Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 500 The Mysterious Celestial Master in Two Forms (4K)

It's Monday again in the blink of an eye.

Ron had been working day and night these past few days, but no matter how much he studied and provoked Him, that extremely subtle gaze never appeared again.

The "Hidden Sage" hovers in mid-air, its main body, a torrent of information composed of illusory eyes, connected to some unknown place.

Accompanied by shimmering rays of light, He rapidly exhaled a vast amount of information, forming an ocean of knowledge.

Under Ron's oppression, the "Hidden Sage" had no power to resist. His emotionless pupils seemed to be tormented and were about to roll upwards again.

The "God of Time and Space" lowered his will and poured all his energy into it. He crossed endless knowledge to come to the unknown, but felt a kind of rejection from the essence.

"Knowledge Wilderness" is like an unmarried young woman or a young wife, desperately trying to stop Ron Sothos's brutal attack.

However, this was of no use.

Now you want to cry for help? What were you doing before?

A phantom mist appeared, attempting to obscure Ron Sothos's vision.

However, with a mere wave of his hand, the blond boy created a whirlwind in this surreal world, instantly shattering the mist.

Moving forward again felt like a dream. Ron, relying on his extraordinary status, forcefully suppressed the almost tangible repulsion and took a heavy step forward.

A dreamlike sound, like the sky shattering, hummed in his ears, and the world before him suddenly changed, becoming completely different from the blurry scene before him.

Gray, messy, desolate.

This was Ron's first impression of this world.

But at first glance, this deity, possessing boundless wisdom and knowledge, was unable to look away.

That feeling is indescribable. If I had to describe it, it would be the objectivity of knowledge, the rationality of existence, and the logic of knowledge, where rationality implies existence.

In Ron's eyes, the desolate wilderness before him was not without value, but contained a reasonable structure within it.

Knowledge is the framework of truth in the world.

Wilderness is not a desolate field overgrown with weeds, but rather the most essential, natural, and rational essence of the world, untouched by any fabrication.

That is natural evolution.

In Russell's words...

The Tao follows the way of nature.

This wasn't Ron's first time entering this strange world; in the past few days, he had even traveled around the entire area.

Although countless mysteries remain here, Ron's will cannot linger for long.

On the one hand, the "wilderness of knowledge" did not seem to welcome this uninvited guest, and on the other hand, the connection between this source essence and the "hidden sage" was not very stable.

It has a certain allure to those who are eager to hook up with rich men, a kind of ambiguous, elusive charm.

After observing again without success, the blond boy curled his lip in disdain and snorted loudly:

"Stop hiding, come out, I can see you!"

Ron spoke Chinese, but his accent carried a hint of "Shenxuzi," the man who had traveled with him on the Western Continent.

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How did you find me?

Suddenly, a confused voice came from the unknown, which cheered up the blond boy who had given up on quitting.

Then, Ron looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Because he was just shouting nonsense, who knew that some people would actually believe him.

"Heh, isn't that easy? I saw you the first time I came here."

To save face, the little fish shrugged without batting an eye.

However, the voice hidden in the shadows sneered, ruthlessly exposing the blond boy's lie.

"This is the first time I've ever met you."

"The ancients were right, none of those blond-haired people are good!"

"You have yellow hair and yellow eyes, you can't tell right from wrong, you're quick-witted and full of lies, you're not a good person."

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Fuck you!

Ron was stunned when he heard this. This was the first time someone had pointed at him and cursed him since he returned to reality.

Most importantly, what that person said wasn't entirely wrong.

What's wrong with the blonde hair? What's wrong with the blonde eyes?

Does being good-looking mean I'm eating your rice?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt he was losing out; the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Ron immediately raised his head and arrogantly snorted:

"Hmph, idiot."

After feeling relieved, he slowly said:

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before criticizing others?"

"..."

The nameless voice remained silent for a long while, as if it were suppressing something, before solemnly speaking:

"I am..."

"Celestial Master".

Celestial Master?

Ron scanned his surroundings but couldn't find the guy who called himself "Celestial Master". However, considering that his movements were restricted here and that the other party's form might not be real, he didn't put in too much effort.

