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"What does this mean?"
Leyton frowned slightly, looking at Bernadette, whose eyes had regained clarity.
Bernadette slowly shook her head, saying calmly:
"It's some future I saw through what happened tonight. I can't interpret much of it either."
"I can only vaguely foresee that a certain possibility of the future has been fixed, like a ship anchored on the sea, its heavy anchor deeply buried in the mud and sand at the bottom of the sea, fixing it. In the countless tributaries of the long river of fate flowing towards the future, some force has connected history, forming a heavy and stable anchor, firmly fixing a certain possibility of the future."
"This change is not enough to make the future directly lead to a fixed outcome, but it does, to a certain extent, narrow the future. No matter how the future of this world develops, the fixed event will inevitably occur."
"If the future is likened to a turbulent ocean, then the fixed possibility is an anchored ship. No matter how the waves rise and fall, it will always remain anchored there."
"I'm not sure if this is a manifestation of the long river of fate on reality, or if some unknown, powerful force has directly acted upon the long river of fate, after all, the Wheel of Fortune has not yet appeared."
A certain possibility being anchored? It sounds a bit like the Circle of Inevitability, but the barrier left by the Original Creator still exists, and it's impossible for him to have such an impact on this world. The era's tide pushed by Amon's brother? Or the Key of Light?
"It looks like you have some guesses?" Bernadette's voice interrupted Leyton's contemplation.
"Ah, just a little touch. Compared to the future, I still think the present, which is within reach, is more important."
The sudden interruption made Leyton pause for a moment, then he chuckled and replied.
"The present, which is within reach, is more important, is it?"
Bernadette nodded lightly, noncommittally. Her figure disintegrated the next instant, transforming into a blurry, invisible light composed of complex knowledge, surging away from here.
The somewhat cold night wind rustled the surrounding trees, which had been Purified but still retained their strange forms.
Pulak took two steps forward to stand beside Leyton, looking at the spot where Queen Mystic had disappeared, and said with a sigh:
"I originally thought that the most likely person on the Five Seas to advance to an Angel would be that King of the Five Seas. He has already established his own rules on the sea, and he is not far from Sequence 2."
"Duke of Entropy? Indeed, his ritual is basically complete. He's probably stuck on the potion, after all, the main ingredient for an Angel-level potion is a mythical creature itself, not that easy to hunt."
Leyton nodded slightly with a sigh, then turned his gaze to the river surface ahead. The still river surface didn't even ripple under the cold wind.
His eyes sank, and he sighed inwardly, then said:
"This river is dead. I don't know if the Church of the Earth Mother can solve this problem…"
As soon as his voice fell, a warm breeze suddenly blew around, unlike the cold wind of winter, more like a spring breeze from under the gentle sun, carrying the scent of grass and earth, like a mother's warm hand, gently caressing this land.
The rich vitality condensed the water vapor in the air into rain, falling on the streets, in the jungle, and on the still river surface, carrying a power that soothed the heart.
Ripples spread across the still river surface, shattering the deep Crimson Moon reflected in the water, and tiny bits of vitality appeared in the river water…
"This is… a miracle!"
Pulak looked at everything happening around him in astonishment. Only the Earth Mother, who held the authority over life among the Seven Gods, could achieve such a degree of life revival.
Leyton also watched everything happening around him. The Eyes of Mystery Prying allowed him to see more. Even if he didn't actively peek, he could feel the gentle gaze falling upon him.
When everything returned to calm and the gaze lingering on him disappeared, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to Pulak beside him, saying:
"I thought we'd at least have to wait for the Church of the Earth Mother to hold a grand ceremony before that one would respond. After all, displaying a miracle at this time can easily improve the attitude of the local people towards the Church of the Earth Mother's faith."
"Perhaps this is just expressing her attitude. As long as the Church of the Earth Mother doesn't interfere in the internal disputes of the Southern Continent, whether it's me or Mesagnes, we'd be very happy for them to preach here."
Pulak looked at the scene that had recovered some vitality, his expression rarely softening a bit.
The vitality in this area will be difficult to restore to its previous state in a short time. The help of the Church of the Earth Mother is very necessary… Pulak sighed inwardly, then turned and stepped into the Spirit World. Before his figure completely disappeared transparently, he muttered in a low voice:
"I'll go find Mesagnes. This place needs to be dealt with. Perhaps before tomorrow, the news of all colonial forces in the Paz River Valley being expelled will spread throughout the Northern and Southern continents."
After a moment of silence in place, Leyton glanced at the Crimson Moon above his head. His figure then became transparent, like a statue cast from countless starlight, then transformed into specks of brilliant starlight, surging into the Spirit World.
In the Library deep within the Spirit World, specks of brilliant starlight emerged from every corner and quickly converged, re-forming Leyton's figure amidst the starlight.
As soon as his figure solidified, a very abstract and distorted cosmos oil painting was thrown in front of him. Leyton subconsciously reached out to take it. His gaze lingered on the oil painting for a long time, and deep blue light flowed quietly in his eyes, giving off an exceptionally sacred and wise feeling.
After observing for a moment, he rolled up the painting in his hand and placed it on the table to the right of Mr. Hughes, while carefully observing the other party's state.
In Mr. Hughes's eyes, there seemed to be specks of silver-white flowing, appearing exceptionally cold and sacred. Even though he was sitting right in front, he gave off an extremely distant and unreal feeling.
