Chapter 407: Full Revival!

Chapter 407: Full Revival!

In the Hornachis Mountains, in the heart of the Land of Night, a massive stone throne sat in the depths of an ancient, dark, and secretive realm. A figure rested on the throne, elbows propped on the armrests, head leaning back against the chair.

His face was youthful, but his long hair was already half-white, with some strands hidden from view and others visible. He appeared male, carrying an indescribable sense of age-worn wisdom, with coarse black whiskers sprouting on his cheeks, giving a contradictory impression of being both ancient and young, both rational and mad.

Antigonus, the youngest son of the ancient god "Freglar", the Destroyer Wolf of the Second Epoch, the King of Angels of the "Seer" pathway, and the "Half-Fool" who harbors the singularity of the "Fool."

In the eternal silence and peace, as the Twilight gradually pushed back the Darkness in the sky, the lone survivor of the Wolf clan's eyelids trembled slightly, as if trying to break free from his desperate plight.

An ancient and weathered aura emanated from him, causing everything around him to fall into a "long slumber", while his own silence rapidly diminished, as if the forces acting upon him were being "grafted" elsewhere.

At the moment the "Twilight" fell and the "Darkness" relaxed, Antigonus suddenly opened his eyes.

The madness in his pupils had dissipated, deep black had invaded most of them, leaving only a faint trace of resistance, indicating that another consciousness was still struggling, preventing the ancient will awakening within him from completely taking control of his body.

The Venerable had revived!

Ignoring the feeble resistance of the body's owner, "Antigonus" silently rose from the stone throne. Grayish-white mist began to emanate from his body, occasionally pausing.

"The Sourcehold seems to have encountered a small problem..."

He spoke softly, a gentle and kind smile on his face.

A very weak consciousness had gained partial control over the Sourcehold. This consciousness was a contingency plan He had prepared for His resurrection, chosen from countless years ago and placed within one of the containers in the Sourcehold.

Originally, this container should have only been able to establish an initial connection with the Sourcehold after gaining divinity, and only then could it truly compete for control.

However, now, He felt that the fragile container's connection with the Sourcehold had deepened, though incredibly weak, it still held partial control over the Sourcehold and had not been overwhelmed by His revival.

"Antigonus" glanced at the ancient realm shrouded in endless "Darkness" and lifted his hand.

A door formed by starlight opened, connecting the Land of Night to another secret area.

It was a small town where Charatu, the founder of the Order of Esoteric Studies and another Sequence 1 Extraordinary Trait of the "Seer" pathway, was confined.

"Antigonus" smiled and walked in, the starlight door vanishing behind him.

In the next instant, a tide of darkness surged towards the Land of Night, engulfing the ancient realm's palace and the stone throne.

The form of the Goddess of Night, Amanneisis, appeared in the tide of darkness. Without hesitation, her body rapidly faded, intending to enter the Hidden Town, which she ruled, to intercept "Antigonus."

Her body faded away in one moment and recondensed in the next, still in the same spot, not moving an inch.

The entrance and exit to the Hidden Town were "sealed."

Amanneisis's eyes darkened, and a deep, dark force made the surrounding light even more feeble.

She was trying to use her identity as the "Mother of Secrets" and her mystical connection to the Hidden Town to break through the seal on the "door." Her form faded again.

In the void, Amanneisis's silhouette was outlined, but she did not appear in the Hidden Town. Instead, she appeared in a night church dedicated to her.

The mystical connection between the Goddess of Night and the Hidden Town had been misdirected, "grafted" to other related things, and she appeared in the "wrong" location.

Amanneisis did not stop her attempts to break the seal, her form continuously fading and recondensing.

She appeared before the holy emblem in the night church, by a still and dark lake, in the depths of the Twilight Cathedral, and before various things related to her, but she could not return to the Hidden Town.

Sensing the weakening of the Hidden Town's aura and the rise of another, Amanneisis pressed her lips together and gave up her attempts.

Her eyes, veiled and as beautiful as the darkness, shone with a complex, hesitant, and reluctant resignation, and she let out a faint sigh.

Then, a gentle voice, like a requiem, sounded.

"The Entropy Expander, expanding disorder."

"The extragalactic deity beyond the stars."

"The division and convergence of all Extraordinary Traits."

