In the Fog Sea, near the western part of Feynapotter, in the exceptionally deep and dark seabed, a profound vortex, slowly rotating and accompanied by brilliant starlight, quietly formed.
A head, displaying various faces, flew out of the vortex, ignoring the terrifying water pressure of the deep sea, and shot towards the deepest part of the seabed.
Silently, the originally profound and dark seabed lit up with clear and brilliant starlight, and one star after another emerged in the cold, dark seawater, dense and dazzling.
These stars cast rays of light, weaving into a magnificent pillar of light that enveloped the head approaching the seabed, making it impossible for it to move.
All of this happened in an instant, accompanied by the concealment brought by the thick black mist, making everything silent and difficult to detect.
Immediately after, streams of information peeled away from the starlight, bypassed the head solidified in the pillar of light, and landed on the seabed, quickly reorganizing into Leyton's figure.
His body was slightly illusory, like something that didn't exist, unaffected by the deep-sea environment, allowing him to walk freely on the seabed.
A moment later, Leyton stopped. Before him stood a rather magnificent palace, crafted from numerous gems, its style completely out of place in this world, as if it were an extraterrestrial object.
Leyton calmly gazed at the palace ahead, his eyes emitting deep blue, almost purple, radiance, and mysterious symbols condensed within his pupils.
In this state, his gaze seemed to penetrate reality, seeing the essence of the palace before him, seeing the information that was tightly condensed and unshakeable.
The palace, originally crafted from various gems and crystals, appearing exceptionally brilliant under the starlight, now transformed in his eyes into a deep black sphere, devoid of any light or color.
It was constantly absorbing all surrounding spirituality, matter, light, and even information.
"A black hole... Is this the essence of the Pathway mastered by Supernova Dominator? No wonder I feel it's most compatible with Paragon and can be merged by me."
Muttering to himself, Leyton suddenly extended his right hand forward, and rays of colorless light bloomed out of thin air.
These lights seemed to be composed of a vast amount of illusory things, weaving together on the seabed into thin, seemingly depthless, yet extraordinarily heavy and vast scrolls of civilization.
The moment the light bloomed, the effect of his body being separated from reality was interrupted, and his presence was detected by the palace ahead.
Suddenly, the already exceptionally strong deep-sea pressure intensified again, even distorting the light.
Under this pressure, Leyton's body instantly shattered, transforming into shimmering points of brilliant starlight.
A terrifying suction erupted from within the palace, pulling everything in the surrounding sea area towards it, converging into a terrifying, all-consuming vortex.
Under this terrifying suction, the surrounding scrolls of civilization, interwoven with light and shadow, were pulled towards the center of the vortex, enveloping it into an airtight sphere.
The terrifying suction around them suddenly weakened, and the vortex, just formed, spontaneously dispersed.
Without the pull of the terrifying gravity, fragments of starlight reassembled within, revealing Leyton's figure.
He pushed his hands forward, and faint, unbrilliant, unclear glows appeared out of thin air, condensing into an illusory book that opened towards the airtight sphere below.
As the illusory pages turned, the "black hole" enveloped by the scrolls of civilization transformed into streams of complex, pure knowledge, information, and text, which were imprinted into the illusory book.
The illusory book gradually became heavy, losing color bit by bit, as the information constituting the book was constantly being devoured by the "black hole."
Leyton took a step forward, pressed his hand on the darkened illusory book, and one complex and illusory symbol after another condensed within his eyes, pouring a large amount of complex, useless knowledge into it, refilling the book's content.
It was at this moment that the seal originally present in this sea area suddenly failed, causing the previously hidden sea area to return to reality.
The changes on the seabed were instantly detected by numerous existences, and gazes from the Astral World and the Cosmos were cast upon it.
Silently, day was replaced by night, and a brilliant Cosmos, different from what was usually seen, emerged.
Clear, dazzling starlight penetrated the clouds, penetrated the mist, and appeared in the deep sea.
The sudden change almost made Leyton drop the illusory book in his hand; it became exceptionally heavy, like a true celestial body, constantly shaking.
The change in gravity caused the entire sea area to sway along with it. The sea surface surged layer after layer, raising giant waves dozens of meters high, which surged outwards, spreading towards the nearest Feynapotter Fog Sea coast.
Within the illusory and abstract Astral World, in the Land of Perfection, which was embraced by colorful clusters like a tree canopy, eyes and wisps of black mist quietly emerged.
In the center, surrounded by eyes that sparkled with pure light, Leyton's body, dark like a mummy, grew one eye after another, and wisps of black mist intertwined on his body to form a robe.
