Chapter 281

Chapter 281

Solomon: "…"

Solomon: "Why are you being so aggressive towards me..."

Moses glared at him and was about to roar at the fluffy ears peeking through his golden hair when Solomon quickly covered his ears.

"I turned off the communication." He said, raising his hand to release a bright yellow beam that blocked an unnamed entity sneaking closer.

The evil god, like smoke, partially dodged while the other part of its body still tried to approach. Fragmented murmurs flickered in the colored smoke, asking, "Has His true form awakened? Why hasn't He come to see me if He has?"

"You should also calm down!" Moses suddenly turned his head, silver light flashing in his eyes, dragging the unnamed entity into a dream as he shouted, "Don't act like you're on intimate terms with my Lord!"

"You really have a short temper now," Solomon commented.

"What did you say?!" Moses turned to glare at him again.

Solomon smiled, something he hadn't done during the battle with the unnamed entity.

The news of the awakening of the Mirror Pupil clearly had some impact on this Grand Inquisitor. Although he needed to focus on the current battle, he suddenly found the energy to chat idly with Moses.

He said, "The way you watch over your Lord, I would think He is the child of you and the Emperor of the Conch Blower."

Moses raised an eyebrow upon hearing this but didn't react with the anger one might expect.

This reaction made Solomon even more certain of some suspicions in his mind. Moses, who noticed Solomon's observation, did not avoid his gaze but instead sneered, saying, "If Lin doesn't keep a tight watch, He will recklessly walk into the mouth of the Fallen Heaven in the next moment."

He then scrutinized Solomon, remembering the LionMan's appearance from a thousand years ago. Back then, Solomon's face bore no scars that even flesh doctors couldn't heal, yet it seemed more terrifying than it does now.

Practitioners of the Light Dragon are the most sensitive to corruption and the least tolerant of it. Solomon used to be a typical practitioner of the Light Dragon, hating evil and refusing to back down, but after a thousand years, he had become adept at balancing various aspects and making compromises.

The facial features of the golden LionMan had softened considerably compared to his younger days, and he deliberately spoke in a gentle tone.

To those who knew his former self, such a Solomon seemed too strange, but for the new generation like Hui Cui Dover and Lin, they found nothing wrong with such an apostle of the Light Dragon.

Moses, who had spent a thousand years singing in the Sea of Dreams alongside the remnant of the Conch Blower, felt a rare sense of nostalgia. However, after his moment of reflection, he continued to sneer, saying, "It's not bad now; there are more people who need to watch over Him."

Solomon's expression froze.

He remembered bringing the Mirror Pupil to headquarters, only for the other party to ask about the Fallen Heaven a few days later.

Before, at least, there was a thought-body to help locate the young deity. Now that the deity had shed the thought-body and awakened as a non-physical existence, could they really find where He was?

Solomon fell silent for two seconds before laughing again.

"It's fine," he said cheerfully, "The Lord and the Emperors will have a way."

Wow, is this still the same person who used to say, "We must do more for the Emperors"?

Moses's doubts were clearly written on his face. Knowing what he was thinking, Solomon coughed as if someone had brought up his dark history, stepped forward, and called out, "Your Majesty, the Unnamed One!"

"Majesty?" Moses muttered behind him, "Is the Unnamed One even considered a god? The academic community hasn't reached a conclusion, right?"

Ignoring him, Solomon continued shouting, "Are you really that anxious?"

"…Anxious?" the Unnamed One repeated the word, but the tone didn't seem to indicate urgency, rather uncertainty about its own attitude.

"This time, the pollution seems not to have stripped the Mirror Pupil of much memory or humanity. I believe the greatest test has been passed," Solomon said, "In due time, the propaganda for the birth of the new Pillar God will begin, spreading the name of the Mirror Pupil to everyone's ears. His state will stabilize, and He will truly come of age."

"It's just a matter of procedure, no need to wait long," the LionMan spread his hands, "For beings like us who don't need to calculate our lifespans, it's just a blink of an eye."

The colorful mist lay on the ground, seemingly pondering Solomon's words.

What can it possibly think of, Moses thought with great sympathy, while Solomon pressed on, trying to persuade, "The one who promised to give you His memories is the Mirror Pupil Himself. There's no need for you to waste energy here with us. Wouldn't it be better to go back and wait for the Mirror Pupil to come to you?"

The Unnamed One continued to lie there.

After a long time, just as Moses began to wonder if it had forgotten its thoughts, the heavily polluted, multicolored mist slowly dissipated, leaving no trace.

Apart from the residual pollution, there was no evidence that it had ever been there.

Just as its appearance in Hui Cui's report was sudden, neither Solomon, who occupied the material perspective, nor Moses, who possessed the spiritual vision, could tell where it had gone.

It didn't matter if they couldn't figure it out. Over the past thousand years, Solomon had learned not only softer methods but also the old man's mindset of not delving too deeply into certain matters.

His job was to purify the pollution.

Moses couldn't understand how Lin had gotten entangled with this bizarre and mentally challenged deity.

"Do we really need to find Him?" he asked anxiously, "What if He spreads pollution to Lin…?"