As the sacred names were just recited, a large, indistinct halo of light appeared before the Goddess of Night.

At this moment, the Goddess of Night felt her connection to the Hidden Town suddenly strengthen, no longer susceptible to being misled to the wrong place.

Then, that force rudely "invaded" the Gate’s seal, transforming into a ring of light that opened a passage for Her to the Hidden Town.

"How convenient..."

The Goddess of Night gazed at the dark and profound town, her body vanishing as if erased by an eraser.

...

In Tingen City, at the Black Thorns Security Company.

Klein, who was guarding Charnis Gate and filling out expense reports at his desk, suddenly felt his body weaken, his pen slipping from his hand.

He looked around in a daze, feeling everything around him slow down, and intense pain surged from the depths of his soul, making him involuntarily clutch his head and let out a broken, pained groan.

"Ugh..."

Klein fell from his chair, cold sweat drenching his body, his rosy cheeks losing their color, and he could only grit his teeth to endure the pain.

Is... is that mastermind attacking me?

This thought flashed through Klein’s mind as the pain began to blur his consciousness.

Before his eyes, the boundless gray fog enveloped the mysterious space where the Tarot Meetings were held, and his consciousness began to approach the fog.

But this time, the Fool’s position at the top of the Bronze Long Table was already occupied by a figure.

It was a blurry outline composed of grayish-white mist, exuding an ancient and weathered aura, calmly watching him.

Klein had a sense that when he truly sat in the Fool’s position and merged with that figure, his consciousness would be completely annihilated, replaced by the unknown mastermind.

Strange whispers echoed in his ears, no longer the alternating words "Horanichs" and "Freglar", but clearer, more direct calls.

"Do not resist, do not defy..."

"Give up the control of the part of Sourcehold you possess, and I will grant you freedom..."

"You can continue living as Klein Moretti, like an ordinary person..."

Klein, of course, did not believe the mastermind’s words, but he could not control his consciousness as it continued to approach the Fool.

Just then, Klein felt a warmth in his chest. He looked down in a daze and saw an ancient and ornate mirror.

The Arodus Mirror lent to him by Lu Ke!

The mirror’s surface suddenly emitted an ancient, chaotic light, as if all colors and possibilities were surging out, overwhelming the grayish-white mist and the blurry figure at the top of the Bronze Long Table.

The boundless grayish-white mist, as if reacting to a stimulus, actively clashed with the all-encompassing sea of light, using its home-field advantage to swallow the chaotic sea.

The grayish-white mist rapidly reformed, reassembling the blurry figure, though its aura was somewhat weaker.

Klein felt the pull that drew him closer suddenly weaken, but he still approached uncontrollably.

At this moment, more than a dozen indistinct halos of light appeared behind him.

These overlapping halos, sometimes separating and sometimes merging, surrounded Klein, stopping his approach and helping him regain control of his consciousness.

Realizing this was his chance to escape, Klein’s mind stirred, and he immediately prepared to return to his body.

"Zhou Mingrui, do you want to go home?"

The ancient, weathered voice echoed in his ears, low and seductive.

"Do you want to know the truth about your ‘transmigration,’ the truth your friends have hidden from you?"

The truth about... transmigration?

Klein’s thoughts hesitated for a moment, and his movements paused involuntarily.

...

In the Astral Plane, on the battlefield of blood and crimson flames.

The projection of the Dragon Lock Well above Lu Ke’s head became increasingly clear, nearly tangible.

The colossal, intertwined twin dragons with three heads roared deafeningly, their aura rising continuously.

The crimson light, symbolizing destruction and the end, pushed back the light and heat that could illuminate star systems, the storm and thunder that grew stronger due to “Rage,” and it pressed forward with a conquering attitude.

The Eternal Sun and the Lord of Storms, who had come together, were forced to retreat step by step, barely holding their ground without collapsing in an instant, but the overwhelming momentum was hard to resist.

When their auras weakened to a certain degree, a sudden burst of light appeared beyond the barrier!

The Crimson Moon suddenly became prominent, its color intensely deep and exaggeratedly expanding. Additionally, the Brown Star, Orange Star, Red Star, Golden Star, and Blue Star all shone brightly, emitting different qualities of light.

One by one, indescribably terrifying giant faces pressed against a transparent, cracked barrier, causing it to tremble and the cracks to widen.

