Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 155 Chapter 154 The Destination of All Knowledge
Ouroboros, made of shadows, fell rapidly.

The stars rolled in the sky, echoing the accelerating frequency of lightning.

Gold coins wrapped in a faint gray mist were flipped in the hands of a figure in the void, as if they did not belong to this world.

The deity, symbolizing knowledge and taboos, raises his arm.

Language emerged in new forms and gradually evolved into a state where one only needed to see, hear, and feel to encounter incomprehensible and indescribable crazy knowledge.

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era..."

The gold coins flew up, and the information in the spiritual world began to update and iterate at this moment.

The spirit world symbolizes the past, present, and future. It is a collection of countless information. Above it lies the great being above the spirit world, the ruler of the spirit world, and the master of Source Castle.

The spirit world is in a special state in the God-forsaken Land. The people here cannot get divination and prophecy through the spirit world. Only things that are more mysterious than the spirit world and the original mystery of this area can break through the layers of restrictions and exert influence here.

Its name is - Fool!
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog..."

The boundless gray fog moved strangely, as if someone was inside it, casting a gaze towards the God-forsaken Land.

The seven lights of the spiritual world flickered together. The seven lights of the spiritual world, which were angels, had existed since the birth of the spiritual world. They guarded the great existence above the spiritual world. At this moment, when the gray fog trembled, they looked together into the infinite depths of the spiritual world.

At this moment, all the high-level spiritual creatures in the spiritual world seemed to feel an indescribable existence, as if it were a substance, casting their gazes down from above.

It is terrifying, it is admirable, it is a great existence that makes countless spiritual creatures kneel down in submission.

The entire gray fog above the spiritual world began to boil.

The unusual movement of Sefirah Castle attracted the attention of those who could sense the existence of things on this level, including angels, gods, and even living beings.

In Tingen, Pales Zoroast raised his head and seemed to see an infinitely high gray fog slowly unfolding in his eyes.

"Origin Castle?"

Intis sent countless clones to Tingen, but they were all killed without a single survivor. Amon, who was determined to find out the truth, had to temporarily stop and took off the monocle in his left eye socket and wiped it carefully.

As He wiped it, a smile appeared on His face.

"Origin Castle."

Around Backlund, in a deserted church, a simple and gentle priest, dressed in a plain white robe, with a light golden beard that almost covered the lower half of his face, looked out of the church calmly with eyes as pure as a baby's, looking towards the infinitely high sky of another world that completely overlapped with the real world.

"Origin Castle."

It is composed of moon flowers and clusters of night-blooming herbs, as if in the dark heaven in the eternal night, a great being has withdrawn his gaze from the starry sky and is now looking into the depths of the spiritual world.

The power of sleep and silence seemed like instinct. The figure of the great being seemed to take a step forward, and in the eternal darkness, a faint sigh was heard.

"Source Castle."

This change was not only sensed by high-level spiritual creatures and special beings, but also by the lucky ones who had the path of Gou Sanjia. They also noticed the wonderful changes, but they lacked the necessary knowledge of mysticism and, under the influence of some force, quickly forgot this strange experience.

So, a small question.

Under the premise that the Lord of Mysteries has not yet been born, what can activate the Source Castle?
The unusual movements in the Source Castle above the Spirit World attracted the attention of many important figures in the Extraordinary World. Some of the important figures who noticed the problem began to ponder, some looked solemn, and some hurriedly used some extraordinary power to forget the phenomenon and checked themselves to see if they had suffered any indescribable influence and pollution.

Among the relatively few people who were able to detect the changes in Sefirah Castle, the pollution quietly planted seeds in their bodies, one after another, some of which were noticed, some were not.

In this era, knowledge itself has power.

And why can't the pollution from the 'future' be the crazy knowledge generated by understanding?

And why can't it be that future knowledge and future destiny overlap, thus producing even more terrible pollution?

The god in the God-forsaken Land who stirred up the gray fog and made it boil, but before Ouroboros fell on him, the body of this great being disintegrated in advance.

Countless spiritual fragments, each containing an infinite number of vortexes of knowledge, but they did not reach Ouroboros, and the power of the true Creator had not yet fully descended. His figure began to fade rapidly and was about to dissipate.

