"Had Sasrir not come, this could've been tricky." Truman eyed Lilith, whose expression grew colder, and reached into the air.
A lady in a dark robe was pulled from the mists of history.
At the same time, far at the outskirts of the Giant King's Court, Amanises narrowed her eyes, surveyed her surroundings, and entered a state of secrecy.
The next moment, the goddess emerging from the historical mist gleamed with the light of wisdom in her eyes.
She glanced at Lilith, locked in a standoff with Sasrir, and instantly understood everything.
"Secrecy!"
The goddess's form suddenly blurred and expanded, enveloping the entire area.
Seeing this, Truman tapped the Book of Dreams, and a burst of phosphorescent dreamlight erupted, amplifying the secrecy.
This already potent ability surpassed a certain threshold, erasing everything in the area like a sketch wiped clean by an eraser.
In that hidden world, Truman stood side by side with the goddess, observing the surging chaotic shadows and the galaxy of moonlight.
"Is this the power of an ancient god?" Both sides exercised restraint, not attempting to break the secrecy, but the interplay of their abilities still left Truman in awe.
"It won't take long," the goddess said softly.
Truman nodded. The fact that Lilith didn't immediately try to break free when the goddess shrouded everything in secrecy spoke volumes.
Perhaps the appearance of the Goddess of Misfortune made Lilith realize this was a broader coalition than she'd imagined, sparking her interest in joining.
"Let there be light!" Sasrir's chant echoed the Ancient Sun God's, as blazing sunlight bloomed from a chaotic sea.
The red moon hung high, casting moonlight.
The pride and madness on Lilith's face vanished, replaced by cautious scrutiny of the Blasphemy Slate in Sasrir's hand.
"Pathways of divinity? Mother, Moon?!" Lilith's expression shifted several times, but Sasrir timely obscured the most critical details of the two pathways, causing a flash of red in her eyes.
The goddess's eyes flickered, glancing at Truman with puzzlement.
"This is the advantage of knowledge monopoly," Truman remarked, opening the Book of Dreams. Phosphorescent dreamlight began manifesting knowledge of the Night, Death, and Warrior pathways.
Unlike Sasrir, Truman provided complete knowledge.
For a moment, silence reigned as the two goddesses reconstructed their understanding of the world.
"So it is…" The goddess's eyes trembled, then closed, letting everything settle into stillness.
The Sequence knowledge shocked the goddesses beyond measure, allowing them to reexamine themselves and plan their futures.
"The sun behind you is such a true god." The Ancient Sun God's existence left Lilith with no doubts about the accuracy of this knowledge.
When that sunlight illuminated, she could clearly sense a distinct difference between him and ancient gods like themselves.
It was a purity, while the characteristics of ancient gods were too mixed, making madness inevitable.
"We can cooperate, but you must help me expel my excess characteristics," Lilith said, looking at Sasrir, Truman, and the others.
"Hm, I suggest you expel the Moon pathway's characteristics," Truman said suddenly.
"Why the Moon?" Lilith, no longer daring to underestimate Truman, asked cautiously.
"Because of that." Truman pointed at the actual moon.
Sasrir and Lilith's expressions changed drastically!
The Goddess of Misfortune's eyes flickered. She knew the starry sky held issues, but the moon…
"Agreed!" Lilith, perhaps recalling something, showed deep wariness toward the moon and promptly consented.
"You know more than I expected," Sasrir couldn't help but say, looking at Truman.
Sequence 2 and above, even Sequence 3 Beyonders, knew the starry sky was problematic, but pinpointing the moon's influence on Lilith was beyond Sasrir's anticipation.
"Naturally." Truman gazed at the three, who had reached a basic consensus, feeling a strange sense of wonder.
A grand chess game that might have spanned millennia in the original timeline was now taking shape under his mediation.
"Hm…" Truman rubbed his chin, watching as phosphorescent dreamlight sparkled in the eyes of the three.
"Everyone, I have an idea…"
Truman grew excited, flipping open the Book of Dreams.
A wave of phosphorescent dreamlight enveloped them all. The three looked intrigued but didn't resist.
Within the Book of Dreams, endless orbs of dreamlight flickered like a torrent of phosphorescence. Truman entered first, and with a thought, the backdrop shifted to a vast starry sky.
With a wave, the dreamlight shimmered, forming a City of Stars, surrounded by towering hundred-meter stone pillars, as if supporting the entire cosmos.
Upon closer inspection, at the city's heart stood an infinitely dreamy palace, every detail exquisitely ornate, adorned with pearls, diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, and other gleaming gems.
Yet these were mere dreamlike facsimiles. The true wonder lay within the palace, housing countless beauties at the limits of human imagination.
But this beauty was abstract, a riot of colors at the edge of perception, vast as the cosmos, boundless. Each person could see their heart's deepest desire here.
Endless phosphorescent dreamlight flickered as the four arrived simultaneously.
"Here?!" Lilith's eyes brimmed with enchantment, her beauty in that moment rivaling the dream palace itself.
"Uh… ah…" A suppressed, languid moan sounded, lazy yet content. Lilith's eyes gleamed, locking onto Truman with a gaze that seemed ready to devour him whole.
To clarify, this devouring was literal.
Truman had seen a similar look when he first met the goddess.
"I've never been so clear-headed, as if this is the real me…" Lilith took a long time to calm down.
This was a dreamlike heaven, where madness and indifference melted into a tranquil fairyland.
"This place can suppress your inherent madness," Truman explained, tapping lightly. An ancient bronze round table materialized, with five positions and five chairs.
"God!" On one high-backed chair flashed an indescribable color, a sea seemingly containing infinite knowledge.
"Great Old One!" Another chair bore the unfathomable threads of fate, time, and history, twisted lines sketching a Sefirah Castle above the Spirit World.
"Mother Goddess!" The third chair shimmered with black light, an aggregation of all feminine forces, faintly revealing a polluted broodnest.
"End!" The fourth chair symbolized the singularity of all things, the termination and demise of the universe, gods, and old ones.
(End of Chapter)