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Looking at the petrified Arrodes, Aaron pointed again to the calm tsunami below the Black Emperor and asked, "I want to know how to enter the Lost City of Newins with the least cost, or how did the Solomon remnants get in when their High-Sequence powerhouses were almost completely wiped out?"
The mirror, which had flown out of the Chaos Sea, instantly became dim, and illusory, blurry light and shadows floated on its surface, finally twisting and transforming into a token engraved with an inverted cross.
Aaron, who had been paying attention to Arrodes, frowned slightly. The moment a sense of familiarity arose in his heart, he remembered that this was precisely the True Creator token that Anderson had stolen from the Iron and Blood Cross Order.
As early as when he obtained that token, Aaron had carefully examined it. This token was somewhat similar to the "Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem" in Tingen.
However, unlike the well-preserved blood of the Eternal Blazing Sun, this older token, which might have even formed in the early Fourth Epoch, had lost most of its original power over the long passage of time, especially after the True Creator was expelled to the Forsaken Land of the Gods by the Seven Deities and could no longer directly interfere with the outside world.
Only its shell remained, which was similar to the key that Aaron had acquired from "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina Edwards, a key that could open the Giant King's Court. It was more like a token of some kind.
True Creator, Dark Angel Sasrir, Chaos Sea.... A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Aaron saw large sections of pale text appear at the very top of the mirror's surface:
"There was once pollution from underground, but after the Cataclysm, the pollution receded, coupled with the Abyss's repulsion, leaving only residual traces of the pollution."
"After the Black Emperor of the Solomon Empire fell, that existence protected the Solomon remnants who fled to sea, allowing them to enter the Lost City of Newins."
Unlike the fallen Solomon, Arrodes dared not directly display that being's name, but beside the pale text, on the chaotic mirror surface, a one-eyed giant was depicted, hanging upside down by chains on a cross, with a pair of indifferent eyes opening from the shadowy curtain behind the cross.
This was the widely circulated image of the True Creator in the outside world....
"Viscount of Fear" Byrd Mustang and other trusted subordinates had already been transferred to the bottom of the ship by Nast when the "Door of Summoning" appeared on the Black Emperor, as these secrets were like poison to them, who had not even mastered divinity.
Excluding them, the weakest person present was a demigod, and everyone had already realized who Arrodes dared not name.
Looking at the pale text "pollution from underground" appearing on the mirror, Duchess "Purple Moon" Liana, who had experienced the Cataclysm, and "Siatas," whose eyes were silver, immediately changed their expressions, seemingly recalling some unpleasant memories.
The text on the mirror did not stop there, and the inverted cross illusion disappeared:
"Your Excellency, the most convenient and least costly method I know is to have a High-Sequence Beyonder of the Secrets Supplicant Pathway use that corrupted token to recreate the former passage."
"However, the remaining aura of the underground pollution will also attract the attention of that existence in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, and it is highly likely to attract the 'Angel of Fate' from the Aurora Order."
"Humble Arrodes has answered your question. The aura above the Spirit World is about to disappear. I look forward to the next opportunity to serve you....."
Looking at Arrodes, who was making excuses to slip away, Aaron did not make things difficult for it. He put away the mirror, pondered the method Arrodes had mentioned, and looked at "Siatas" with an inquiring gaze.
Aaron, who was still thinking about how to speak, saw "Siatas" close her eyes, her body becoming dim. In front of her, a "sea" that encompassed all colors and all secrets, difficult to describe in words, faintly appeared.
In the collective unconscious sea composed of many dim lights, a ray of light detached and transformed into a blurry phantom in front of "Siatas."
A not-quite-real, pitch-black eye appeared on the forehead of this phantom, as if a dense shadow was hidden within. In just a breath's time, the phantom became as black as ink, emitting a strong aura of corruption.
Bernadette, who possessed a strong adventurous spirit, observed the strange black shadow appearing before the elf with her azure eyes. Silently, a pair of eyes also appeared on her forehead.
Unlike the previous one, these eyes were almost transparent, cold and emotionless, and lacked eyelashes.
The Eyes of Mystery Prying!
As these eyes rotated slightly, Bernadette endured the corrupting aura spreading through her senses and noticed two illusory, unreal thin lines extending from the elf's body.
