Chapter 152

The sharp intent between Jiang Xuan's brows gradually faded, and he once again became a transcendent, unworldly youth standing proudly upright.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds above his head, shining directly into the God-Abandoned Land and falling upon Jiang Xuan like a War God bathed in golden light.

A book slowly separated from Adam's body, and Adam's body, having lost its rule characteristic, slowly dissipated.

Whether angel or god, divinity and rules are the main components constituting the body, and also the only method to endure through the ages; losing these two supports means losing life.

Adam did not have many believers to construct divinity; after the rules were broken, his body could no longer be sustained — truly, not even corpse bones remained!

Once the body completely dissipated, a gigantic golden vertical eye slowly emerged in the Void, gazing deeply at Jiang Xuan once, then gradually dissipated into the air.

The magic weapons inside his body, apart from the Xuanhuang Mother Qi Pagoda which remained fused with his body, all stayed quietly at his dantian.

This was his first all-out battle after forcibly withstanding the Innate Dao Diagram, fusing all magic weapons, and condensing Dao and Principle; it let him truly experience the feeling of fist striking flesh.

Although the spiritual power within his body was rapidly consumed, he still had several Spirit Stone mountains in his space to supply his recovery; spiritual power was fundamentally not a problem.

Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Xuan turned his head to look at the gods maintaining spatial stability not far away.

The gods instantly displayed a vigilant demeanor, their eyes full of dread!

Jiang Xuan took a single step out; the barrier the gods had gathered to maintain was ignored by him, and he instantly appeared beside the Goddess of Night.

"What did you say to these colleagues of yours? How come there's still some fear in the way they look at me?"

The Goddess of Night looked at the other party coldly, presenting an "I don't know you" demeanor.

"Lady Amonis, you wouldn't want a gentleman carrying a strange coordinate positioning to charge into your Divine Kingdom, would you?" Jiang Xuan's tone carried a hint of bewitchment and threat.

A flash of silver light passed through the Goddess of Night's eyes; a trace of helplessness appeared on her cold face.

Although she had already become a True God, if she were targeted by the Fool again, problems would still likely arise; her rank could not compare to the Fool's rank — even the Ancient Sun God, fearing his consciousness would be replaced by God, chose to find someone to commit suicide; how much more so her, who only controlled Night and part of the Moon Authority.

Oh, not right; now it's three Authorities, with the addition of the complete War God Authority!

"I told them you are the Fool's Attendant!" The Goddess of Night let out a long sigh; her pale, exquisite porcelain-like face revealed a trace of helplessness.

"Oh!" Jiang Xuan nodded lightly.

This time it was the Goddess of Night's turn to be surprised: "Don't you plan to clarify? They all regard you as a future common enemy!"

Jiang Xuan swept a glance over the gods; apart from the rolling energy and momentum on their bodies, their appearances were mostly no different from ordinary people; at this moment, rule power circulated in their hands, as if attempting to join forces once more to seal him in this God-Abandoned Land.

Jiang Xuan shook his head: "Clarify what? I said I want to be the 'Fool'; just because I say it, I can become it?"

A short-statured figure walked over with sharp strides: "Amonis, is he really the Fool's Attendant? How come you're chatting so happily with the Fool's Attendant!"

The Goddess of Night glanced coldly at the God of Steam: "Mind your own business? Withdraw all of Loen's Cathedrals, or I'll personally go take a look at your Divine Kingdom!"

"Got it! You don't have to keep emphasizing it, do you?" The God of Steam said helplessly; as early as when this war began, the God of Steam had already prepared to cede territory and pay indemnities.

"Are you really the Fool's Attendant?" The God of Steam turned his head to look at Jiang Xuan, sizing him up and down, looking doubtfully at the transcendent, unworldly, tall and handsome youth before him.

It gave him a feeling of returning to his twenty-year-old self, although his pigeon at twenty seemed to be even lower than now.

"Actually, I am the Fool; I just underwent some complex derivation and revived!" Jiang Xuan narrowed his eyes and said.

"So you have nothing to do with the Fool; you made us worry for nothing!" The God of Steam suddenly realized.

"Why? So quickly you're certain I have nothing to do with the Fool?"

The God of Steam's body gradually relaxed: "You actually dare to compare yourself with the Fool; that in itself is disrespect to Mr. Fool — it's impossible for you to become a believer, let alone an Attendant!"

Jiang Xuan maintained his smile and did not argue further; he was speaking the truth — the first thing he would do after obtaining the Chaos Sea would definitely be to ripen Klein and obtain Source Castle.

