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Mr. A, standing before the altar, had closed his eyes again. He raised his hands halfway, in a posture of open-armed embrace, and loudly chanted in ancient hermes:
"Lord Who Created Everything;
Ruler behind the curtain of shadow;
Degenerate Nature of all living beings.
Your devout follower prays for your descent;
I am willing to offer my body as a vessel to bear your great will!"
Amidst the prayer, a majestic radiance descended from an unknown place, completely enveloping Mr. A.
The surrounding unwilling grievances and long-accumulated negative emotions, which had transformed into human figures, surged inward like a tide, pouring into Mr. A's body along with the light.
Seeing that the True Creator's descent ritual had entered its final stage, Leyton handed the Master Key to Klein and said, "You leave here first. The upcoming scene is not something you can witness."
Klein nodded gravely, then turned and rushed out of the hall.
The Royal Family should be dealing with Trissy's escape, the Aurora Order is summoning the True Creator, what is the Demoness Sect doing? A strong sense of unease surged in Klein's heart, as if something big was happening.
He occasionally used Flame Jump to quicken his steps away from the area, and the Master Key had been sealed in an iron cigarette case he carried with him.
He didn't even know why he had used it just now, despite having been troubled by the Master Key so many times before.
Inside the hall, Mr. A's body contained all the light, and the aura emanating from him had become extremely terrifying.
Behind him, a phantom, flowing shadow appeared, full of Fallen, defiled, and mutated connotations. Behind this curtain-like shadow, something was about to break through.
The phantom shadow gradually solidified, covering Mr. A's body and transforming into a pitch-black, viscous "ocean" full of a Fallen aura.
The shadows in the hall rapidly animated. The unwilling grievances and long-accumulated negative emotions, under the corruption of the Fallen, defiled, and mutated Authorities, gradually gained substance.
At this moment, Mr. A had become the True Creator's descending avatar.
While he was still adapting to the body, Leyton softly chanted the honorific name of the Hidden Sage:
"Sage who perceives the world, eye that peers into truth, embodiment of endless knowledge and numerology!"
"I pray to you;"
"I pray for the power of Concealment."
A majestic aura descended, and a brilliant Cosmos was reflected in Leyton's eyes.
The continuous, shimmering points of starlight simultaneously isolated the surrounding reality and the Spirit World, forming an independent world.
It felt a bit like the Mystical Reenactment of Utopia that I had used before. Coincidence? Or is this a higher-level use of that Mystical Reenactment?
While Leyton was still pondering, Bernadette had already taken out the sage's diadem.
The vertically set diamond, shimmering with pure light, gave an exceptionally sacred and wise feeling.
Bernadette gently pressed it against her forehead. The next moment, her body dematerialized, disintegrating into complex streams of knowledge, becoming a pure information flow entity.
With the Hidden Sage's blessing, she could fully exploit the power of the sage's diadem for a short period, unleashing Sequence 2 strength.
The information flow that Bernadette dematerialized into did not re-coalesce into her body. Instead, it projected countless stars in mid-air, densely packed and dazzling.
These stars cast down brilliant rays, converging into majestic pillars of light that enveloped the entire hall.
The materialized grievances and negative emotions were rapidly dissolved by the starlight, collapsing and dissipating.
The animated shadows in the hall instantly disintegrated into a deep Darkness, which in turn began to infiltrate the brilliant rays scattering from mid-air.
For a moment, the deep Darkness and the shimmering points of brilliance in the hall reflected each other, with cold, temperatureless light and a dense, tangible pitch-blackness intermingling and eroding each other.
Leyton's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a brilliant river of stars appeared in his pupils.
The next moment, his body dematerialized for an instant, transforming into a statue composed of countless starlights, with only the bone staff in his hand remaining unchanged.
The surrounding deep Darkness and brilliant starlight seemed to ignore him, as if he were something that did not exist.
Leyton effortlessly stepped forward, stopping only after approaching the center of the hall. His statue-like body, cast from brilliant starlight, leaned back slightly, with arms half-open, as if embracing the Sun.
The next moment, directly above him, a giant, pure orb of light wrapped in countless holy flames appeared out of thin air, and its majestic, pure, and blazing radiance enveloped the entire hall.
The blazing light, like a Sun, instantly overshadowed the brilliance of the stars and melted away the spreading pitch-blackness.
The power of the Sun Pathway caused immense damage to the pitch-blackness, which was full of defilement, Fallen, and complex negative emotions, constantly dissolving them.
But the all-encompassing deep Darkness seemed unaffected; it even appeared capable of devouring light.