"Celestial Master? So you're the master of this place?"

"If that's the case, I think you're lying all the time. You were the one who spyed on me first!"

He was referring to the cryptic gaze that lured him in when he was studying the "Hidden Sage".

"No, no, I'm not the only Celestial Master..."

The mysterious voice chuckled and shirked all responsibility with just one sentence.

The soft laughter echoed through the mysterious wilderness, lingering for a long time.

In an instant, countless different laughs echoed from all directions, some male, some female, some old, some young, some sharp, some rough...

Invisibly, countless figures seemed to appear simultaneously, all staring intently at Ron.

If it were an ordinary person, feeling these strange, troublesome gazes that seemed to appear out of nowhere would surely terrify them, but Lord Ron is no ordinary person.

His golden eyes swept around, glaring fiercely at each person one by one, while he scratched his head in a mock-serious manner and asked politely:

"What are you looking at? Have you seen through my hidden identity?"

The blond boy's words caused a momentary pause in the surrounding gazes, followed by a somewhat bewildered question from the mysterious voice echoing through the wilderness:

"What mysterious identity?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm your long-lost father, and I never expected you'd find out!"

Ron replied with a grumble.

In verbal exchanges, he was never willing to suffer any loss.

Therefore, even the "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" and the "Primordial Creator," who had been united for many years, could not accomplish the task of using the venue to intimidate the stubborn Lord Ron.

"You've chosen the wrong person if you're trying to scare me. But... why are there so many mental imprints within this source matter? They all seem to be mixed together?"

"Me and Medici are both three-in-one, while they're probably hundreds of times more."

"In this situation... does it mean that the source matter of the Western Continent has become a public transport system?!"

Thoughts raced through Ron's mind. As soon as he thought of this, his head suddenly swelled, and his body swayed as if he were about to fall.

His face was deathly pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably as he considered the possibility that his precious treasure was not responding to him.

Damn it, I've been cheated on!

And there were hundreds of people!

This is really bad news.

Based on what Ron saw and heard during his last trip to the Western Continent, the fates of those extraordinary individuals who reached high positions through bestowal were essentially limited to two possibilities.

One option is to devour the source matter and take control, but even a fool would know that's impossible.

The second is naturally being swallowed by the source matter and becoming a part of it. In this process, does this "part" of the source matter assimilate the giver, or does the giver assimilate a part of the source matter?

If the wilderness of knowledge has become like this, then what about its source essence...?

Just as Ron was becoming increasingly uneasy, the surrounding voice spoke again:

"Where do you come from, and where are you going?"

"Since you have come here, it proves that we are destined to meet."

This time, however, his voice was not as calm as before. It was as if a volcano was about to erupt within his words, but it was being suppressed.

Hmph, I can tell you're trying to get on my good side, but I still prefer your previous rebellious self.

Ron thought to himself, a cold smile playing on his lips. At the same time, he pulled out a phantom eye without eyelashes from somewhere and rubbed it in his hand.

"No, you're wrong. I'm blond, I can't tell the difference between men and women, and I have a sharp tongue. How could I possibly be worthy of your company?"

"Since you don't welcome me, and instead laugh at me, mock me, ridicule me, and insult me, I think I should just take this and leave."

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Who insulted whom? How can you be so unreasonable?

Upon hearing this, the gazes directed at Ron instantly turned indignant. If those gazes still had eyes, their pupils would have shrunk to their smallest size, and their whites would be bloodshot.

If looks could kill, these gazes would have torn Ron to pieces long ago.

However, Ron was completely unconcerned about all of this. He turned and left without giving any room to the Taoist priests, whether they existed or not, and acted like a stubborn fool who wouldn't listen to reason.

Lord Ron's greatest skills are using underhanded tactics, reversing the natural order, and resorting to shamelessness. Regardless of whether he is right or wrong, he absolutely cannot lose in terms of momentum.

After first noticing that gaze, he realized he would definitely gain the upper hand, because he held the biggest bargaining chip at the negotiating table.

That is the "Hidden Sage" and the backup hidden energy source, the "God of Steam and Machinery".

