Chapter 885

After taking those two items, Bei Er Na Dai had completely recalled what she and the former "Angel of Imagination," the current "True Creator" Adam, were cooperating on.

Now, this was the final step of the transaction. The gray, dusty stone slab she held in her hand was the second "Blasphemy Slate" formed from the corpse of the "Ancient Sun God," the predecessor of the "True Creator," recording the name of every sequence of the twenty-two divine pathways, potion formulas, and related rituals!

Bei Er Na Dai originally didn't want to push the transaction to this step, hoping to solve the pollution problem on her father Roselle before this and end the Vortex Ritual, but in the end, she had to face this situation.

Many of her efforts had failed, and many of her backup plans either didn't have time to play a role or lost their effect because she was restricted by her father in the mausoleum and couldn't leave. She could only hope that the declared ending would inevitably arrive.

Bei Er Na Dai raised her hands and pushed the "Wish-Granting Lamp" and the second "Blasphemy Slate" into mid-air.

Upon seeing these two items, Emperor Roselle had completely understood all the arrangements and the ultimate goal of the "True Creator" Adam.

He reached out and distorted the distance between the "Wish-Granting Lamp" and Himself, letting it fall directly into His palm.

And that "Blasphemy Slate" first disappeared, then appeared in the hand of Amon, who was wearing a black pointed soft hat.

Holding the "Wish-Granting Lamp," Roselle smiled at Amon with a calm demeanor:

"I am now the true 'Black Emperor,' and I am deeply polluted by the 'Indefinite Mist.' It is indeed possible to do something with this 'Wish-Granting Lamp' and the genie inside it as a medium."

"It's not possible; it's inevitable." Amon pushed the monocle He was wearing on His right eye and corrected with a smile.

Roselle didn't say anything more, holding the "Wish-Granting Lamp," half-closed His eyes, and extended His consciousness to this golden item.

This carried a portion of the white mist that had already begun to erode His consciousness.

Vaguely, Roselle seemed to see another barrier standing between heaven and earth.

That barrier was wrapped in thin gray-white mist, and its specific appearance could not be seen.

Soon, Roselle sensed a gap in the gray-white mist, on that invisible barrier, but could not lock onto it.

Just at this moment, Amon pressed His right hand toward the crystal monocle clamped in His eye socket.

That monocle suddenly lit up with radiance that illuminated the entire world.

Roselle's consciousness, which was initially combined with the pollution of the "Indefinite Mist," drifted into the corresponding gap instantly.

A mist then appeared before His "eyes."

Deep within the swirling smoke, thirty-three layers of sky seemed to be hidden, and many buildings were looming in each layer of the sky.

Roselle's consciousness climbed rapidly, arriving at the palace located at the highest layer of the sky, arriving at a majestic and grand palace.

He "saw" an incomparably huge figure of an emperor, "saw" the emperor's face covered with strings of jade, and under the strings of jade, there seemed to be nothing, just a void.

Roselle inexplicably felt that this huge figure of an emperor was very similar to Himself, born from the same source, and also contained Himself. A close connection was quickly established between the two.

This connection quickly eroded Roselle's consciousness, but it was blocked by the pollution of the "Indefinite Mist." They were both blending and confronting each other.

Roselle instantly sobered up a little.

With a flash of inspiration, relying on that close connection, He lowered His posture and said in His true mother tongue:

"Imperial Brother, please help me!"

That emperor figure, whose face was covered with strings of jade and who wore a high crown, suddenly stood up.

Behind Him, several similar emperor figures emerged. These figures had different appearances, but they were also covered with strings of jade, their faces missing, a void.

At the same time, all thirty-three layers of sky in the mist lit up, one gorgeous building after another appeared, and one holy figure after another stood out.

Roselle's vision was then filled with cyan light.

His consciousness returned to the "Black Emperor" divine body, seeing rays of cyan light bursting out from His body, dispelling and dissolving the white mist that had deeply eroded Him. But as time passed, the cyan light and the white mist began to show signs of merging in some places.

During this process, the "Indefinite Mist" did not take back its white mist. On one hand, it was blocked by the barrier, and the "True Creator" and Amon were also exerting influence. On the other hand, the "Indefinite Mist" followed its own chaos and madness, following its instinctive desires and cravings, wanting to truly complete the fusion with the cyan light.

Roselle felt more and more like the other side of the "Indefinite Mist," and the connection established between the two sides through the white mist quickly became tight to an abnormally solid degree.

By this step, even if the "Indefinite Mist" wanted to recover those white mists, it couldn't complete it instantly, needing to spend a certain amount of time, unless Roselle agreed.

The white mist of the "Vortex Ritual" flew up involuntarily, flying toward Roselle's body. This made Perle, who could only survive by relying on this mist, terrified. And the "Shadow of the Beauty Goddess" and the miniature red moon in the mist stopped moving forward and stood frozen there.

Roselle cast His gaze toward Amon, who was holding the "Blasphemy Slate," and said with quite a bit of emotion:

"As expected of the 'Visionary'..."

