Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 86 Taking another step forward will surely bring about earth-shattering changes.

"The guilty should be punished!"

The majestic voice, like the law of justice, pronounced its judgment once more, and the rules within the space were immediately altered.

In that instant, Ron suddenly felt his neck being bound tightly with an invisible noose, his mouth being gagged by something invisible, and his hands and feet being bound together with invisible chains. He felt like a prisoner about to be taken to the execution ground.

A sharp, invisible "punishment" struck, carrying the air of a judge, sending a chill down the back of the blond boy's neck.

But before these "punishments" could actually fall on Ron, the invisible rules that were about to shatter him instantly froze, solidifying in mid-air.

At this moment, they are like the various departments of the Kingdom of Rune, which have just changed political parties. It is unclear at which stage there was a delay, which caused the final decrees to not proceed as expected.

The timing changed, and these "punishments" were postponed.

They rigidly adhere to the rules without any flexibility, just like those ministers and members of parliament who resemble curly-haired baboons.

Although the rules can "judge" and "punish" Ron, the timing of that "punishment" is ultimately determined by the master of time.

Perhaps it will happen in the next second, or perhaps it will never happen!

"Melbourne's" brass eyes paused, his gaze fixed on the blond boy's delicate face.

This loophole-exploiting behavior greatly displeased the current puppet of the "Ghost Empire," not to mention that Ron, who was exploiting the loophole, was wearing the sinister monocle.

"distortion!"

The descendant of Trensus coldly uttered two ancient Hermes words, then raised his right palm.

His palms were shrouded in white mist seeping from the depths of the massive ship. The mist drifted slowly with the movement of his arms, ever-changing and without a fixed form.

Suddenly, "Melbourne's" right wrist, which was shrouded in mist, twisted sharply to the right, as if it had grasped something in the void.

Meanwhile, the "punishment" that Ron had postponed skipped a series of rules and went straight to the final "trial" procedure.

Various meticulously planned "punishments" began to operate, seemingly to beat the blond boy's fair skin until it was covered in blood and flesh, to cut his body into pieces, to pierce his soul with sharp edges, and to beat him until he was lying on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

However, as Rosselli the Great aptly put it, plans are subject to change.

Just as those terrible "trials" were approaching, Ron pushed up his monocle again.

Suddenly, a ripple spread through the vast black and white space, and the "punishment" that was about to fall on the blond boy vanished abruptly, as if it had never existed.

The formation of "rules" depends on the "world," and the "world" is held in the hands of the One who unifies all things.

This is the symbol and position of Ron's pillar, in which he seems particularly restrained by the rule-makers.

The entire vast black and white space began to shake violently. The sky and the earth, time and space changed in an instant, causing the white mist that had lingered here for a long time to begin to vibrate uncontrollably.

The white mist was rising and churning, as if the very foundation it was on was repelling it. As these changes occurred, the rules generated by the uncertain mist began to collapse and disintegrate little by little.

White mist swirled in the pitch-black space, and all concepts and matter here abandoned their original positions, constantly drifting within the space, changing with the changes in the "world".

This magnificent scene is beyond words; the whole world is in utter chaos, with black and white intertwined as if at the beginning of creation.

The blond boy walked on the water, his golden eyes majestic and holy as he surveyed the chaotic scene around him.

"Let there be light!"

The wise words had barely left his lips when the matter was settled.

The shattered "world" emitted a series of buzzing sounds, and the endless space suddenly lit up, emitting a radiant light that illuminated everything from the dome and the bottomless void.

This radiance, whether bright or dim, carries boundless knowledge and supreme wisdom, illuminating this black and white world.

"Have some shame, Sothos! Can't you have anything of your own?!"

Sensing everything coming from the outside world, the primordial will once again voiced its bloody and tearful accusations.

Don't you, BYD, have any of your own lines? What's the point of always plagiarizing mine?!

"Narcissist, just tell me, is there any light?"

At the crucial moment, it was Ron's "good brother" Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun who came to his aid. He seemed to particularly enjoy seeing Ron forcibly take over the original things.

This unknown and dark fetish always brought him a strange pleasure from the depths of his will.

"I can't be the only one."

A strange thought flashed through the Celestial Venerable's mind, giving Him a little comfort.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

Hearing the commotion in his mind, Ron gave a haughty hum. He was absolutely speaking from the heart, not plagiarizing!

However, at this critical juncture, the blond-haired boy, who was busy gathering source essence, had no time to pay attention to the feelings of the person whose work was being plagiarized.

The mist that covered the entire giant ship began to churn violently, constantly resisting the erosion from the radiance.

Although the white mist resisted fiercely, it was like a powerless little wife in the face of the radiance that represented Ron's status and symbolism, allowing the all-illuminating radiance to knead and mold it, and to discipline it severely.

The white mist gradually receded and condensed into a ball.

Seeing that the situation was under control, the blond boy mimicked the posture of a person exhausted from work, wiping away non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"How about it? I know you didn't believe I was the ancient sun god before, but now you should believe me!"

Ron let out a breath and turned his head to look at Amon, who had turned into a ball of Time Worms.

At this moment, the Time Angel was not in a good condition, which was the effect of being in close contact with the Source Matter.

Although His methods and the nature of His being would not necessarily lead to His death, immense harm was unavoidable.

"Hey, answer my question! Stop playing dead!"

Hearing the blond boy's commotion, Amon quickly suppressed the complex emotions in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's aura was completely different from that of His father, then after He sensed the pillar's status, He might have really thought that His father had been resurrected and returned at some point.

For apart from those external gods, the only one within the barrier who has such a pillar-like person is the Creator of all things!

Outer God!

Amon sensed something was wrong and felt a rare sense of astonishment.

At that moment, He realized that what He was pursuing now was not pleasure, but great danger.

Of course, this was quite thrilling and exciting, perfectly matching what Amun had always been pursuing.

However, although He experienced thrills and excitement this time, the real fun in the whole event didn't seem to belong to Him.

Oh no, we've really messed up!

The mischievous Time Angel realized for the first time just how terrible his personality was.

(End of this chapter)