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Before Leyton could throw the dark-red long spear in his hand, a thick surge of vitality suddenly erupted on the desolate, dead moon outside the barrier.
Countless patches of dark-red flesh and blood welled out, rapidly covering the entire surface of the moon until it looked like a giant, difficult to describe, indescribable flesh ball.
On this flesh ball grew all sorts of oddly-shaped biological limbs, some large and some small, looking as though it concentrated all the biological characteristics of the entire universe.
At this instant, the Great Old One aura on the moon continuously soared, overpowering the vast majority of Great Old Ones and infinitely drawing near the level of a pillar.
The feminine energy of the entire universe began to boil, and the radiance of the Crimson Moon illuminated the entire universe at this instant. Even across the primordial barrier, Earth inevitably entered nighttime and fell under the shroud of the Crimson Moon.
"Is this a pillar-level Great Old One? Even if only the symbolism remains, She can still exert power exceeding ordinary Great Old Ones to a certain extent."
Muttering in a low voice, Leyton casually threw down the dark-red long spear in his hand, after which his figure suddenly turned transparent, became illusory, and transformed into a pile of bubbles.
In the next second, a pitch-blackness resembling countless condensed, materialized, pure shadows emerged at the absolute periphery of the Astral World. Like an indescribable, incomparably vast "ocean," it grew eye after eye that flickered with pure radiance, giving off an exceptionally holy, wisdom-filled feeling, yet appearing rather cold and devoid of temperature.
Within each eye flickering with pure radiance, individual complex and illusory symbols condensed.
Silently and soundlessly, the entire Astral World suddenly brightened, leaving not a single shred of shadow or a speck of impurity, looking as though it entered a pure white world.
The brilliance spilling down from the moon was blocked and diluted by the Astral World, and by the time it finally fell onto the ground, it had already turned into the most ordinary moonlight, no longer possessing various miraculous effects.
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, a blood-red meteor slid down from the completely blank white sky, crashing straight toward the Chained God hung upside down on the tree—crashing toward His increasingly bulging belly.
Perceiving danger, the Abomination still being nurtured inside the Chained God's belly let out a shrill shriek, diffusing a more concentrated and fresh-red moonlight outward that penetrated the mummy-like body of the Chained God, looking as though It wanted to take him to hide into the crimson moonlight.
Before he could completely transform into moonlight, a layer of viscous black liquid full of a degenerate connotation first covered the body of the Chained God.
The transformation into moonlight was cut off, and a door that was illusory, hazy, and inscribed with many mysterious symbols quickly constructed behind the Chained God.
Just as this door opened a crack, it was closed by a pair of invisible hands.
Deep within the Spirit World, Gehrman Sparrow raised his hand to press down on the half-top silk hat on his head. Yawning in a half-dreaming, half-awake manner, his body was stained with starlight as he turned into a conceptual creature resembling a star door and left the Spirit World.
This was the marionette Klein left above the gray fog to prevent emergencies. Because his true body had entered Sefirah Castle, the energy Klein could spare was not much, and the marionette he left behind was asleep most of the time.
With his movements interrupted twice in a row, the long spear burning with mass after mass, speck after speck of blood-colored dark red flame thrown down from the Astral World by Leyton directly pierced through the highly bulging abdomen of the Chained God.
The surrounding crimson moonlight, the body of the Chained God, and the distorted tree stacked up from tumor-like flesh lumps were ignited simultaneously, the divinity upon them becoming nutrients for the growing fire.
"Ah!"
"Ah!!"
Two shrill howls rang out one after the other—one incomparably painful, one endured and further carrying a bit of a feeling of liberation.
The surrounding crimson moonlight was like excellent fuel; the blood-red fire rapidly expanded into a sea of fire, submerging and burning to ashes the embryonic form of the divine kingdom manufactured by the Chained God.
By the time the blood-red firelight dispersed, only the Chained God, who resembled a charred bandage freak, remained on the spot. His belly had collapsed, completely empty and leaving only a charred blackness. The aura on his body was extremely withered, and the crimson eyes revealed from the gaps of the bandages carried endured pupils and liberation.