Above the Land of Perfection, a distorted face emerged, staring at Leyton across an illusory rift like a chasm.
"Supernova Dominator? I'll accept the 'black hole' you sent in."
Leyton, expressionless, greeted the face that was staring at him with resentment. Rays of clear starlight separated from his body, disintegrating into pure, terrifying streams of information, and surged into the Fog Sea in reality.
The torrent of information instantly crossed a long distance, landed on the seabed of the Fog Sea, and merged into Leyton's body, who was struggling to stabilize the illusory book.
With the replenishment from his Astral World true body, Leyton's aura instantly soared, stabilizing at the Sequence 1 level.
This was the limit of the information he could separate; any more, his true body's Beyonder characteristic would drop, and it might even cause the avatar to develop an independent self.
Almost simultaneously, somewhere in the Sonia Sea, the starlight above the sky seemed to materialize, moving and converging according to some peculiar Pathway.
On a barren island below, Amon sat cross-legged on a large rock, raising his hand to press the monocle over his right eye, a pleased smile playing on his lips.
In front of him, a Trunsoest Brass Book floated in mid-air, its pages constantly turning, revealing silver characters, filling the blanks on the pages with continuously added legal provisions.
Amon glanced at the progress of the Trunsoest Brass Book, then looked forward.
Less than a hundred meters in front of him, a man dressed in asymmetric classical aristocratic attire was performing a ritual, a ritual to help Mr. Door escape his predicament.
As the ritual progressed, he looked up at the changes in the sky, his gaze fanatically moving towards the already prepared sacrifice. He intended to sacrifice himself as well, only then could he gather the three sacrifices of Secrets Sorcerer, Bizzaro Sorcerer, and Parasite.
As the ritual advanced, flashing starlight outlined one strange and mysterious symbol after another in the sky, converging into an illusory double door.
On the giant rock, Amon had already risen, looking at the sky with anticipation, muttering with a slight smile:
"The humanity woven by Hanged Man is truly useful, it directly allowed my avatar to become an independent entity, possessing an independent self, humanity, and even a soul, becoming a true descendant of the Abraham Family."
He lowered his head as if sensing something, looking at the Trunsoest Brass Book that was already floating before him, and chuckled:
"Not bad, a complete set of laws has been compiled so quickly, though there are still quite a few loopholes."
The Trunsoest Brass Book in front of him suddenly shook a few times, seemingly expressing anger, and the silver characters showed faint signs of fading.
Amon raised his hand and pressed it on the Trunsoest Brass Book, whispering in a tone of advice and threat:
"Heh, just kidding, don't be so easily provoked. You are, after all, something evolved from a Uniqueness. You should have a broader perspective. We have already signed a contract."
As Amon's words fell, the Trunsoest Brass Book in front of him stabilized again, its pages quickly turning forward. The gray-black characters in the first half had somehow turned gold.
These golden characters recorded the world's underlying rules, and changes in this part of the content could cause changes in the world's underlying rules within a certain range.
Soon, the book turned to the first page, and the dense golden characters began to wriggle, reorganizing into sentences that leveraged the rules:
"This place is suitable for opening the Door."
"This place is suitable for the descent of Great Existences."
"This place is suitable for the ritual of becoming a god."
"Here, reality weakens, and Hiddenness strengthens."
As the Trunsoest Brass Book wrote down the decrees that modified the world's underlying rules, the starlight in the sky became even more brilliant, and the crimson Round Moon unconsciously emerged.
The ongoing ritual accelerated. As Amon's Bizzaro Sorcerer, Secrets Sorcerer, and Parasite avatars were decomposed into pure Beyonder characteristics, they were drawn by the ritual into the high sky, merging into the illusory great Door constructed by starlight.
The illusory great Door rapidly solidified, creaking and shaking as it was pushed open. Countless stars emerged from behind the Door, outlining a blurred, indistinct figure.
This figure was extremely illusory, as if it had transformed into a Star Door, not a physical being, but more akin to a collective of symbols like "Wandering," "Sealing," "Space," and "Door" – a peculiar conceptual being.
The moment this blurred figure appeared, Amon took a step forward, his figure vanishing from the giant rock, vanishing from reality.
Almost simultaneously, a quietly flowing shadow surged from the seabed, engulfing the illusory great Door and obscuring the star-studded night sky.
Crimson light radiated from the other side of the great Door, as if blocked by an invisible force, making it difficult for this crimson light to descend through the great Door, only managing to squeeze out a small portion of it.