In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the shadow interwoven with the underlying rules suddenly stagnated, falling into a state of bewilderment, not knowing what it was doing or what it was supposed to do...
Beneath the giant crucifix enveloped in a layer of shadow that stood erected at the peak of the mountain in the sanctuary of the True Creator.
The True Creator, who had a relatively pale skin tone, wore a black clerical robe, and had a silver crucifix hanging across His chest, tilted His head to glance at the distant sky. His vision seemed capable of piercing through layers of obstacles to see Klein, who was surrounded by the gray fog.
Withdrawing His gaze, a sheet of flowing substantive shadow covered the dazing Amon off to one side from His body, helping Him extricate Himself from the state of blind docility.
Returning to His senses, Amon reached His hand out to make a grasp in the air, yet failed to take out anything.
Out of habit, He reached His hand out to press at the position of His right eye socket, and then gave a light laugh, saying:
"He unexpectedly re-advanced to The Fool so quickly. Not afraid of directly losing control? Or did someone provide help?"
Within the sunken eye sockets of the True Creator, a touch of brilliance floated across His golden eyes, looking as though He saw that long river representing destiny.
After a brief silence, He spoke with a deep voice:
"His fate has experienced great fluctuations. The only one capable of bypassing Sefirah Castle to exert an influence is precisely the Key of Light."
"As a Sefirah once sealed by the Celestial Worthy, It is one of the existences that least hopes the Celestial Worthy will have a chance to return."
"Heh... you seem to have been abandoned. They all chose to invest in the Lord of the Mysteries, believing you have no way to reclaim the authorities of Sun and Omniscience within a short period of time."
Amon hooked the corner of His mouth, speaking with a tone that carried no discernible mood.
The True Creator shook His head slowly, not caring about Amon's words as He said:
"I, who take the Hanged Man as my foundation, am destined to bear all sins."
"Different from Adam, I do not believe there is any sacrifice that is necessary. If there is, let it be borne by me, let it be sacrificed by me."
"And then die one more time?" Amon's tone turned slightly deep, seemingly not identifying with the philosophy of the True Creator.
The True Creator did not answer Amon's question, but instead tilted His head to look toward the east side of the Forsaken Land of the Gods. The piercing sunlight was purifying all evil, filth, and degeneracy there, but the effect was growing worse and worse.
Upon the continuously agitating gray fog barrier, an illusory and hazy door inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols emerged. Countless things resembling muddy water mixed from viscous, foul-smelling flesh and blood gushed out from the illusory door, rapidly soaking into the ground and merging into one with the earth.
In the blink of an eye, the dried up, cracked, and curse-spreading ground grew green plants—bizarre plants with distorted postures and vibrant life.
These plants spread outward like mycelium, growing faster and faster, heavier and heavier, until forming a dark green wave dozens of meters high.
Along with the spreading of the vibrantly alive vegetation, a round moon as deep red as blood rose from the ground, reflecting into the sky to stand in direct opposition to that golden sun.
Along with the appearance of this blood-red round moon, all Beyonders of the Moon and Mother pathways experienced a trance without exception, displaying hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.
.....
In the Southern Continent, Emlyn, who was currently studying a new medicine formula together with the dolls he collected, suddenly lost his focus for a moment.
A scarlet round moon was reflected within his eyes, and strange, layered, alternating voices appeared by his ear. That language was completely different from the known languages of the Northern and Southern Continents, but strangely he could understand a bit of it, as if many people were shouting loudly:
"Merciful Earth Mother..."
The voices echoing by his ear were magnificent and layered. Emlyn only felt that the Crimson Moon in his eyes was so beautiful, so unique, that he uncontrollably wished to draw close to it, embrace it, praise it....
In a daze, he felt the joy of the growth of all things and the descent of new life. This joy from the inside out caused him to return to his senses from the blurring state.
"What was I thinking just now?"
Emlyn pressed against his chest with some lingering fear. If it hadn't been for feeling the joy of the growth of all things and the descent of new life that caused him to extricate himself from that blurring state and find his self back, he might have already been unable to resist following the voices by his ear to chant the honorific name of the Merciful Earth Mother together.
Letting out a long breath, only at this time did he notice that the sky outside had darkened considerably at some unknown point, and a blood-red round moon was looming above the eastern sea surface.
Emlyn frowned slightly, instinctively feeling something was wrong, as if some major event was happening.... and there was a high probability it had a significant relationship with the Sanguine and the Mother Goddess.
Amidst his floating thoughts, Emlyn reached out his hand to tap repeatedly, drawing a Sacred Emblem of Life at his chest, praying to the Mother Goddess in a low voice.
.....
Northwest of the Fog Sea, upon a sea area furthest away from the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the Future was currently sailing here.
Cattleya stood in front of the window of the captain's cabin, not quite understanding why the Polymath would provide an enlightenment to herself, letting her take the Future to sail far over to this side.
...What concealment is there in this sea area? Or is something about to happen?