The Source Quality of the world must unite after long division, and divide after long union; this is the general trend, and also the result of the Supreme Rule's influence.

The gods in the distance, hearing Jiang Xuan's words, all withdrew the rule power in their hands, gazed deeply at Jiang Xuan once, and disappeared into the God-Abandoned Land.

It is precisely because this is the God-Abandoned Land that it can bear so many True God gazes; if it were somewhere on the North and South Continents, with so many True God gazes watching simultaneously, it would likely have triggered all sorts of anomalies long ago.

The God of Steam turned his head and gazed deeply at the Goddess of Night Amonis once, carrying a trace of doubt, and also disappeared from the original spot.

Although they were also very curious, they would not actively probe each other's True God Pathways, nor did they want to associate with each other.

To put it bluntly, there are contradictions among True Gods; the North and South Continents and the scattered surrounding lands are not many, the population is not large, yet they need believers to maintain their divinity lest it turn mad, and need faith to defend their Divine Kingdoms.

If not for the threat of Outer Deities' erosion, every single one of these True Gods would be mortal enemies! For more believers and larger territories, they would also incite believers to slaughter each other.

Rashly socializing with a True God might require sharing part of one's territory — this is unacceptable to any True God!

So even if Jiang Xuan displayed powerful strength, it would only make other True Gods stay far away!

The only one remaining in place was Amonis, her gaze clear and cold as she stared at Jiang Xuan, as if wanting to see through him.

"Your power does not come from this world!"

"Didn't you know that long ago?" Jiang Xuan spread his hands; previously he had only grasped a small portion of the Writer Sequence and blocked the Goddess of Night's attack in the Void — if relying solely on the Writer's power, his corpse should already be stone cold by now.

Amonis's long eyelashes trembled slightly: "I didn't expect the power you grasp could even surpass the power of a typical True God!"

"What do you plan to do next?"

Jiang Xuan raised his head to look at the sky; his gaze pierced through the Black Curtain and locked onto the rolling Grey Mist above, but he could only see the Grey Mist and Source Castle — utterly unable to probe the location of the Source Quality main body.

"After fusing the Chaos Sea, I will attempt to find Source Castle's location!" Jiang Xuan concealed nothing; anyway, Amonis, in order to thoroughly resolve the Heavenly Venerate's trouble, would not stop him, and could not stop him.

Amonis's cherry-like small mouth pursed lightly: "If possible, try not to let him lose his life!"

"What words are those? That's my beloved kin, my brother by bond! How could I possibly do something to harm my brother?" Jiang Xuan spoke righteously while looking at the other party.

Amonis's figure instantly disappeared into the darkness; in her heart she complained: Just now your face was ferocious, looking like you wanted to eat Klein; now you're the righteous one instead.

Seeing off the Goddess of Night's departure, Jiang Xuan stood for a long time, then sat cross-legged right there in the shattered White Bone Cathedral, placing the separated book beside him.

The "Dreamer" Uniqueness!

The Eight Trigrams Furnace flames surged; the Dreamer book slowly refined within the flames.

Because he had already received the "Error" Uniqueness's rule knowledge, the process of understanding the "Dreamer" Uniqueness knowledge became faster.

The deeper the understanding, the more Jiang Xuan could feel the essence of the "Dreamer's" control over rules.

If the "Error" Sequence is a loophole check on existing world rules, then the "Dreamer" Sequence is more like utilizing existing rules and formulating new rules!

One is a Sequence left by the Heavenly Venerate, the other a Sequence left by God; the two stand on completely opposite opposing sides.

No True God can possibly accommodate both these completely opposing rule Sequences simultaneously; if forced to accommodate, the final result is either madness or explosion.

But Jiang Xuan was clearly an outlier; after being tempered, he understood the rule knowledge contained within bit by bit, then fused the Sealed Artifact into his body as a vessel, injecting the rule power he had condensed into it.

Because the vessel was different, and the condensed rule power was something entirely created by Jiang Xuan himself and belonging to him, no conflict of rules would occur.

The "Dreamer" Sequence was likewise not a Sequence primarily focused on enhancing combat power, but its combat power was equally not weak; one could refer to Adam's combat just now.

Simply put, the Dreamer's ability: whatever item is imagined must be materialized; whatever kingdom is fantasized must descend upon the Material World; whatever future is proclaimed must be enacted, becoming reality.

It could change rules to a certain extent, change the future, change matter, and even change one's status!