"Good luck... Oh, what bad luck."

The torrent of knowledge that makes up the body is dissipating bit by bit, as if it is about to return to the mist of history.

The gold coin that bounced up has disappeared.

The gold coin that possesses the aura of the Lord of Mysteries essentially serves as a medium for praying to a certain existence.

In the mystical sense, this can be considered something that pleases the gods and is a medium for establishing connections. As long as this medium exists, it doesn't matter whether the complete prayer is recited or not. It only depends on whether the gods pointed to in mysticism are willing to respond and whether they are happy.

Even images from the cracks of history wouldn't prevent this gold coin from serving as a channel and medium for communication. As long as the great being communicating was willing to respond and had no complaints, using images from the cracks of history wouldn't be a problem.

Ah, this is theology.

In the Euclidean space, the ancient scholar sat on the ground. His spirituality had reached its limit due to the two mysterious reappearances of the divine level and all sorts of chaotic consumption.

The historical pore image of Azik Eggers also disappeared and returned to the mist of history.

Even if the historical air raid image produced by the ancient scholar has its own will and can reduce spiritual consumption through some means, it is still only a Sequence 3 ancient scholar. It is indeed difficult for him to produce a historical pore image that can perform miracles and activate the Kingdom of God.

Fortunately, the ancient scholar was just a secret puppet, and the exhaustion of his spiritual power would not affect the state of the secret puppet master himself. Tang still maintained his previous state and noticed the problem.

As a strange mage who had a certain understanding of the spirit world and the source castle above the spirit world, he discovered the unusual inspiration.

Tang left the area full of mosaics, looked up, and through the authority of Euclidean space, he directly crossed the barrier between the real world and the spiritual world, and saw the seven pure lights that seemed to always embellish the sky above the spiritual world, and saw the boundless gray fog above the seven pure lights.

"Is there any movement in Sefirah Castle?"

As his thoughts raced, Tang subconsciously communicated with his own system.

"Is there any movement in Sefirah Castle?"

Only then did the system recover a little from the overwhelming sadness. Upon hearing the question from its host, the system's cyber brain short-circuited.

"Why is Sefirah Castle moving? Hasn't the Lord of Mysteries been born yet?"

“Yeah, why?”…It’s so annoying, that feeling is coming again.

Tang quickly entered into meditation, refusing to allow this question to continue to engage his mind and think about it in detail.

He was very familiar with this feeling, thinking about the future, things that had not yet happened. Even though he was a strange wizard who had already digested the potion, he still had the feeling of facing the starry sky, directly contacting those indescribable things, and then being contaminated.

The unusual movement in Sefirah Castle = someone came into contact with Sefirah Castle = the further awakening of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun.

At this point, I didn't think about it any further. For example, what was the reason for Tianzun's resurrection, and what caused the gray fog? It would be fine if I didn't think about it, but if I continued to think about it...

Tang withdrew his gaze from the spiritual sky, but when he was about to leave, he sensed something through the spiritual intuition of a fortune teller.

He once again looked up at the seemingly infinitely high sky of the spirit world, at the boundless gray-white mist. He seemed to hear a tapping sound near his ear, someone knocking on a long, mottled bronze table somewhere in the distance.

Accompanied by two knocks and the sound of knuckles hitting the long table, a corresponding spiritual world coordinate deep in the spiritual world suddenly appeared in Tang's mind.

"This is?"

The Euclid Space can bypass the blockade of the God-Forsaken Land, and this space should not be worse than the level of Sefirah Castle.

Is it possible to penetrate the 'high-dimensional' protection of Euclidean space so easily because the great being above the spiritual world has obtained a certain degree of permission from 'itself'?
Did the ancient scholars really just pull out something unknown?

Does my future self really not have the power to interfere with the past?
Tang looked at the coordinates of the spiritual world. Through the two special features of Euclidean space and the great existence above the spiritual world, he saw the real world corresponding to the coordinates of the spiritual world and saw that Intis was there.

The Intis Empire believes in the God of Craftsmen and the Eternal Sun.