Regardless of whether you know the Taoist priest on the other side or whether you trust each other, as long as there are benefits and conditions for the transaction, everything is negotiable.

Even the "Goddess of the Night," who was initially very petty, eventually developed feelings for Ron over time.

To contain the source matter, uniqueness and characteristics are both essential; otherwise, the only possibility is being swallowed by the source matter. From the perspective of "Endless Wisdom," the characteristics of the world within the Deathly Seal are exactly the opposite of those of the outside world.

The seven gods outside could not access the corresponding source matter, let alone the corresponding method of containing it, while the people there had already studied the source matter to the extreme, but could not go any further because of the lack of characteristics.

Therefore, Ron was not in a hurry at all, because he knew that someone would be unable to resist and would come knocking on his door.

As for whether anyone would be satisfied with their current level and feel that having "uniqueness" is unimportant, he believes it is absolutely impossible.

At this level, the influence of aggregation has long since become instinctive.

The sound of rustling footsteps approached, and although it wasn't loud, one could still tell from the confident tone of the person making the footsteps.

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"Fellow Daoist, please wait."

"What fellow Daoist? I am Yellow Hair."

"Don't be so pedantic, that's called an extraordinary person exhibiting extraordinary signs!"

"Ha, I can't tell the difference between men and women."

"Isn't it normal to be good-looking?"

"Hmph, I lied and had a sharp tongue."

"Hey! That's called having a brilliant mind."

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Halfway there, Ron suddenly stopped, realizing that this Taoist priest seemed rather interesting.

So you got to say both the nice and the bad things?

"You want this?"

This time, Ron didn't waste any words and waved the illusory projection of "Hidden Sage" in his hand.

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Is it really that direct?

His words silenced the surrounding voices for a long time.

To be frank, influencing the "Hidden Sage" in secret was originally an experimental attempt, but now everything has slipped out of their control.

"I'm so sorry..."

"If we say we want it, wouldn't that make it seem like we're begging for a favor?"

"He did it on purpose, what a cunning brat!"

"It would have been better not to scare him in the first place!"

"Where exactly did things go wrong? This guy came from outside?"

"However, this is not necessarily a bad thing."

"If we get the Heavenly Eye, maybe we can escape this place."

Suddenly, whispers began to rise from the silent wilderness, growing louder and more indistinct.

Finally, when Ron was getting impatient, the "Master" replied:

Indeed.

Speak like a human being!

"Cough, I want it."

Of course you want it!

Upon hearing this, Ron's expression immediately relaxed, revealing a smug and self-satisfied look.

"Beg me!"

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"You scoundrel, don't you dare be so insolent!"

At this moment, the "Celestial Master" could no longer tolerate Ron, and all sorts of voices mingled together like thunder.

Seeing this, Ron reluctantly put away his mischievousness and took a deep breath.

Compared to negotiating terms in a cooperative relationship, he is more accustomed to this employment relationship, which is why the good show just now happened. If he compromises all the time and the two sides become equal, he may suffer a great loss.

I provide the money, you provide the labor; I'm the client, you're the contractor—it's a win-win situation.

"Alright, since you want it, then do me a favor, and I'll give you whatever you crave with both hands afterward..."

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2:50 p.m.

Ron, sitting cross-legged on the deserted island, slowly opened his eyes behind his black sunglasses and put the "Hidden Sage," which had been completely ruined, into his pocket.

The transaction went smoothly, though it was pleasant, it wasn't as successful as I'd hoped.

The response they gave was that they needed to consider it.

After all, it's not like no one has seen the Old Celestial Venerable stirring up trouble in the Western Continent recently.

The person they went to provoke looked no different from before, but his/her inner self had been completely replaced.

However, since it belongs to the deity worshipped on the overseas Penglai Immortal Island, this must be carefully considered.

"Hmph, if we don't act sooner, we'll suffer a great loss sooner or later!"

Ron muttered something under his breath, not too worried about the "Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Profound Yellow"'s ability to attract hatred.

After all, it takes a certain skill to make all the outer gods in the universe hate Him.

Before we knew it, it was three o'clock. Crimson crimson surged into view like a tide, signaling the start of another tarot reading session.

(End of this chapter)