Not long after Leyton left, as a bolt of lightning streaked across the dark sky, its silver-white light illuminated the surrounding land, revealing a figure standing on the giant rock from earlier. He was dressed in a black classical robe and wore a matching pointed soft hat.
He wore a crystal monocle over his right eye, and with his arms crossed over his chest, he surveyed his surroundings with interest, sighing in an emotionless voice:
"What a pity, I arrived a step too late. The commotion just now was truly loud. No wonder he chose to advance here. If it were outside, Steam would have already rushed out of the Land of Perfection by now, initiating a War of the Gods in the real world."
"However, with such a huge commotion, the Hanged Man hiding in the mountains merely glanced at it and then paid no further attention. This attitude is somewhat intriguing!"
"Perhaps my main body should also go out for a stroll. The Worm of Time characteristic stored with Pallez can be retrieved at an opportune moment."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand to adjust the monocle over his right eye, and his figure suddenly vanished from the giant rock, reappearing the next moment on a small mountain several thousand meters away.
Pausing for a second, his figure vanished again.
About a hundred miles from the place of advancement, Leyton, carrying a dark bronze lantern, continuously flickered forward. He didn't know that Amon had appeared there shortly after he left the area. If he had known, he would have moved even faster.
After flickering forward a few times, he suddenly stopped, standing quietly before a decayed tree stump, gazing calmly ahead.
About five hundred meters in front of him was a simply arranged altar, upon which lay many spiritual materials from Monsters.
In front of the altar, an old man with completely white, disheveled hair knelt, dressed in deep brown animal skins. He was softly chanting something, his posture extremely devout.
Behind this old man, dozens of figures holding animal skin lanterns knelt sparsely. They wore simple animal skin clothing, their heads bowed low, and showed varying degrees of mutation.
"People of Moon city?"
"Because of the commotion I caused just now, they think it's a response from this Gray Fog, so they've started performing rituals again?"
Muttering to himself, Leyton turned his head to look at the Gray Fog on the other side, a deep, captivating light purple tint appearing in his eyes, as if he could perceive all the secrets of the world.
In this state, he could clearly see the essence of the endless grayish-white mist. He could even see the shattered light spots in the historical mist, some dim, some flickering with light, as if he could discern the information they contained simply by concentrating.
I can also see the historical gaps and the historical records they contain? It must be due to my unique nature, my ability to control information in any form, which allows me to see the information within those historical gaps. If it were another Sage, or even the Knowledge Emperor, they might not be able to do this.
He silently sighed to himself, his gaze once again drawn to the endless, grayish-white mist stretching before him. As the residents of Moon city performed their sacrifice, it gradually began to change, acquiring a living instinct.
He could still clearly hear the residents of Moon city repeatedly chanting the honorific name in a language similar to Jotun:
"The ever-changing mist, the barrier that solidifies time and space, the existence that encompasses all."
As the residents of Moon city chanted repeatedly, the quietly flowing Gray Fog in front of them surged again, making a whooshing sound, like air friction or a deep, hoarse growl.
The Gray Fog continuously converged and tore apart. Gradually, it even ripped out a blurry face, as if formed by countless tiny wriggling insects, a face between human and beast, struggling to extend outward from above the Gray Fog wall.
Witnessing all of this, Leyton murmured:
"Quite interesting. The recent anomaly seems to have brought it back to life somewhat."
The light from the dark bronze lantern he held flickered a few times, causing his figure to continuously "flash." In a moment, he appeared before the wall composed of the boundless Gray Fog.
He raised the lantern in his hand towards his head, and the face that had grown above the boundless Gray Fog reached down. The Gray Fog rubbed against the air, making a hoarse sound, as if it were sighing.
Leyton held up the lantern and met its gaze, a deep blue, almost purple, glow slowly flowing in his eyes, reflecting a dense, brilliant Cosmos.
In this state, he could perceive the state of this Gray Fog and the emotions of this face more clearly and easily.
"You hold malice towards me because you remember the aura from earlier?"
Leyton murmured to himself. Under the dim lantern light, the distance was stretched very, very long. No matter how much the face growing on the Gray Fog extended downwards, it could never truly approach him.
After a moment of silent staring at the face growing on the Gray Fog, he extended his free left hand slightly, conjuring a dark, ancient Horn of Destruction, imbued with an extremely heavy and powerful essence.
