sefirah Castle would all fail, making them unable to ascend it.

This was all that could be done.

"This is what a Pillar is." Chumen sighed. A single move had shattered the web of Causality Chumen had woven, creating infinite variables.

Hum!

After casting out all the souls, Sefirah Castle closed directly, and even the Grey Fog surging Above the Spirit World vanished without a trace.

Sefirah Castle had completely hidden itself.

"Ruthless!" Chumen raised an eyebrow slightly.

"He is forcing us to send a soul up there." Amanises realized this point.

"Yes." Chumen's consciousness had already swept through the Spirit World belonging to Earth, yet he truly could not find Sefirah Castle.

The only explanation was that Sefirah Castle had self-sealed, falling into a state of isolation identical to the Western Continent.

Originally, Sefirah Castle was located Above the Spirit World, just inaccessible; now, even the Grey Fog was hidden.

This time, only a reincarnator would be able to ascend Sefirah Castle. Even if Bethel or Amon became gods, they could not enter, cutting off the possibility of any existence other than a reincarnator controlling Sefirah Castle.

But there was still that velvet curtain on Sefirah Castle.

Sending in a soul that had not yet experienced the Baptism of madness would be extremely dangerous.

"However... there is no need to worry that the entrant's soul will be directly eroded," Chumen suddenly said.

A Sequence 1 controlling Sefirah Castle could not defeat Chumen.

"This will be a long-term game of chess." Amanises nodded gently.

"Let's go!" Chumen took Amanises and stepped out, arriving at a residential house.

"Is it him?" Amanises looked at the young man whose wounds were healing rapidly, though his consciousness had not yet cleared.

"He is still my believer."

This was the Reality Chumen had maintained within Fate.

"He has received the heaviest gift of Fate, but perhaps he will not like it." Amanises's tone was somewhat complex, light as a dream.

"That era was our shared beginning, and also the most beautiful memory." She was rarely this sentimental.

Perhaps it was because she had seen so many "fellow countrymen" today; these people were the final remnants of that era.

She gently reached out and pulled a black curtain from the void, unfolded it, and covered the young man with it.

This was her blessing.

"Uh..." The young man's body trembled; he was about to wake up.

Chumen and Amanises stood to the side, watching this fellow countryman wake up, horrified by his surroundings.

"Let's go." Chumen and Amanises left the house.

At this moment, the River of Fate had calmed down. Within the vast Astral World, the scarlet figure confronting Chumen's true body suddenly cracked its mouth.

That scarlet, featureless face looked as if it had been sliced open by a small knife, and She began to laugh.

Chumen could sense the mood of the Fallen Mother Goddess outside the Barrier.

She had likely also sensed that the goal of the Mysteries had been achieved.

"You have no chance." An ethereal voice echoed in Chumen's ears.

"Then let's try." Chumen raised an eyebrow slightly, meeting the challenge.

The scarlet figure looked at Chumen for a while, then retreated directly back to the Moon.

"Tsk..."

Chumen shook his head slightly. If the Fallen Mother Goddess hadn't acted directly, his true body could have prevented the arrangements of the Mysteries to a certain extent.

But the joint targeting by two Pillars was indeed quite formidable.

"Doomsday is coming soon." Chumen turned to look at the other True Gods, emphasizing a fact.

The True Gods in their respective God's Kingdoms reacted differently; some were grave, some relaxed, and some invigorated.

Chumen was already abolishing the rules he had set during the Fourth Epoch. From now on, apart from ensuring the Original Barrier, the True Gods could also scheme for themselves.

The next twenty years would also be the twenty years of the most intense struggle.

Chumen's body turned into a Dream Fantasy Bubble and vanished before the eyes of all the True Gods.

At the same time, Chumen had returned to Holy Selena Church, and Amanises directly erased her own figure, disappearing without a trace.

"Have Captain Dunn Smith come over." Chumen looked at the priest who had been praying under the Night Sacred Emblem.

"Yes, Bishop."

That is correct, the current Chumen is the Archbishop of Holy Selena Church, leading all the followers of the Evernight Goddess in the entire city of Tingen.

Dunn Smith, the Captain of the Tingen Nighthawks squad.

"Bishop," Dunn Smith said, bowing his head slightly in greeting.

"I have foreseen a very talented young man who has recently become involved in an extraordinary incident; go and keep an eye on him."

Chumen looked at this young Nighthawk Captain whose hairline was a bit too high.

"... Yes." Dunn Smith's deep eyes flickered slightly; such a mission truly surprised him.

"Do you need me to recruit him into the Nighthawks?" he thought for a moment, as it seemed this was the only choice.

"Then I shall go handle this matter first." Dunn Smith took his leave and turned around, then his body froze, his expression suddenly becoming somewhat awkward.

"His name is Klein Moretti, a history graduate from Hoi University," Chumen's voice came from behind him.

Dunn Smith's expression seemed somewhat ashamed as he walked quickly out of the church.