No strange things are allowed to evolve!

She once again felt Jiang Shu's almost abnormal sensitivity.

Even among those who have emerged victorious from among all evolved beings, are there still differences...?

At the same time, Da Hong Pao asked again.

"Then, what are the two constraints you mentioned?"

"One is the explicit constraint, which is the constraint established by the Royal Court on the Temple of Lies, marked by the anti-magic stone. This constraint restricts lies, and from now on, the poet of lies can no longer lie as he pleases."

Jiang Shu replied:

"The other one is a hidden constraint that has existed before this, and it is also the reason why you are the only one among all the Lie Poets who can surpass the seventh rank. This constraint restricts lies. From then on, Lie Poets can no longer gain the power of lies by telling lies, and the Mouth of God becomes incomplete. Thus, the seventh rank becomes the limit."

These words caused an uproar in the meeting room.

"what?!"

"Is there something missing in the mouth of our God?"

By this time, many people had recognized Jiang Shu as the same divine being who had been standing by the anti-magic stone every day for some time.

Those who reacted quickly had already made the connection: Could it be that the other party was verifying this point at that time?

After all, they clearly remembered that every time the other party took them to the Town of Lies for a lesson in deception, he would ask them if they had gained the power of lies.

However, before they successfully helped Jiang Shu deceive people, they always believed that they were telling the truth, so naturally they did not gain the power of lies at all.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spine upon closer examination.

Could it be... that he's telling the truth?

As a result, everyone turned their attention to the Da Hong Pao.

Will he admit it?

But he continued, "So, if the constraints you're talking about really exist, what is their purpose?"

Jiang Shu thought for a moment: "The obvious constraint has been almost completely exposed by the Red Robe and the others, or more precisely, by this Mr. Pigeon. However, some of the hidden agendas, such as the accusations against you, are probably unfounded. I have nothing to add."

The pigeon that was mentioned narrowed its eyes slightly. Although there was still a smile on its lips, it was a forced smile, and it was impossible to tell what it was thinking.

"As for the hidden constraint, I guess it wasn't set up by you, but you also felt that it was necessary to exist."

"Why?" Da Hongpao asked curiously.

"Because you don't have the ability to set this constraint."

Jiang Shu stated firmly:

"As far as I know, you are not the first poet of lies on the continent of lies. You just suddenly rose to prominence at a certain time. If that alone can control all the mouths of the gods, then someone must have done so before you."

Once you reach the top, you try to cut off the path for those who come after you. There have been such people since ancient times. Even if you want to be such a villain, you probably won't have the chance.

This constraint was intended to limit the abilities of the poet of lies, but judging from the constraint you later established that we now know about, it seems you felt that the level of restriction was not enough.

Even though the mouth of God is incomplete, the poet of lies is still far stronger than anyone else in the world. They can still do whatever they want, so you set up another constraint, or rather, established a rule, on this basis.

"And because of your existence, and the sheer power of your fracture, this rule possesses sufficient authority and credibility, compelling all the poets of lies to abide by it. This is why Lie Town has been able to maintain peace for so long."

This is the truth about constraints, and this is why Jiang Shu and Ge Zi, despite stripping away all the constraints that were presented to all the lying poets in the form of rules, failed to achieve their mission objectives.

Because the registration assessment became more difficult due to the triggering of the magic-suppressing stone, his actual progress was always faster than it should have been.

Therefore, if this is the only constraint, then the objective should have been achieved as soon as Jiang Shu completed the registration and started the third objective of the task.

In fact, until Jiang Shu discovered that the "Mouth of God" possessed by the locals and the evolved beings was different, he shared the same thought as the Red Robes: could this be a conspiracy by the Great Red Robes to cut off the path for those who came after?

But the pigeon's words reminded him.

If Da Hong Pao's goal was to establish absolute power, then he wouldn't be someone who restrained his desires, carefully considered his words, and feared that his words might lead to disastrous consequences.

There will be no restrictions imposed on poets who lie.

If they were to completely open up the area, then keeping the entire town of Lies under control might not be too difficult for the Temple of Lies, since someone had already conducted a similar experiment to explore the secrets of the Great Red Robe's power.

Therefore, Moore's claim that the poet of lies was boycotted and then the Grand Red Robe gave in is completely untenable.

The crimson robe was simply meant to make the temple poets value ordinary people, to let them know that even he was powerless against such resistance. In this way, the lying poets would believe that harmonious coexistence with ordinary people was the only way out, and there was no other way.

The poets of lies have no weaknesses; their weaknesses are carefully designed by the Grand Red Robe and made to be firmly believed by themselves.

Therefore, this was enough for Jiang Shu to be convinced that Da Hong Pao himself had no conspiracy, and that he was actually a good person who was not understood by others, at least for now.

If that's the case, then his idea of ​​seeking a replacement is probably a heartfelt sentiment.

Jiang Shu wasn't sure of the reason, but if it was as he thought, then he could understand it.

Perhaps they were too tired or too bored?

Despite becoming the most powerful person in the world, he not only cannot do as he pleases, but also has to maintain the existing order at all times, constantly patching up the world until he eventually becomes part of the rules.

It's really boring.

If Jiang Shu were to face such a situation, he would rather remain a weak, first-rate poet of lies forever.

The most interesting time is when you've just obtained the "Mouth of God" and are enthusiastically figuring out how to use it.

If becoming stronger isn't for the purpose of continuing this fun, then in Jiang Shu's view, it's meaningless.

After hearing Jiang Shu's speculation, Da Hong Pao fell into deep thought and remained silent for a long time.