One was connected to the strange black shadow, while the other merged into the collective unconscious sea. Her spirituality continuously surged into the Eyes of Mystery Prying, yet she still couldn't clearly see the source.
With the true vision provided by the Nation of Disorder, Aaron also observed this scene. However, he understood "Siatas," or rather Cohinem's, true nature better than Bernadette, and a guess had already formed in his mind:
"Cohinem's true body might be hidden in the unconscious sea near the Sonia Island elven ruins. This should be 'Her' 'virtual personality' separated by borrowing the authority from 'Grazing' the Discerner."
"Siatas" had already reopened her eyes, glanced coldly at Bernadette, and pointed to the black shadow filled with corrupting aura in front of her, saying, "It can also fulfill the mirror's request, but due to some limitations, it can only reopen the passage for a maximum of 3 minutes."
Whether it was the True Creator's token or the aura of the Chaos Sea, these pollutions could directly erode and infect the island of consciousness and the spiritual world.
Although the "virtual personality" medium could delay the erosion of pollution, given her current state, exceeding 3 minutes would affect her main body.
Looking at Cohinem, who was so cooperative, Aaron was silent for a moment and nodded slightly. Under the watchful eyes of several angel demigods, he skillfully set up the ritual, responding to himself, and took out the True Creator's token from the Nation of Disorder.
It wasn't until the dark golden double doors slowly closed that Nast couldn't help but take a small step forward. The dark red light flowing in his deep black eyes shook violently. He felt an indescribable sense of majesty and a craving from the depths of his Spirit Body.
That irresistible sense of submission, even Emperor Roselle, whom his father had last brought him to see in his memories, had not given him such a feeling. One must know that at that time, he wasn't even a demigod when he met him, but now, he was just a step away from being an angel.
You little rascal, I can still deal with you.... Aaron's lips subtly curved upwards as he caught a glimpse of Nast's slightly unusual reaction. The sub-consciousness in the Nation of Disorder stopped prying into the power of the Sefirah and no longer oppressed this "King of the Five Seas."
Taking his gaze away from the angels whose expressions were normal, Bernadette glanced at Nast, who had the strongest reaction, her eyes narrowed thoughtfully but she did not speak.
Aaron did not directly give the token to Cohinem. He glanced at Nast, pointed to the Black Emperor beneath their feet, and reminded him, "Although that evil god is isolated in the Forsaken Land of the Gods by the Seven Deities, His 'Angel of Fate' is still active outside. Later, whether successful or not, it might attract that ancient angel."
"As an angel of the Fate Pathway, He can easily find the source of destiny's anomaly. Even if the Black Emperor escapes through the Spirit World now, it's only a matter of time before it's found."
Recovering from the deterrence brought by the Nation of Disorder, Nast's face immediately grew even uglier. Without even a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, his ability to firmly hold the top position as a Pirate King with only Sequence 3 strength was inseparable from the Black Emperor's blessings.
Looking at the several angels accompanying this Duke, Nast remained silent for a long time before his deep, authoritative voice resonated again: "I have fulfilled my promise and found the location of Lost City of Newins for you. I wonder if Duke has any way to help me solve this problem."
Playing with the token in his hand, Aaron watched Nast finally reveal his true intentions: "You must have seen the 'Door of Summoning' just now. I can help hide the Black Emperor in a location where Ouroboros cannot sense it."
"I can guarantee that after we leave 'Lost Nuiness,' you will see the Black Emperor completely intact."
Nast's hands, originally hidden beneath his luxurious black-and-silver trimmed robe, clenched abruptly, but then slowly relaxed after feeling several highly oppressive gazes fall upon him.
Recalling the aura he had just felt from the dark golden double doors and Aaron's previous promise, Nast still nodded in silence. He immediately sent a telepathic message to Byrd Mustang and his other trusted subordinates, forbidding them from leaving the Black Emperor's bottom deck during this period.
Looking at Nast, who had succumbed to coercion and enticement, Aaron was in a good mood and looked at Duchess "Purple Moon" Liana. Although Will Auceptin might be able to help conceal their tracks, directly taking control of the Black Emperor was clearly more in line with his own interests.