"You also need to trust your Lord," Solomon replied, "When I delayed the cleansing of the Mirror Pupil's believers, I never expected such a perfect outcome."

"What's perfect about it!" Moses instinctively shouted, "Why not let my Lord return under the dome now? Can you hear me, Solomon? Don't cover your ears! Huh?!"

***

"Haha, ha…"

Lin laughed awkwardly.

Surrounded by the Pillar Gods.

Notifying the Golden Hammer to release the Mirror Pupil required three steps: first, Hui Cui praying to the Contradictory Twins; second, the Light Dragon confirming through Huan Banxiang Haiske that the three practitioners of the Mirror Pupil were indeed free of pollution; third, the Golden Hammer restoring the physical laws.

Lin's divine realm lit up again, the reality above the dome reflected in countless mirrors, forming a distorted mirror realm. The light reflected by the mirrors intertwined in the air, creating the illusion of the Mirror Pupil.

Lin, appearing on the earth once more, looked up at the sky but saw no dark, starless universe. Instead, the dust from numerous volcanic eruptions entered the stratosphere, forming a smoky veil that enveloped this fragile, last remaining planet capable of supporting human life.

It sounded quite secure, but in reality, so much volcanic ash was present because—

"Ugh," the Dragon of Light wept, "Ftoriak, you didn't have to hit so hard..."

—Because the Contradictory Twin had beaten the Dragon of Light.

The battle atop the dome was not complicated. The Golden Hammer withdrew his hand, shutting Mirror Pupil in the small black room, unwilling to let Mirror Pupil drag Fallen Heaven into dreams, which would prevent Fallen Heaven from continuing to interfere with the deceased Supreme Heaven. As the activity of Supreme Heaven's corpse decreased, the Contradictory Twin no longer needed to suppress the corpse.

Thus, the Contradictory Twin freed his hands to strike the half-conscious Mother of Sourceblood, the disoriented Dragon of Light, and the utterly bewildered Bellringing Frost Crow.

The results of the battle now lay before Lin, very clearly displayed. In just over a day, thousands of volcanoes had appeared on the surface, each one active.

The lava flowing at his feet, weakly bubbling, complained to Lin, "I think Ftoriak is a bit biased; He hits me the most."

Lin, the cause of the Dragon of Light's beating—Mirror Pupil—said nothing, only: "..."

Lin: "If it hurts, shall I hypnotize you?"

The lava, like a long, living creature, lifted itself from the ground, asking curiously, "How do you hypnotize?"

As soon as it spoke, droplets of lava passed through Lin's illusion, creating a strange déjà vu that made Lin imagine a golden retriever leaping at him, licking his face with its tongue.

"It's just making you feel no pain..." Lin explained. At this moment, the Contradictory Twin jingled past him, interrupting, "There's no need; it will affect His control over the body. Don't spoil Him."

Spoil... Lin shivered at the word, and the Dragon of Light instantly crouched low, hiding behind Lin.

...At least check if I can cover you? The young god with silver eyes twitched his lips, feeling guilty as he pretended to shield the Dragon of Light.

While shielding, he turned to look at the passing Contradictory Twin, and after a moment, his eyes widened slightly.

The man in tattered armor, the form the Contradictory Twin most often used for divine descent, gave Lin a sense of history coming to life.

But upon closer inspection, something felt off. The Contradictory Twin's divine form was not a man in tattered armor but a suit of tattered armor that could emit a male voice!

With the face completely obscured by the helmet, there wasn't much difference between the two forms, but Lin recalled that he had never seen any Pillar God truly possess a human form, which piqued his curiosity about what the Pillar Gods looked like before their ascension.

"Curious?" A strange voice, speaking Chinese, asked, "Finish your homework before you start extracurricular research."

"Homework?" Lin was puzzled, turning to see countless symbols swirling around him, then a phantom, like a holographic projection, appeared, flickering regularly.

This entity, appearing in the form of a middle-aged Asian man with black hair and brown eyes, dressed in a lab coat, had one hand in his pocket and the other quickly touching the phantoms, causing two of them to ripple and undulate before stepping back and looking down at Lin with a teacher-like gaze, asking, "Did you complete the predictive model I assigned you?"

Lin: "..."

Lin retreated behind the Dragon of Light, who bravely raised a section of his body to shield Lin.

Golden Hammer: "Tsk."

"Let's set this aside for now, but remember to do it. Show me a beta version in six months?" Golden Hammer let Lin off, changing the subject, "Tell us about Supreme Heaven. Ftoriak mentioned Hui Cui Dover's report. Apart from those occasional off-screen voices, you're the first to speak directly with Him."

The first to speak directly with Him?

After all these years, none of you have spoken to Supreme Heaven?

This statement left Lin perplexed. Meanwhile, he noticed that not only had Golden Hammer arrived, but also the Indian-looking cobbler and a raven flying in with a cold wind, all gathered around him, waiting for him to tell his story.

"Of course," Lin thought for a moment, "but first, tell me, what is Supreme Heaven?"

"Oh, that?" Golden Hammer tilted his head, saying, "Now I can tell you.

"Supreme Heaven, the sole, true god of this universe."