In the next second, his body convulsed uncontrollably as section after section of dark-red flesh and blood branches pierced through the charred, dry-cracked skin, looking as though a savagely growing tree had grown inside his body.
"Ugh... Ah!"
In the blink of an eye, a new distorted giant tree built from piled-up flesh and blood grew out. The Chained God was once again hung on the tree, repeating the encounter of being whipped by branches, shrieking, and giving birth to children.
On the other side, the Dark Side of the Universe, who had long since extricated Himself from the curses, silently retreated while carrying the black mist from the Abyss, appearing to have abandoned the plan to contend for the Shadow World from the hands of the deities, and abandoned the chance to further become a Great Old One.
.....
Inside the sanctuary of the True Creator, Aranbell got up from the cliff while holding Bugs Bunny, speaking with an expression of still wanting more:
"The good show has ended. Their subsequent pulling and pushing won't have much ornamental value."
Amon sat on the cliff with his feet dangling in the air, habitually pressing that ordinary monocle at the position of his right eye, slightly curling the corner of his mouth as he said:
"Perhaps you can manufacture some ornamental value?"
"I do not have that kind of hobby. Although I represent the uncertainty of destiny, it does not mean I like to actively interfere with destiny."
Aranbell shook his head gently, paused a moment, and then spoke with a tone full of anticipation as if suddenly thinking of something:
"The Demon of Knowledge let me pass a message to you: there are other pathways in the universe that are neighboring to these three pathways of yours."
As the voice fell, Aranbell turned around without any hesitation, holding Bugs Bunny as he walked into the Spirit World and vanished from Amon's line of sight.
Amon looked at the place where Aranbell vanished, curled the corner of his mouth, and his figure instantly vanished, appearing anew beneath that giant cross covered with a layer of shadow.
He raised his head to glance at the cross covered by shadow, slightly curling the corner of his mouth as he said:
"Heh... He wants us to help Him resolve those two outer deities entrenched in the cosmos who occupy the authority of destiny."
Amidst the silently flowing shadow, the steady voice belonging to the True Creator reverberated:
"You can agree."
.....
Within the pure white Astral World, Leyton quietly returned to his divine kingdom surrounded by countless tree-like colors.
Behind him, the soft pure-white light was rapidly fading, revealing the original appearance of the Astral World; quite a few stars had already dimmed or vanished.
Sitting back onto the high seat surrounded by eye after eye and book after book in the center of the divine kingdom, Leyton raised his hand to rub his forehead. Although the Mother Goddess of Depravity, whose symbolism he utilized, was not yet a true pillar, She still exceeded an ordinary Great Old One. Dealing with Her erosion was not easy, especially when there was a pile of other Great Old Ones off to the side who wanted to take the opportunity to participate.
"I also need to immerse myself for a period of time, striving to completely master my own authority and status during this period."
Along with the words falling, he reached his hand out to take a silver-white, cold mask decorated with feathers out from the void.
Specks of dim-blue starlight overflowed, outlining an illusory eye that reflected into the mask, placing a certain seal upon it.
Subsequently, Leyton threw this mask toward the crow Anu beside him, who was as quiet as a decoration, simultaneously saying:
"Take it to Azik. You should also stay by his side. After he becomes the Pale Emperor, he will take you to the Underworld to receive Gregrace's legacy."
Before the crow Anu could ask, a flash of dim-blue starlight went past, and it was directly moved out of the Astral World.
Subsequently, Leyton rose from his seat. Specks of dim-purple fluorescence separated from his body, and then condensed in his hand into a cold vertical eye flickering with pure radiance.
He separated a Sage characteristic from his body.
The moment this characteristic formed, it was thrown out of the Astral World by him, transforming into a stream of light that fell toward the Future staying on the Sonia Sea.
Finishing all this, Leyton smiled as he took a step forward. His body turned transparent and illusory, decomposing into streams of "light" that were not brilliant, not clear, and devoid of any color, being composed of pure information, instantly enveloping the entire Astral World.
Within the illusory, abstract Astral World, star after star emerged—dense, brilliant, and dazzling, spilling down stream after stream of brilliant glow that interwoven upon the invisible barrier, reinforcing the barrier left behind by the Original Creator.