The Angel-level Horn of Destruction, when blown, emits a low, difficult-to-conceal and isolate sound. The superimposition of sound waves can shatter everything within a certain range.
He brought the Horn of Destruction to his lips, his cheeks slightly puffed out, and blew the horn forcefully.
A deep, resonant, almost moaning sound instantly echoed around, and invisible sound waves rippled out in circles. The surrounding void continuously emitted faint cracking sounds, as if it were slowly tearing apart, gradually heading towards destruction.
Amidst the sound waves filled with the essence of destruction, the face formed by countless Gray Fog, a face between human and beast, gradually collapsed, transforming into the most primitive historical mist, merging into the endless Gray Fog wall behind it.
Behind Leyton, the residents of Moon city, who were performing the sacrifice, had already noticed the change. They stared in astonishment at the suddenly appearing figure and the face that had grown out of the Gray Fog.
After a brief moment of daze, Nim, the High Priest overseeing the ritual, quickly gestured for the crowd behind him to retreat.
Whoosh~
The heavy, low roar, imbued with the meaning of destruction, transformed into invisible sound waves that continuously spread outwards, far and wide, almost covering the area of a city.
Within this range, whether it was the grayish-white mist, the soil on the ground, or even the silver-white lightning striking from the sky, and the deep, oppressive Darkness around, all were gradually disintegrating and dissipating.
After about half a minute, the continuously echoing horn sound finally disappeared.
Leyton stood calmly in mid-air. The ground he had been standing on had vanished, leaving only a large crater. In front of him, the grayish-white mist continuously surged, filling the gap created by the invisible sound waves, and the remaining dim space was quickly re-covered by Darkness.
"It really doesn't work, does it?" Leyton's right hand, holding the lantern, swayed a few times as he murmured to himself.
The next moment, he raised his left hand high, as if touching the sky above his head. Warm, clear light quickly appeared around him and began to accumulate in his hand, forming a long spear of extreme purity and extreme whiteness, seemingly composed of pure Sun light.
Under the dim lantern light, the long spear in his hand became exceptionally bright and hot, as if stained with a layer of brilliant gold.
The moment the spear formed, it flew out of his hand and directly plunged into the depths of the Gray Fog.
The slowly surging Gray Fog suddenly churned violently. In the depths of the Gray Fog, a miniature Sun appeared, so intensely white it could illuminate an entire city, radiating pure white light that was scorching hot, as if it could purify everything.
The Gray Fog surged outwards for a while, then began to converge inwards again, gradually submerging the extremely white miniature Sun and obscuring all its light.
"These seals formed by the Gray Fog also inherited some characteristics of those three Pathways. They cannot be broken by force."
Muttering to himself, Leyton put his left hand in his pocket and turned to walk towards the direction of the Moon city people.
As he walked, his figure flickered a few times, easily leaving the area that had just been destroyed by the Horn of Destruction.
Less than a thousand meters from the area destroyed by the Horn of Destruction, the people of Moon city, who showed varying degrees of mutation, looked ahead nervously and curiously.
It wasn't until the surging Gray Fog gradually subsided that people began to whisper, both curious and worried.
Standing at the forefront was the white-haired High Priest Nim. Beside him was a young man holding an animal skin lantern. His body was abnormally hunched, and there were lumps of varying sizes from his neck to his cheek, as if new limbs were about to grow from them.
He looked ahead with some unease, seemingly worried that the mysterious person who had just attacked the Gray Fog would suddenly appear before them and attack them.
While vigilant, he asked the High Priest Nim beside him with a hint of anticipation:
"High Priest, was that figure who suddenly appeared just now really human? Or some kind of Monster from the depths of Darkness? Was he attacking this Gray Fog just now?"
"I don't know either..." High Priest Nim sighed softly.
"Are you discussing me?"
A clear, seemingly young voice, speaking a language entirely different from theirs, suddenly echoed in the ears of the Moon city people.
Everyone instantly became alert. Leyton felt he could even hear their pounding heartbeats.
Pausing his attempt to approach further, he raised the lantern in his hand and forced a smile that he believed conveyed a hint of emotion and friendliness, saying:
"I mean no harm. I merely saw you all looking over here, so I came over out of curiosity."
The people of Moon city seemed even more nervous upon hearing his words. They hesitated, wanting to approach, yet not daring to take a single step forward.