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Behind the headless Knight, layers of unreal Spirit Bodies emerged, like a well-trained army, charging upstream against the river, intent on destroying everything.
The aura of slaughter, coldness, death, and Degeneration instantly surged; the Blood Moon brought forth the growth of spiritual energy, and the strengthening of death at this moment became an aid for the headless Knight to clear the pollution created by the Primordial Moon Believers.
In the ink-black river, the power belonging to Degeneration and filth quickly took dominance, and the pale yellow pus, the milky-white tentacles growing within it, and the giant-like Golems were rapidly being corroded.
An anomaly also occurred at this time; as the melee continued, more and more ordinary people, Beyonders, and mutated Monsters that had been created died, and their life force, guided by an unknown power, nourished this land.
Under the Blood Moon's influence on the domains of life and spirituality, all creatures displayed vigorous vitality and underwent anomalies at the same time.
Even ordinary plants grew gaping, crimson mouths, and the mutated Monsters and long-dead corpses all split open with crimson mouths and vaguely similar facial outlines.
They all gazed up at the crimson Blood Moon in the sky, staring as if in pilgrimage, uttering obscure syllables:
"The one and only Blood Moon, symbol of life and beauty, Mother of all spirituality."
"The one and only Blood Moon, symbol of life and beauty, Mother of all spirituality."
Fragmented, overlapping prayers echoed all around, again and again, gradually becoming coherent and clear.
The Blood Moon, hanging high in the sky, seemed to be strongly attracted, its deep red light growing richer, as if rippling outwards in circles of deep red.
The river water, which was almost completely covered in darkness, also began to change; the crimson Blood Moon was clearly reflected on the surface, and deep red light quickly bloomed in the eyes of the Monsters formed by Degeneration and mutation. They underwent deeper levels of mutation, transforming towards flesh and blood life.
Vigorous vitality instantly covered the entire land; on the ground, and even in wall cracks, emerald green sprouts continuously grew, and animals and insects also awoke from their slumber, beginning a frenzy of reproduction.
No wonder I haven't been able to find his true form; he doesn't have a True form anymore... He's a complete lunatic!
Leyton watched everything happening around him with a less-than-pleasant expression. He hadn't expected that the Primordial Moon's Blessed, for this moment, had long ago abandoned his own body, making himself part of this grand ritual, even its main component.
This is no longer a problem I can solve on my own. He took a deep breath and began to softly chant the Hidden Sage's honorific name:
"Sage who perceives the world, eye that peers into truth, embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"
As his words fell, a light, invisible to most Beyonders, surged from an unknown place, like an unseen river, obscuring the sky and blocking the deep red Moonlight that had broken through the shadow curtain.
At the same time the Hidden Sage appeared, streaks of hazy faint light, not brilliant, not clear, without any color, as if composed of a vast amount of illusory things, descended from the Astral World, like a waterfall falling from an infinitely high place, forcefully impacting the barrier created by the Hidden Sage.
After breaking through the Hidden Sage's barrier, the waterfall-like hazy faint light split into several streams, some falling towards the direction of the Axis Cathedral, some towards the severely polluted river, and some towards the mutated Monsters.
"Guard your Astral World; your interference is not needed here."
A low, indifferent, cold voice resounded in the deep night, as if echoing in everyone's ears.
The surrounding shadows instantly came alive, transforming into a dark ocean that swallowed all the hazy faint light descending from the Astral World, without raising a single ripple.
"Roar~"
In the depths of the sky, an extremely sinister roar, piercing directly into the Spirit Body, suddenly sounded. The Hidden Sage's light, which had obscured the sky, gradually became stiff and heavy, as if bound by an invisible force.
Through the opening created by the hazy faint light that had just descended from the Astral World, Leyton could see a rather blurry space where desire had almost solidified.
There, a figure, hung upside down on a tree, was struggling in pain, and that almost wailing roar had come from him.
Then, a black, viscous arm, seemingly flowing with sinister liquid, reached out from the Spirit World Depths, spanning a long distance.
With the appearance of this arm, an extremely evil and extremely mad sensation rapidly permeated the air. The surrounding creatures, who were frantically reproducing and performing strange prayers, all paused for a moment, then became even more frenzied.
A crimson light flashed, and a figure, hazy like moonlight, instantly appeared before this extremely sinister and mad arm.
Dense black mist surged from around him, transforming into countless vampiric bats, existing between True and illusory. These bats flew in the air with extreme regularity, forming deep red shackles that tightly bound the exaggerated arm before them.