At the very center of this deep Darkness, where Mr. A had previously stood, a giant cocoon wrapped in pitch-black liquid, after being evaporated by the blazing light, revealed the enormous humanoid figure within.
He had three heads: besides the handsome face on his neck, which bore some resemblance to Mr. A, a shadowed head, one young and one old, grew from each shoulder.
The central head had its eyes and lips tightly closed, its expression serene as if awaiting the arrival of death.
The heads on his left and right shoulders, however, were each contorted in a ferocious, frenzied manner, eager to unleash their power and madness.
An incredibly beautiful female phantom quietly appeared, her eyes tightly closed, seemingly lost in an eternal, unbreakable slumber.
This figure gradually overlapped with the True Creator's avatar, and an uncontrollable drowsiness appeared on him, as if he was about to fall into an eternal slumber.
This was the angel-level Mystical Reenactment "Sleeping Beauty"; even the True Creator's avatar was temporarily unable to resist this drowsiness.
Then, layers of starlight rippled outwards, washing off pieces of pitch-black debris from the True Creator's body.
The entire hall began to silently disintegrate under the washing of starlight, turning into countless fragments, and even the surrounding colors rapidly dissipated as if evaporating.
The bone staff held by Leyton automatically extended a blade of spiritual flesh, about an arm's length, from its end. At the tip of the bone staff, faint brass-colored glimmers moved, seemingly searching for the most suitable point of entry.
That was a Prophet Characteristic being exploited in the form of herding.
As a split-off avatar of the True Creator, Sasrir was highly skilled in utilizing the Characteristics of adjacent Pathways.
The next moment, the bone staff in Leyton's hand flew out and plunged into the base of the enormous humanoid figure's neck, at the junction of the three massive heads.
The previously drowsy giant humanoid figure suddenly awakened. The heads on his left and right shoulders struggled violently, and the surrounding deep Darkness instantly surged.
He tried to twist reality with words to create a Spirit Word-like effect, but he couldn't make a sound.
Before being affected by the surging deep Darkness, Leyton's figure dematerialized, disintegrating into streams of information, which surged into the dazzling Sun above.
The next moment, pure and clear light burst forth from the dazzling Sun, illuminating every corner of the surroundings, turning it into an area without a trace of Darkness, a realm of no-Darkness at this moment.
Streams of information re-coalesced into Bernadette's figure in mid-air. In her hand, she held a pale mask with a metallic sheen.
The mask had only empty spaces for the eyes; there were no other gaps anywhere else.
Bernadette immediately put it on her face. Her body began to die little by little, and an aura of decay and deterioration emanated from her, from inside out.
She slightly raised her right hand, manifesting an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol in front of the True Creator. Within this range, all things and concepts would inevitably move towards their end, and even death itself would vanish.
The True Creator's avatar's aura also decayed little by little, as if rushing towards the end of death.
The two heads on his shoulders also rapidly became decayed and mottled. His massive body, seemingly constructed of shadows, continuously shed fragments and cracked open with fissures, from which tiny, pale downy hairs grew.
Subsequently, viscous, pitch-black liquid surged out, layer after layer, resisting the erosion of decay and deterioration.
Leyton, transformed into an information entity, continuously moved within the dazzling Sun he created. He began to adjust this Sun towards its mystical and realistic meanings, and light and heat suddenly intensified at this moment.
The True Creator's avatar slightly raised his head and lifted his arms, seemingly awaiting the arrival of death.
Sensing the fatal danger, the two heads on his shoulders desperately tried to struggle, but under the seal created by pale death, they remained unable to fully form.
This was their tacit cooperation, which they had rehearsed countless times before!
The pure, brilliant white, scorching, dazzling Sun directly collided with the True Creator's avatar.
The space between them seemed to be distorted, and this Sun instantly appeared before him.
The blazing white light engulfed everything, whether it was the brilliant rays or the deep Darkness, and even the faint brass-colored glimmers that emerged.
Under a mysterious guidance, all the weak points on the True Creator's body were revealed, and all powers launched an attack in the most reasonable, quickest, and most effortless way.
He was continuously destroyed, vanishing little by little.
The area concealed by the Hidden Sage was completely enveloped by dazzling, scorching white light.
Suddenly, a torrent of information surged out, rushing out of the concealed area.
In mid-air, Bernadette's body was reconstructed from complex and pure knowledge. Her face was very pale, and she still held a pale mask with a metallic sheen.
She gazed at the seemingly normal area ahead, a purple light flashing in her eyes. In her vision, the originally normal area was enveloped by dazzling white light, and everything in that area was rapidly disintegrating.
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