……

In the God-Abandoned Land of eternal darkness, the sky was suddenly torn open with a huge gash; endless sunlight briefly shrouded this land, revealing gray-black vegetation and various strange, eerie Figures of all shapes.

As the darkness slowly closed and shrouded everything once more, Jiang Xuan slowly opened his Eyes atop the ruins of the White Bone Cathedral.

He had just conducted an ability test, letting the sun shine again upon this land.

In just thirty seconds, he felt his mental power overdrawn.

You must know his divine sense was far stronger than an ordinary person's, yet he could only persist for thirty seconds.

The main reason was still that the Chaos Sea's status was much higher than the Dreamer's rule status; being able to influence it for thirty seconds was already very strong!

The "Writer" rule couldn't even pry at this darkness for a single second!

Sitting cross-legged to recover some mental power, Jiang Xuan picked up that Blasphemy Slate from the ruins.

The First Blasphemy Slate was born from the remains of God in the Chaos Sea, inscribed with the Twenty-Two Pathways for Beyonders to become gods.

The Twenty-Two Pathways almost included all the rules of this world, including the Heavenly Venerable's "Error," "Door," "Fool," and God's "Dreamer," "White Tower," "Sun," "Tyrant," "Hanged Man," etc.

There were also other Pathways, such as "Death," "Darkness," "Black Emperor," "Moon," and so on.

Every path to godhood corresponded to the complete utilization of a certain rule.

Because this was God's corpse transformed in the Chaos Sea, it had a very close connection with the Chaos Sea; Adam could borrow the power of the Chaos Sea precisely because of this Slate.

As soon as he held it in his hand, Jiang Xuan felt a suction from his Soul, as if it wanted to pull him toward some unknown place; hidden within was a tempting power that made him greedy, feeling that place must have what he needed.

Jiang Xuan did not rush to resist this guidance; instead, he followed the guidance forward.

At Jiang Xuan's speed, he soon followed the Slate's guidance to Chernobyl Station; that attraction grew deeper and deeper, and the pollution he originally avoided like the plague seemed to have suddenly found its master, circling around his body.

He could feel that if he was willing, these polluted rule powers would enter his body in a gentle way to enhance his strength.

Looking at the tightly closed Passage door, Jiang Xuan's heart became strangely calm.

Logically, the power of God's resurrection should have been inherited by the Ancient Sun God, but where did this tempting power come from?

The Heavenly Venerable's will resurrected after gradually receiving the Heavenly Venerable's Characteristics through subtle influence, finally being guided to occupy the other; so the moment Klein chose to walk this Sequence, he had no choice at all.

But Jiang Xuan had never absorbed even a bit of rule power from the "Dreamer" Uniqueness; he only learned the knowledge within to condense his own rule power, so it was impossible for him to be influenced subtly, and thus impossible for God to choose him as the resurrection target!

Could it be that God's resurrection method was not subtle influence? Directly, whoever entered the Chaos Sea might be resurrected?

After thinking for a few seconds, feeling the tempting power surrounding his heart, Jiang Xuan walked toward the Passage with a determined gaze.

His expected target was to enter the Chaos Sea; having come this far, how could he possibly retreat!

Stepping into the Passage, under the guidance of the Blasphemy Slate, the entire space was instantly shrouded in darkness; the rotten, eerie aura seemed about to condense into water vapor drifting around, and the whole space had a sluggish feeling.

Jiang Xuan could feel that although he had not moved, this darkness was rapidly moving downward, like the giant maw of an Abyss leading to the unknown, devouring all spirit and will.

Jiang Xuan suspected that even an Angel on this Passage might go mad or become eerie, being polluted.

No one knew how long had passed—perhaps a few minutes, perhaps a few years—the surroundings were still pitch black, but the entire platform had stopped.

The Blasphemy Slate trembled violently, as if cheering that it had finally returned to this place.

Yin-Yang Power circulated in Jiang Xuan's eyes, yet he still could not see through this thick blackness; his entire eyes seemed covered by a pair of hands.

Yin-Yang Power dissipated; he extended one hand forward, his tone firm and solemn: "I say! At this moment, a beam of light shines upon the darkness!"

Mental power was consumed wildly like a wild horse breaking its reins; a faint beam of light slowly condensed and drifted in his hand, as if it would extinguish at any moment.

But relying on this faint light, Jiang Xuan still saw his surroundings clearly.

Behind the thick Shadow Curtain was a sea of indescribable color, eternally calm, without boundaries!

(Chapter End)