This is also something He dared to think of, something He dared to arrange!

Amon's previous answer made Roselle determine that His most arrogant guess from the beginning was correct:

The true purpose of the "True Creator" using the Vortex Ritual was to deal with the "Indefinite Mist," this great existence peeping at the current world!

Normally, even if that "True Creator" and the six True Gods in the Astral World abandoned their grudges and cooperated fully, they couldn't do such a thing, at most forcing the "Indefinite Mist" to retreat. But now, that person used the Vortex Ritual, used the "Indefinite Mist's" craving for the "Black Emperor" True God, let the "Indefinite Mist" establish a solid and tight connection with Himself, let Himself become more and more similar to the "Indefinite Mist," and thus had a certain opportunity.

Of course, the so-called opportunity certainly wasn't to transmit power through this connection and directly attack the "Indefinite Mist"—that wouldn't have a very good effect. But there are some underlying laws in the mystical world that can be utilized, and there are many ways to defeat powerful existences by harming the weak. That is the basis of many curses.

With a flash of thought, Roselle rubbed the golden surface of the "Wish-Granting Lamp" covered with mysterious and complex symbols with His fingers and roared:

"Genie!"

The wick at the pot's mouth ignited, and the light emitted was like viscous water, spraying upward, forming a blurred and distorted pale golden figure.

As soon as that pale golden figure appeared, He turned His head and wanted to drill back into the "Wish-Granting Lamp," but the white mist and cyan light eroding Roselle's "Black Emperor" divine body were like bears smelling the scent of honey, or vampires placed next to a pool of fresh and healthy blood. They suddenly split off a large portion, violently surging around this pale golden figure, binding Him layer by layer, as if drowning Him.

The genie struggled and twisted desperately, wanting to get rid of this predicament and shrink back into the "Wish-Granting Lamp," but He couldn't do it no matter what. His pale golden figure gradually had signs of merging with the white mist and cyan light.

The genie's mouth kept opening and closing, as if He were cursing Amon and Roselle crazily, but restricted by the white mist and cyan light, He couldn't even make a sound.

Roselle raised the "Wish-Granting Lamp" and this genie to the position of His chest, distorting the relationship between the main body and the external items, letting Himself briefly become the genie's subordinate.

A moment later, the genie, who was originally one with the "Indefinite Mist" and completely from the same source, seemed to become the other side of the "Indefinite Mist" again, but was also suffering from a seal, unable to exert His power, appearing quite weak!

Roselle looked toward Amon again.

Now, in front of the authority of loopholes of you, the True God of the "Error" pathway, under the solid and tight connection, from a mystical perspective, the weak genie can be completely equal to the "Indefinite Mist." Severely wounding the genie is equivalent to severely wounding the "Indefinite Mist," and letting the genie fall into a deep sleep is equivalent to letting the "Indefinite Mist" fall into a deep sleep!

The rest is up to you!

Amon laughed and raised the "Blasphemy Slate" in His hand.

In the "Forsaken Land of the Gods," at the top of the majestic and continuous mountain range, in front of the huge cross with much blood.

The "True Creator" Adam, who had gotten rid of the influence of the Outer God's whispers, was already waiting here.

He wore a simple white robe, had a thick golden beard, and His eyes were as clear as a child's. Under His feet was a rich shadow that didn't look quite like Him, with five heads. It looked like His, yet not like His.

Adam opened His mouth and said majestically and solemnly:

"I am one, and I am ten thousand. I am the beginning, and I am the end."

As soon as He finished speaking, the "True Creator" Adam's clear eyes instantly became illusory, and a strange sea that seemed to contain all colors and all possibilities emerged around His body.

Immediately after, Adam grasped the silver cross pendant hanging in front of His chest.

A fierce yet illusory sun jumped out from His head. On His left side, lightning, gales, sea waves, and so on intertwined into a phantom looking down on all things. On His right side, a white high tower with many brass eyes rose from the ground.

These illusory authorities and symbols that seemed to be imagined, together with Adam's own shadow, merged into Adam's body one by one under the push of the chaos sea.

With a roar, that strange sea containing all colors and all possibilities rose, drowning the entire mountain range, while Adam expanded into a huge light shadow that seemed to be able to support heaven and earth.

This "True Creator" briefly returned to the state of His peak, the human savior who fought the ancient gods appeared in the world again!

He walked slowly on the chaotic, dark "water surface" and pointed His finger toward the sea that was both real and illusory.

Accompanied by this finger, chaotic seawater containing all colors and all possibilities surged out from the surface of the second "Blasphemy Slate" in Amon's hand.

Amon didn't hold it directly anymore, letting this mottled and vicissitudinous stone slab float in front of His body.

He then looked at the pale golden genie who was twisting crazily and seemed to be cursing Him, revealing a smile that made the other party even more furious.

Then, He let that "Blasphemy Slate" rise up.

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(End of chapter)