Amidst her floating thoughts, a deep, rich purple suddenly welled out within Cattleya's eyes. The spiritual intuition of a Clairvoyant let her vaguely see some future—a not-too-good future—and grasp the source of the disorder and calamity.
In the next second, her figure turned transparent, just like becoming a statue converged from countless starlights.
The statue shattered all at once, transforming into specks of brilliant starlight that surged, following the cracks of the floorboards and walls layer upon layer downward, rapidly surging into Frank's laboratory at the bottom level of the cabin.
Sheets of starlight reunited inside, revealing Cattleya's figure. The warning of her spiritual intuition made her subconsciously glance away from looking at Frank, only vaguely catching a glimpse of a touch of crimson—a crimson full of vibrant life.
Cattleya raised her hand to grasp the invisible Emperor's New Clothes out from the void, throwing it onto Frank's body to turn him into a thing that fundamentally did not exist, severing all connections with the real world.
The dangerous warning inside her mind instantly dissipated by more than half. Only then did Cattleya look toward Frank with an eased mind.
This first mate upon the Future was currently staring forward with a face full of disappointment, as if having missed out on some very treasured thing, somewhat unable to accept this cruel reality.
Associating it with the crimson moonlight caught by the corner of her eye just now, a warning bell rang loudly inside Cattleya's heart, suspecting Frank had been noticed by the Primordial Moon.
Without any hesitation, she directly chanted the honorific name of Mr. Fool:
"The Fool that does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck....."
Along with the falling of her voice, nothing happened in the surroundings. Cattleya was puzzled for a moment, but did not think too much. Deities delaying responses to prayers or even not responding at all belonged to very normal things, even if Mr. Fool's previous responses were mostly very timely.
Without a single shred of hesitation, she once again chanted another honorific name, planning to seek help from the Polymath.... I can also seek help from the Emperor, from the Queen. As long as the problem upon Frank does not erupt immediately, there is room for resolution.
Before the honorific name chanted out of Cattleya's mouth was completed, her inspiration was suddenly touched, seeing brilliant starlight fly out from the void to construct an illusory door of starlight off to one side.
The figure of The World Gehrman Sparrow appeared inside the cabin of the Future along with the door of starlight.
"The World.... Mr. Fool let you come over?"
Cattleya froze for a moment, immediately understanding. Mr. Fool did not fail to respond to her prayer, but directly let His blessed one, The World, rush over.
The World Gehrman Sparrow nodded gently, his gaze falling upon Frank who was isolated outside of reality by the Emperor's New Clothes, his brow furrowing slightly.
....Escaped the Primordial Moon, yet tripped into the hands of the Brood Hive of the Western Continent. Hopefully Earth Mother can take control of this Sefirah, otherwise the mushrooms, wheat, milch cows, fish, and Rose Bishops of this world will be in danger.
Cattleya raised her hand to lift the mysterious magic upon Frank's body, while simultaneously inquiring somewhat nervously:
"How is Frank's state?"
Gehrman Sparrow sized Frank up carefully for two glances, after which he shook his head and said:
"Not corrupted, but should have been noticed. Temporarily there won't be a problem. Brood Hive is restricted to the Forsaken Land of the Gods by the deities, unable to spare too much energy to influence the outside world."
"For safety's sake, you can pray for the Polymath's help, letting Him perform a certain concealment and modification on Frank's information to let him fade out of Brood Hive's sight."
"Also, try your best not to let Frank draw close to the Forsaken Land of the Gods."
"...Brood Hive?" Cattleya furrowed her brow slightly. She had never heard this word, not knowing this existence.
"This involves some very dangerous knowledge. Do not explore it before becoming an Angel." Gehrman Sparrow cautioned with a deep voice. After all, what a Mystery Pryer least lacked was curiosity.
"I understand." Cattleya nodded gently.
Seeing that Madam Hermit indeed listened to his words, Klein let out a breath of relief. After leaving a mark capable of establishing a connection with himself upon Frank's body, he directly left the Future.
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In the Forsaken Land of the Gods where the moon and the sun appeared simultaneously, the surrounding spirituality welled out rapidly, the connection between the Spirit World and reality grew stronger, spiritual intuition enhanced, and vital energy was vibrant, as if the stones, mud, and even the air on the ground were all about to come alive.
Along with the spilling of the moonlight, the sunlight in the sky displayed an unnatural bending, converging into one after another golden light clump in midair, gradually growing hands, feet, wings, and sharp stomas, turning into individual oddly-shaped insects full of a majestic sun aura.
It was not until that blood-red round moon turned silver-white, the wildly growing spirituality in the surroundings received containment, the Spirit World and reality separated anew, and the Beyonder abilities of the Crimson Moon domain all became invalid, that the blazing brilliant golden sunlight stopped activating.
In the next second, the ground below suddenly split open like the mouth of a giant beast, opening and closing to swallow those bizarre plants that grew out of the ground.
At the same time, individual thick green vines drilled out, twisting toward the golden insects in midair to make them wither and return to the mother's embrace. The vines touching those golden insects were also ignited in an instant, transforming into ashes to dissipate.