Tang saw an area on the edge where something seemed to be buried underground.

That's a mirror.

Wait, a mirror?
"Arrodes?"

With a loud bang, the earth shook violently.

Ouroboros, the angel of fate who returned from the shadows, looked at the gods who had escaped the cycle of fate that had been blessed by many with only a part of their own collapsed power.

'You have such a bad temper.'

The figure was disintegrating at an accelerated rate, returning to the mist of history.

And when He only had one eye left, the secret eye that symbolized the core of the hermit, Ouroboros finally caught a glimpse of one of the streams of the river of destiny.

He saw the destiny of the gods.

The next moment, Ouroboros' body trembled violently.

"Knowledge……"

Yes, knowledge.

The core authority of the second path of knowledge is knowledge itself.

"Knowledge itself carries power. The knowledge possessed by a hermit is something unique to that hermit."

This is a mark on the level of knowledge and mysticism.

It belongs to Him, how dare others covet or observe it?

“Hermit——!”

Ouroboros's abnormal shadow came to life, it expanded, and Ouroboros was inevitably completely enveloped by darkness.

But in the countless darkness, there are still stars twinkling.

The knowledge from the Judgment Star, the knowledge from Shub-Niggurath, the knowledge from the Hermit—

Even the existence of the hermit itself can be classified as part of knowledge.

'The destination of all knowledge is only secret.'

They struggled, and from the black vortex of corruption, they actively tore off part of Ouroboros's spirit and power, which were protected by the power of the true creator, and flew rapidly towards the gradually dimming eyes.

During this process, they combined with the invisible curtain that had been lingering in the sky for who knows how long, forming a curtain with a deep black background and bright embellishments, and disappeared into the endless darkness of the God-forsaken Land.

The stars in the sky dimmed, as if condensing into a black hardcover book, which also disappeared under the nose of the real creator.

The embryonic form of the Kingdom of God finally collapsed at this time because of the arrival of another more terrifying, complete Kingdom of God.

The true Creator has brought even more powerful power and even brought His kingdom of God here.

The power that supports the stars to form the starry sky also gave up maintaining the mystery of the kingdom of God, allowing it to collapse and disappear.

"I hope you won't be so angry next time we meet. Sun God...ah, no, the True Creator, that's what I should call you."

What originates from historical pore images will eventually return to historical pore images.

The words He spoke once again became part of the madness, but made the state of the true Creator suddenly become strange.

Originating from the crazy and corrupt side of the ancient sun god, mixed with the negative emotions before his death, the real creator who was forcibly resurrected, the ancient sun god, was hostile to the eternal sun, the lord of storms, and the god of knowledge and wisdom. He had been crazy for too long.

The crazy knowledge turned into a torrent, and under the deliberate connivance of the hermit, this sentence was madly repeated in the kingdom of the true Creator.

'Sun God... the true Creator... Sun God... the true Creator...'

Sometimes, a madman will calm down a little when he meets another madman.

In the darkness, behind the curtain of corruption and shadow, an eye looked towards the last remnant of that eye.

"Knowledge...wilderness..."

"Secret..."

"Dimension... Ruler..."

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Tang, who had directly exchanged places with the secret puppet he had set up in advance from the God-forsaken Land and was out of the sight of the real creator, looked strange and glanced at the target of his trip who was quietly staying in the Euclidean space.

The dark wolf Kotal.

This God of Wishes was made into a puppet, equipped with a 'bionic puppet' module, and controlled by the theater core.

so easy……

Although he encountered the unusual movement of Sefirah Castle, he was not affected at all. In the Euclid space, the silence during that period was as unreal as if he had turned on noise-canceling headphones and took a nap in bed.

Okay, okay, today is another day to play badly.

It didn't take much effort, Tang, who just spent time searching, clapped his hands.

"However, I always feel that debts must be repaid one day..." For some reason, this thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly turned his attention to the gains from this trip to the God-forsaken Land.

"As expected." Tang Wei sighed, "If you want to swim upstream, you really have to ride the waves to swim faster."

As for what this wave is composed of... those who understand will understand.

(End of this chapter)