The hundreds of people in the venue were extremely anxious upon seeing this.

Is it right or wrong?

Please say something.

Just then, Da Hongpao raised his head, staring intently at Jiang Shu.

"You...are an outsider, aren't you?"

Jiang Shu remained calm: "If you are referring to the Lie Poet who came here from outside Lie Town, then I am indeed an outsider."

"No, I mean outsiders who come here from the outside world."

Da Hong Pao shook his head:

"Thinking about it carefully, if it weren't for the outsider, no one should know that the 'Poet of Lies' should have been called the 'Poet of Deception,' and all the historical records and evidence should have disappeared."

Jiang Shu was taken aback, then laughed jokingly, "Is it really okay to say this in front of so many people? Weren't you trying to hide these things just a second ago?"

"That doesn't matter anymore."

Da Hong Pao didn't take it seriously:

"They can't hear it anyway."

Jiang Shu frowned slightly, then realized something and looked at the others.

The huge venue was completely empty, with not a single person moving around.

It was as if time had been frozen.

This surprised Jiang Shu.

What did you do?

"I simply paused their time," the man in the red robe said casually. "I believe I can do it, so all I have to do is tell myself that everyone else's time will be paused except for you and me, and then it will be done."

Jiang Shu was shocked.

"That's way too idealistic of you!"

Looking at Jiang Shu's expression, Da Hongpao's eyes revealed a hint of reminiscence: "Are you surprised? Hmm... I had the same expression when I first witnessed this practice, but actually, this is the power that a poet of lies should have. Even if you're deceiving yourself, you can still influence reality."

“Then,” Jiang Shu asked seriously, “you created this environment so that the two of us can talk alone. Is there something you want to tell me?”

"It's less of a statement and more of a request."

At this moment, with no one paying attention, Da Hong Pao was clearly much more relaxed, and he began to slowly pace around the venue:

"Come out for a walk with me. Before that, I have a long story to tell."

Looking at the motionless wooden figures, Jiang Shu took a deep breath: "Let's go."

......

Led by the man in the red robe, the two first arrived at the main hall of the temple.

The temple was bustling with poets, but no one could see the crimson robe and the ginger bundle.

“When I first became a registered poet, this anti-magic stone didn’t exist yet.”

The man in the crimson robe reached out and touched the magic-suppressing stone, sighing at the passage of time:

“I didn’t understand anything at the time. I just awakened the mouth of God and excitedly came to the temple to register. It was here that I made my first friend.”

I still remember what he said when he greeted me—

You're new here too, right? Let's be friends, maybe we can team up sometime.

Well, even though there were no anti-magic stones back then, I wasn't worried about being scammed.

The poets of that time, or rather, the poets of illusion, were still quite pure.

People lie not to improve their rank, nor to gain power, nor for any better treatment; they lie simply for fun.

It doesn't matter how sophisticated the deception is; as long as it's an interesting lie, even if it's exposed, it can still earn praise from other charlatan poets.

Everything is for the purpose of bringing some wildly imaginative and awe-inspiring experiences to the world.

So back then there were no white or black robes; everyone wore whatever clothes they liked, and there were no ranks. A first-rank illusory poet could sit at the same table with a seventh-rank poet and chat freely about their thoughts.

Back then, the temple was like a warm family. Everyone had their own ingenuity, shared interesting stories, and progressed together. Everyone was an indispensable part of the community.

That period was the happiest time of my life.

The two walked out of the temple.

"I'm a very talented illusory poet. Not only do I have a lot of ideas, but my deception skills have also become more and more sophisticated with constant practice. But my friend is even more amazing than me."

I still can't understand why those who saw through my lie one second ago suddenly became like idiots the next, completely fooled by me.

In any case, we quickly gained a very high reputation in the temple, and the rank of the Mouth of God was gradually improved.

In fact, all of this happened without us even realizing it. We didn't deliberately accumulate the power of lies; everything just happened naturally.

As our abilities improved, we gradually became dissatisfied with simply deceiving ordinary people.

We began to target mercenary guilds, adventurer guilds, merchant guilds, and even the royal court.

Initially, the results were disastrous.

At this point, Da Hong Pao paused, then smiled and said:

"That was the prevailing trend back then; delusional poets would only set their sights on challenging subjects, which is why they always failed."

For the sake of fun, a little gain or loss is nothing, and even if the power of lies often falls short of our goals, we don't care at all.

For the delusional poets of that time, nothing was more encouraging than a fellow poet's "You're amazing."

So we enjoy it immensely...

Da Hongpao led Jiang Shu through every corner of Lie Town.

In every corner, he has vivid memories of swindling people with his so-called friends.

Jiang Shu listened silently to Da Hong Pao's story.

Jiang Shu didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she had a feeling.

It seems that the scene described by Da Hong Pao is more in line with my imagination of the group of poets who lie.

He believed this until he left the starting village, entered Lies Town, and even before he heard Moore recount the history of his Temple of Lies and the plight of the Lies Poet.

A poet who lies must be doing it for fun.

If it's all just for the power of lies, then it's far too boring.

Hearing the description of Da Hong Pao tea, Jiang Shu realized that his imagination was not wrong. The poet of lies was like that from the beginning, but some things happened that changed him.

After going around in circles, they eventually returned to the temple.

"When we came to our senses, we had already become seventh-level illusory poets, only one step away from the eighth level."

Even without restrictions, the eighth rank is the highest rank in the Mouth of Gods. There are very few eighth-rank beings recorded in the entire temple, and they are not in the temple but scattered throughout the continent.

And it was at this time that my friend...