Pastor's Tantra

The sound of bells, wooden fish, and chanting.

The sounds of singing, praising and praying.

The prayers, confusion, and entrustment of people from all over the world to "God"...all poured into Aiwas' heart.

Even though they didn't speak the same language, Aiwass could understand what they were doing.

That is the miserable cry one makes when one's life encounters unbearable pain and when one's road has come to an end.

If everything before your eyes is false, if everything you already have is meaningless, if what you gain will eventually be lost, if everything you hold on to will eventually leave... then does the entire world at this moment still have any meaning?

If a person closes his eyes, he will bid farewell to the whole world forever; if even his relatives and friends die, he will be forgotten by the world, and everything he has created will turn into nothingness. The wheel of the world may even reverse... Then for an individual, what is the difference between his complete disappearance and the destruction of a collective, a country, a race, or even the entire world?

At that moment, countless fragments of memory flashed back in front of Aiwas:

The baby's cry was so loud that it drowned out all the chanting, followed by the sound of shells whistling through the air and explosions that drowned out everything.

War and destruction. Plague and death.

Birth. Coming of age. Wedding. Funeral.

Those are all specious "reality" and "history".

In an instant, Aiwas understood their essence - this was a drama that had been repeated over and over again in the past few reincarnations.

Each reincarnation is slightly different, but people always do similar things.

And when the history of the world reaches a certain time and place, it is suddenly covered by a dim color, and everything solidifies and becomes still.

The white-haired winged-eared girl frozen in amber opened her eyes slightly and stood up. When she woke up, she was no longer frozen in amber - because the amber had spread to the entire world, and she was the only colored individual in this dim yellow world.

She finally revealed what she was holding in her arms, something she was protecting as carefully as a fetus...it was a golden apple.

She lifted the apple and spun it slightly.

Then the whole world began to rewind. A 1/360th angle could go back several decades, turning everything into nothingness and meaninglessness.

Winter, autumn, summer and spring keep changing, but the world is always covered by amber dusk.

Finally, when the more severe second sun was high in the sky, the golden apple made a crisp "click" sound.

It was like a knob turned to the limit... or like a subtle cracking sound coming from within the golden apple itself.

Standing in front of Amber was the silhouette of a young boy.

As Amber slowly closed her eyes while holding the golden apple and fell asleep again... the whole world was gradually dyed with color.

When she fell into a deep sleep, the world finally regained its color and time began to flow again.

That was a boy who looked similar to Aiwass.

He has long, smooth black hair, amber pupils, a pure white halo on his head, and sharp corners pointing in four directions, red, blue, yellow, and green. The clothes he wears are more like a piece of cloth - just a gray-white shawl.

There is a pair of white wings behind him, and under his white belly with muscles as tight as a statue is a pure white snake body.

It looks extremely sacred.

There was no smile on his face, but sadness instead.

His fingertips touched the golden apple in Amber's arms - but that was not a touch, but the last moment before he pulled his hand away. As time resumed, the fingertips and the golden apple also lost contact. A thin golden electric light like a snake connected his fingertips and the golden apple, and was completely cut off as he resolutely let go.

Then, Amber's body curled up instinctively, protecting the golden apple between her legs and lower abdomen. She wrapped her arms around her legs and curled up like a fetus. The golden apple, which symbolized the authority of the God of Reincarnation, was like a fetus within a fetus.

That was exactly the fragment of the Heavenly Master of Reincarnation.

As Amber closed her eyes, everything around her froze, and her dim yellow world solidified like an insect in amber. The apple that the girl was holding, like a specimen, was also carefully preserved at the end of time.

When one wakes up, the other falls asleep. When one falls asleep, the other wakes up.

The snake and the amber couldn't even confirm each other's existence again...

——At this time, the outside world.

"… Aiwass?"

After the woman finished speaking, Isabel subconsciously turned around and looked at Aiwass, calling softly.

As if he was trapped in some kind of hallucination that he couldn't get out of...his pupils were alternately pulsating with purple and red light. Even though Aiwass didn't have any expression, Isabel could sense a subtle sadness and shock from him.

Isabel's eyes suddenly turned fierce as she looked at the woman.

She didn't know what the woman meant, nor did she want to understand - but she could clearly realize one thing, that is, this bastard wanted to harm Aiwas!

So Isabel stood in front of Edwards without fear, blocking the woman's gaze for him.

A puppet mask appeared in her right hand and she covered her face with it.

At the same time, Isabel said seriously: "I don't care what you are saying or what you show to Aiwass——"

The moment the mask was put on her face, Isabel suddenly grew a lot taller and turned into Edwards in the strange illusion.

Her other hand was behind her back, and between two fingers she grasped the card that Aiwass had originally held between his right index and middle fingers but had not had time to release.

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And Sherlock also realized that something was wrong.

But he was not like Isabel, who would stand in front of Aiwas. Instead, he quietly grasped the staff in his hand and launched a sneak attack in the most efficient and successful way!

Before falling, Sherlock had already activated the Foolish Chant. The blue transparent ribbon was wrapped around his shoulders, and he could cast spells by overdraft without chanting, guiding, or runes!

——The fourth level spell, chain lightning!

Although Sherlock has reached the fifth energy level, he has not yet mastered a few fifth energy level spells. This is the spell with the highest energy level, the fastest launch speed, the fastest trajectory, and the most powerful spell that can instantly disable people among all the spells Sherlock can use.

Sherlock did not hold back.

Although he didn't know whether that person was Xue Tiansi, he could only be sure that the other party was obviously hostile to them.

He could clearly sense that the woman only had the first level of wisdom...

The first energy level... basically, they are civilians, not real transcendents. This means that they haven't even completed the first promotion ceremony, and can only use props, materials and chants to barely cast weak spells. Generally speaking, the power of the first energy level spell is not as strong as a shot.

For an enemy of this level, a single lightning chain should be able to burn him to ashes.

With Sherlock's personality, he was able to use a killing spell of this magnitude the moment he realized that Aiwass was attacked - this was an impulse that he would not have dared to imagine half a year ago.

But Sherlock soon realized... it wasn't a question of whether he should hold back or not, but that he simply couldn't cause any harm to the man in front of him -

The azure blue mixed with the blazing white electric light crackled and jumped, turning into thick chains visible to the naked eye... Rather than calling it a "lightning chain", it would be more accurate to call it a light cannon.

Although the speed of lightning is much lower than the speed of light, it is still a speed that cannot be avoided.

Even a transcendent being of the fifth or sixth energy level, or even a celestial being, cannot avoid lightning by relying on reaction and speed.

Just like it is impossible for an untrained mortal to see a bullet and dodge it.

The best you can do is judge the landing point of skills through chanting and staff, and dodge in advance... just like people can't dodge bullets, but can predict the trajectory through the direction of the muzzle.

That's why Sherlock didn't say a word, reduced his presence, and then launched a sneak attack.

But even so, his spell was still countered!

It was an ability similar to the spell counter of the Path of Authority, and also like the disenchantment technique of the Path of Balance...

I saw the lightning tearing through the atmosphere, but before it got close to the opponent, it was suddenly bounced away by some invisible force, and instantly dimmed and dissipated into nothing.

It's not a blockage, but it's ineffective.

Chain Lightning is a continuous casting spell, but now the entire spell has been suddenly terminated!

"Mage...?"

The woman in the green dress turned around thoughtfully.

She looked at Sherlock sarcastically, "How dare you use my power against me?"