Chapter 406: Honest Hall 2

As soon as a thought stirred, his voice immediately echoed in the hall:

"Who blurred the Wisdom Dragon? The Imagination Dragon? Or was it Himself?"

"Who is the Wisdom Dragon? Why was it blurred?"

Fuoersi and Lunnade's voices, slightly doubtful, echoed simultaneously in the hall.

"The 'Wisdom Dragon' is the former servant god of the 'Imagination Dragon,' and is now the God of Knowledge and Wisdom."

Kelaisen's voice echoed around, answering Fuoersi and Lunnade's doubts.

"It's actually like this!"

"I can't believe it at all."

Fuoersi had just let out a sigh when her voice immediately echoed, frightening her into instantly reining in her thoughts; even though she does not believe in that God of Knowledge and Wisdom, such a thought could be considered blasphemy.

Lunnade's voice, tinged with disdain, echoed in the hall: "Hah, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom is not as the Church of Knowledge proclaims!"

"Could the Goddess really be just as the church promotes?"

Kelaisen subconsciously responded in his mind, and the hall directly read it out.

Lunnade looked at Kelaisen with suspicion, and his thoughts directly echoed around: "Goddess? Are you a member of the church? Or were you once?"

Kelaisen took a deep breath, reined in his thoughts, closed his eyes and began to meditate; the hall's surroundings once again manifested a brilliant, twinkling starry sky.

After the hall quieted slightly, Leikeddon's voice, tinged with amusement, suddenly sounded:

"Honest Hall is truly honest, even restoring your tones, haha~"

"Honest Hall? Is that this place's name? Quite fitting."

"It's just too 'honest'; sometimes, it's better for people to keep some secrets between them."

Aodailli's voice immediately echoed in the hall.

"Exactly, this place is truly tormenting, especially for Mr. World in this situation. Erm, sorry, I didn't mean to, really!"

Fuoersi's expression shifted from nodding agreement to a look of panic; she felt that from today onward she would end up on Mr. World's blacklist.

"Huh~ What is this? Is this the book 'Grosel Travels'?"

Aodailli stood curiously before a gray-white stone wall, and her voice suddenly echoed.

Everyone hurried over to her position; the murals there no longer depicted dragons, but recorded the story of a book: it passed through owner after owner, reached the North Continent, also the South Continent, finally sank to the seabed, until a woman steering a ship fished it up; the final image is somewhat blurred, impossible to make out clearly.

Among those who have handled it were giants, elves, and nobles and ascetics of the Fourth Era. "Is anyone still living in this palace? Is he continuously recording the book's history?"

Lunnade instantly became alert; his voice immediately echoed in the hall.

"This is the depths of the Sea of Collective Subconscious; this palace was once the divine kingdom of the Imagination Dragon."

"The future that He proclaimed will surely be enacted, becoming reality."

Leikeddon gazed at the mural while explaining in his mind; his gaze quickly fell on the last blurred section.

"Blurred out? Because the future corresponding to this mural has changed, it can no longer be enacted, so it simply faded away?"

"Possible." Kelaisen's voice echoed at the same time,

he walked to Leikeddon's side, likewise staring at the blurred mural, thoughts continually arising:

"If we now add another mural behind this, would it become reality and be enacted?"

"Probably not, as the power sustaining these murals should come from the Imagination Dragon's divine power; that Imagination Dragon no longer holds the status of an ancient god, thus lacking the ability to turn mural content into reality."

Leikeddon shook his head, and other thoughts surfaced in his mind:

"Not necessarily; this should be the ability of a Writer, through leaving an imprint in the depths of the Sea of Collective Subconscious, causing surrounding beings generation after generation to unconsciously fulfill the mural's content, unrelated to their own status."

"Angeerde is now merely a Seer, but He was once the Imagination Dragon; together with this former divine kingdom, He might not be unable to do this." "Writer? Is that Sequence One of the Audience pathway? Why call it a Writer?"

Aodailli's somewhat doubtful voice echoed in the hall.

"Yes, they are also called 'Fairy Tale Writers'; upon reaching this sequence of the Audience, one can already master the Sea of Collective Subconscious, and the stories they write become reality, while also possessing the trait 'whatever is spoken must be known.'"

"So powerful!"

"I don't know if I have the chance to become a Writer."

Aodailli's inner voice suddenly echoed, making her feel a bit embarrassed as she slightly lowered her head; since becoming an Audience, today is still her first time experiencing the feeling of embarrassment.

Leikeddon gave a light chuckle; before he even opened his mouth, his voice had already echoed:

"The traits of a Writer are hard to obtain, but if the True Creator is the final victor, I can trade with Him for a Seer's trait, and casually find a trait of the same level from the Path of Omniscience and Omnipotence; He should not refuse."

"The True Creator holds no advantage; indeed, it can be said to be the most disadvantaged."

Paliesi's voice suddenly echoed.

"The final victor is often the one nobody expects."

After a slight sigh, Leikeddon immediately reined in his thoughts, no longer pondering issues related to the True Creator.

Kelaisen's gaze withdrew from the mural, his arms crossed, his thoughts spreading again: "Indeed, judging from the current situation, the three gods and that."

"Pa~" Leikeddon flicked his fingers, creating a curtain of twinkling starlight around, his voice echoing simultaneously: "Do not mention Him here; do not bring up any related matters."

"He will discover this place, and likely follow the clues to find Angeerde as well; Audiences are always unable to guard against this in this regard, and He is currently the most formidable Audience."

Everyone's gaze was drawn to Leikeddon's sudden action, various voices echoing: "Him?"

"The most formidable Audience?"

"Audiences are truly terrifying!"

"Only high-sequence Audiences are frightening." Aodailli inwardly defended herself as an Audience.

Kelaisen looked doubtfully at Leikeddon, his voice echoing around: "How serious is this?"

"Having mastered the uniqueness of the Audience pathway, He can in some regard be regarded as the true god of this pathway; moreover, this place is Liweixide."

A thought flashed through Leikeddon's mind; he did not let thoughts related to Yadang surface, to avoid others unconsciously recalling them.

"A Meng isn't also..." Kelaisen subconsciously thought of Yadang, that brother who is also an Angel King.

Leikeddon took no action, yet his voice still echoed: "He can even alter the knowledge gained by extraordinary individuals of the Thief's pathway upon promotion."

"This is only because this path's authority is special." Pales suddenly spoke up and explained a sentence.

"Looks like you're having fun."

A voice unlike anyone's suddenly echoed in the hall, carrying the ability to soothe hearts; even Leighton, who was already Sequence Three, was unconsciously affected, unable to raise the slightest vigilance.

Leighton followed his intuition toward the center of the hall, and the surroundings suddenly changed; they directly returned from Levi Sid to the collective subconscious sea of the book world.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then voices began to sound one after another:

"What's going on?"

"Huh? We need to speak again."

"Has Levi Sid disappeared? Or have we been driven out?"

"Old man, old man, what happened? Leonard kept shouting for Pales in his heart."

"Don't make noise, that 'Imaginary Dragon' has come over."

(End of Chapter)