The power sustaining the barrier was no longer sufficient!

At this moment, the "God of War" had fallen, the "Goddess of Night" was fending off the "Heavenly Venerable" awakening within Antigonus, the "Eternal Sun" and the "Lord of Storms" were being suppressed, and the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" and the "God of Steam and Machinery" were struggling to contain the cracks, their efforts falling far short.

If it weren't for the brief resurgence of "The Primordial", which not only stimulated the "Heavenly Venerable of the Mystic Yellow" and the "Primordial God", but also partially restored the barrier of the Astral Plane created by "The Primordial", the situation would have deteriorated much sooner.

The tapestry of civilization and the bronze-colored dragon decisively ceased their resistance, and the plump woman returned to her infant-holding posture. All three simultaneously "conceptualized" to block the cracks, stabilizing the trembling barrier.

The patterns of storms, waves, and thunder hesitated, their momentum weakening as rationality returned, as if considering whether to continue the inevitable defeat.

Sensing even the "Tyrant" beginning to retreat, the "Eternal Sun" no longer held back, his presence suddenly intensifying.

The blazing, radiant golden surface suddenly developed patches of darkness, which extended outward, forming a massive luminous figure enveloped in chaos!

This was the power from the "Sea of Chaos", a manifestation bearing the imprint of the "Primordial God"!

Early in the Second Era, when the will of the "Primordial God" within the "Ancient Sun God" awakened, the King of Angels, as the angel of the "Sun" pathway, was also eroded by the "Primordial God", occasionally losing consciousness.

This was the truth behind the "Feast of Betrayal."

When the "Ancient Sun God" allowed the "Primordial God" within to fully awaken and arranged for the deities of the "Redemption Rose" to collectively slay Him, creating a "Magic Potion" for the "Pillar" ascension without the mental imprint of the "Primordial God."

As a "Pure White Angel", He was controlled by the "Primordial God", losing consciousness and consuming the "Uniqueness" and Sequence 1 Extraordinary Trait of the "Sun", preventing the completion of the "Pillar" ascension potion.

The golden sun became even more radiant, more intense, more sacred, and the pure light illuminated the entire Astral Plane.

For over two thousand years, after becoming the "Eternal Sun", He finally had the right to contend with the will awakening within Him, struggling for years to barely control this power.

Once, He was used by a great existence, losing His self and betraying.

Now, He would never allow a new great existence to emerge within the barrier!

The golden sun transformed into an abstract pattern, filling the cracks, while a more powerful, chaos-wrapped luminous figure replaced Him, rushing toward the shadow that seemed to conquer everything.

Klein's brow furrowed for the first time, raising his crimson longsword and delivering a heavy strike toward the massive luminous figure that seemed to support heaven and earth.

The force of the end and the possibility of everything collided, causing all concepts to shatter and the rules of the Astral Plane to become even more chaotic.

Amidst the ethereal surroundings, Klein looked up at the sun patching the cracks and laughed with a mocking tone.

"Fool."

…………

At the edge of the sea above the God War Ruins.

Adam, with his light golden beard and holding the second "Blasphemous Stone Tablet", suddenly appeared. His eyes, clearer than an infant's, began to spread with a faint chaos hue.

The sea parted, revealing a path that led straight to where the blood of the Ancient Sun God stained the ground, straight to the projection of the Giant King's Court, and straight to the forsaken land.

Deep within the forsaken land, atop a mountain peak, a massive cross stood, with a shadowy figure hanging upside down.

This figure also held a stone tablet, with the chaos in his pupils deeper and more extensive than in Adam's eyes.

The "Hanged Man" symbolizes the fall of the self, but on the other side is sacrifice and bearing, destined to carry all the world's sins!

As the two figures drew closer, the "Humanity" and "Divinity" of the "Ancient Sun God" appeared in the same space, both raising their heads to look upward.

The stars of the Outer Gods lit up one by one, and the Astral Plane radiated with sacred and pure light, making the terrifying giant faces pressed against the barrier clearly visible.

After a brief exchange of glances, the shadowy figure released the first Blasphemous Stone Tablet born from the remains of the "Primordial God", while Adam raised the second Blasphemous Stone Tablet born from the remains of the "Ancient Sun God."

The two figures merged together.

(End of Chapter)

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