Mr. Hughes seems to have some subtle changes, completely different from how he usually feels to me… After deliberating for a moment, he softly said:
"…This painting contains a unique, incomplete world. Is it also something that rushed out of the Summoning Gate?"
Mr. Hughes nodded slowly, speaking calmly:
"That's right. You should be able to feel some instinctive attraction from this painting. From the information I've gathered, it has many similarities with the Demon of Knowledge and several pathways included in the Creator, possessing authority that can devour and accommodate each other."
"And similar to some of the authority of the Demon of Knowledge and the Creator? They are completely different systems. Will this act of cross-system devouring authority really not cause them to lose control directly?"
Leyton asked back in surprise.
Mr. Hughes, sitting leisurely in the high-backed chair, reached out and hovered over the rolled-up cosmos oil painting, his gaze deep and unclear as he spoke clearly:
"The essence of what is called loss of control is the mental imprint contained in the Beyonder characteristic, and the pressure of primitive instinctual madness on one's own sanity."
"Those existences in the cosmos are not the same as us. They are mythical creatures completely dominated by divinity. Aggregating similar authority and characteristics is their instinct. You can understand it as their essence is madness. A little more or a little less madness makes no difference to them."
"On the basis of the authority they already possess, accommodating close and absorbable original substances and high-level characteristics will not cause them to directly split due to conflicts between characteristics. As long as it is within a certain limit, they can still maintain themselves and prevent the Original from awakening within their bodies."
Leyton nodded thoughtfully. He probably understood why the Outer Deities, whose original substances and characteristics were not torn apart by the awakening of the Original Creator, would also gather around Earth. Earth, which aggregated most of the characteristics in the universe, was a delicious cake to them, and everyone wanted a bite.
After a brief moment of contemplation, he pointed to the very abstract and distorted oil painting and said, "Which Great Old One is it from?"
"He has many titles in the cosmos. The most suitable and representative one should be 'High-Dimensional Overseer.' There are also some titles that represent some of his characteristics, such as 'First Philosophy,' and 'Supreme Mystery'…"
"The High-Dimensional Overseer should be able to observe all dimensions of the world, such as fate, time, space, the astral world, the Spirit World, the material world, and the mind world. Perhaps it is this concept of world multi-dimensionality that gave him the title 'First Philosophy'."
"Compared to him, the Demon of Knowledge, who is also good at observing the world and has mastered endless mysteries, is more like knowledge itself. This also aligns well with the Moses Ascetic Order's philosophy of all things being numbers."
"From this painting, he also has the ability to turn ordinary paintings into True worlds, or rather, the ability to interact with different dimensions."
Mr. Hughes was like a professor dedicated to explaining knowledge to his students, carefully considering his words to make his descriptions as simple and understandable as possible.
No wonder every Reader is a good teacher. Leyton silently sighed in his heart, then quickly collected his thoughts and said thoughtfully:
"Philosophy? Mystery? It's not quite what I imagined."
"Is he after the authority of the 'Creator' and 'knowledge'?"
Mr. Hughes nodded gently and said, "Most likely, yes. Of course, it's not ruled out that he has reservations and hidden intentions."
"The roles of prey and hunter can reverse at any time. He can accommodate the authority of the 'Creator' and 'knowledge.' Similarly, the Demon of Knowledge and the Creator can also accommodate some of his authority."
As he spoke, Mr. Hughes raised his hand and handed the distorted cosmos oil painting to Leyton, saying:
"Keep this painting. I've made some adjustments to it. Consider it bait for fishing."
Before Leyton could respond, the oil painting had already been handed to Leyton, and the surrounding scenery also changed at that instant, like constantly fading paint, rapidly becoming illusory and transparent.
In a moment, the Library, originally deep within the Spirit World, completely disappeared, and Leyton returned to the riverbank. He looked around in astonishment, then lowered his head to look at the oil painting in his hand.
"Is this the use of dimensions? The Mysticism Magister's abilities are truly nostalgic."
He sighed softly, his figure instantly becoming transparent, transforming into specks of brilliant starlight surging into the Spirit World, darting into the distance.
Deep within the Spirit World, brilliant starlight, like a vast river of stars, surged purposefully forward. Following his spiritual intuition, he found Bugs Bunny's location with almost no effort.
Specks of starlight, shining with brilliant stellar light, detached from the Spirit World, and Leyton's figure re-condensed beside Bugs Bunny.
Bugs Bunny, quietly lying on the single sofa in the hotel, suddenly felt his spirituality stirred. He sprang up from the sofa with a "whoosh," looking at Leyton, who had already appeared, and exclaimed in surprise:
"Oh, Boss!"
Leyton's gaze was fixed as he scrutinized Bugs Bunny from head to toe. Aside from some spiritual exhaustion, he found no wounds on him. The smooth, natural spirituality on his body, as if integrated with himself, all indicated that he had already digested the Harvest Priest's potion.
What did he encounter? Before he went out, his potion was almost undigested… Leyton frowned, staring intently at Bugs Bunny. Deep blue, almost purple, light flowed in his eyes, as if he could see through everything, appearing exceptionally sacred, yet quite cold and devoid of warmth.
The gaze of the Eyes of Mystery Prying made Bugs Bunny feel as if he was being stripped bare little by little, every single hair on his body being pulled apart. He squirmed uncomfortably, shrinking himself into the corner of the single sofa.
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