The moment these vampiric bats came into contact with this arm, full of sinisterness and madness, they were instantly tainted with madness, either dying directly, mutating, or attacking their own kind.
Likewise, each attack from the vampiric bats could absorb the life force from this arm, using it to replenish themselves and split into new vampiric bats.
From a distance, the deep red shackles binding the extremely mad and sinister arm continuously shed crimson scales. These scales rapidly dissipated as soon as they fell, but the deep red shackles seemed to grow automatically, always maintaining their quantity and length just right.
The Chained God and His degenerate child have also appeared. Who knows what deal those two on the Moon made in private... This battlefield is getting more and more chaotic. Who knows what other changes will occur.
The Sanguine's "Round Moon" Duke seems able to temporarily entangle Suah, but under the Primordial Moon's influence, his state will inevitably decline. This melee needs to end quickly.
After sighing inwardly, Leyton withdrew his gaze from the sky, took a deep breath, quickly composed himself, and then slightly raised his right hand, moving it through the air.
As he moved, a deep, dark, illusory long river flowed from an unknown place, peaceful and serene, without causing a single ripple. If one didn't deliberately look up, anyone would subconsciously ignore it.
The deep, dark, illusory long river quietly descended from high in the sky; even the air seemed to be experiencing withering, decay, and death.
Under Leyton's deliberate control and guidance, the illusory river water gradually connected with the real river below, and all the Monsters in the river began to move towards decay, towards death.
The flesh and blood that had mutated due to the Primordial Moon's influence rapidly decayed and withered, weathering into powder.
The headless Knight, who had been galloping on the river surface, suddenly slowed down. The overlapping illusory figures behind him melted away into the air.
His black armor rapidly became covered in rust spots, which continuously expanded, soon leaving only an empty, connected horse armor and Knight armor, as if it had undergone countless years of baptism, full of reddish-brown rust and holes of varying sizes.
Silent decay and death rapidly spread outwards. All the mutated creatures on both sides of the river, who had been frantically whispering prayers to the Primordial Moon, stopped and moved towards an unstoppable, inevitable death.
Leyton murmured the Hidden Sage's honorific name while trying to restrain his spiritual energy and end this Mystical Reenactment.
How could this Mystical Reenactment suddenly go out of control... The Blood Moon Night causes spiritual energy to grow, spiritual perception to strengthen, and death to strengthen... Death strengthens! The River of Eternal Darkness is trying to exert influence through this Mystical Reenactment. Does it want to open another tributary?
The thought had just surfaced when his perception of everything external suddenly vanished. His entire being fell into a hallucinatory state, as if he had arrived in an boundless wilderness, surrounded by countless blurry light and shadow figures swaying.
Some were young people in strange attire, some were ignorant children, some were alluring women, some were hunched old men, and there were also cats and dogs on all fours, birds gliding at low altitudes, fish treating the wilderness grass as an ocean, roaring Steam trains, and airships with indistinct paintwork—
"I belong here."
A strange insight flashed through his mind. Before he could ponder it further, Leyton suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his head, as if countless pieces of information were violently forcing their way into his mind.
Unlike the Hidden Sage's knowledge, which came person by person, Leyton felt that all these pieces of knowledge, swarming and trying to enter his mind, were alive. They relentlessly whispered in his ears, wanting to burrow into his mind.
"All of you, shut up!" The intense pain made Leyton roar out in a fit of rage.
His ears suddenly quieted, and the throbbing in his mind ceased. He felt that the living knowledge had not left; they still surrounded him, wanting to enter his mind, but they had suddenly become much more obedient, like well-behaved children, lining up and orderly entering his mind, settling into their designated memory partitions.
Leyton was stunned for a moment, unable to recover. Are these pieces of knowledge really so obedient?
After a brief daze, he quickly composed himself. Now was not the time to ponder these questions.
As his senses gradually returned, he realized that the previously out-of-control Mystical Reenactment had disappeared. The river below was free of mutation and Degeneration, and also devoid of any vitality. The sounds of prayer to the Primordial Moon around him had also weakened considerably; it seemed that under the suddenly intensified influence of death, the short lives of those mutated Monsters had directly come to an end.
"Thank you, for letting me experience True death."
"New life and death are so beautiful. I feel I am one step closer to the great Mother!"
Layers of voices, whose origin and details were hard to discern, echoed around, like an Convergence of countless subtle murmurs, cold and indifferent, yet utterly mad.
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