The reason Aaron had prepared so many angels back then was, on one hand, to deal with the dangers in the ruins, and on the other hand, to display his strength and directly dispel some of Nast's irrational thoughts.
A blood-red bat mark appeared on Liana's forehead, and ripples spread behind her. A bloody gate, inscribed with many strange symbols, emerged within the gradually thickening mist.
Under Nast's manipulation, the Black Emperor gradually dematerialized, then was enveloped by the silvery-white light that poured out from behind the opened blood-red door.
As the blood door vanished, Aaron didn't hesitate, directly throwing the token in his hand to "Siatas," who had been waiting for a long time. Black tentacles extended from the phantom in front of her, wrapping around the token and rushing directly towards the deep sea.
As the token integrated, a layer of shadow covered the face of the illusory figure, and the aura it emitted became even more terrifying. One pair after another of pitch-black wings spread out from its back.
The crimson moonlight suddenly vanished, and Darkness became the ruler of this sea area.
However, this Darkness was different from a normal night. There was no Moon, no starlight, only blurry shadows appearing one after another.
Standing in such Darkness, Aaron always felt as if someone was pressing against him from behind, yet he clearly knew it was an illusion and did not blindly turn around.
Under true vision, he saw that when those pitch-black wings covered the sea surface, a large amount of illusory, pitch-black gas immediately surged from the depths of the seabed.
At one point, Aaron seemed to see another illusory, pitch-black, viscous ocean within it. This feeling was fleeting, and before he could ponder it, the sea surface beneath his feet seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, and a massive whirlpool appeared.
Nast, whose face had been fluctuating between light and dark due to the Black Emperor escaping his control, suddenly looked at the center of the whirlpool, an entrance that seemed to lead to an endless Abyss. The token, which only Solomon bloodline could activate, emitted waves of fluctuations.
"Quick! Damn it....."
A slightly hurried voice rang out. The originally layered, sky-obscuring pitch-black wings, after absorbing the pitch-black gas rising from the seabed, uncontrollably dispersed into black mist, vaguely forming a giant cross.
It's only been 1 minute.... Aaron, who also noticed the change, cursed inwardly. His intuition told him that the True Creator's swift reaction this time was not only due to sensing the residual aura of the Chaos Sea, but also possibly related to himself.
Looking at the reappeared passage, Aaron no longer hesitated, tightly grasped Siatas, followed closely behind Nast, and entered the bottomless pitch-black passage with the several angels.
The out-of-control "virtual personality" directly dissolved into the black mist. A blurry shadow hung upside down on a cross, its indifferent eyes, however, peered through the black mist towards the west.
It was an island covered by dark green, almost black, giant trees, yet there was no birdsong, no roars of beasts, no sounds of insects crawling. It was so peaceful, as if time had frozen, and so deathly silent, as if no living beings existed.
At this moment, blood-red cracks appeared above a black mausoleum deep within the island. Vaguely, beyond the fissures, a blood Moon hung silently, gazing remotely at the cold eyes on the cross.
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In the depths of the Spirit World, where seven different colors of clear light slowly moved, a silver light suddenly paused and materialized into a figure. All the Spirit World creatures in this area seemed to feel immense fear, scattering wildly in all directions.
The figure was male, dressed in a simple and plain linen robe, with long silver hair.
His features were gentle, his face beautiful, and his eyes held a hint of indifference within their tenderness, as if he was observing destiny and every person in the world from an outsider's perspective.
The moment the figure appeared, behind him, one light after another formed illusory, layered, pure wings, spreading outwards.
It was precisely the Angel of Fate, the "Tail-Devourer," Ouroboros!
Listening with devout expression, Ouroboros's indifferent eyes briefly lost focus. In his pupils, beneath his feet, and within the layered wings of light behind him, One by one, transcendent and mysterious wheels emerged, converging into a flowing, illusory long river, connected head to tail like snakes, collectively reflecting a scene:
An illusory cross, obscuring the sky, hung over the pitch-black sea. Viscous black liquid flowed from the indifferent eyes behind the shadowy curtain, and a faint blood Moon appeared at the end of the image.
The Angel of Fate, Ouroboros, simply watched silently, remaining still in the depths of the Spirit World for a long time.
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