Possessing the memories of every bishop from the past ten thousand years, the wisdom accumulated by countless sages and saints, and a millennium of planning and preparation, the Pope's counterattack was clearly not a spur-of-the-moment decision.
He had investigated every piece of information he could find, and his understanding of Lockmadon surpassed that of all mortals. Even regarding this Abyss of Oblivion, he had achieved complete mastery.
On this point, perhaps only the ancient Wardens could compare with him.
The old bishop was giving Hao Ren a detailed account of everything he knew: "Its true body is at Spiral Hill, several hundred kilometers from here. On the other side of Spiral Hill lies the Maelstrom Sea, filled with primal energy and nightmare phantoms. It's a boundless region of thick fog. 'Boundless' isn't an exaggeration—it's literally the case. From the outside, the Maelstrom Sea only spans a few dozen kilometers, but if you venture inside, its space is actually unimaginably vast. You'll never be able to cross the fog. Only by holding a sacred artifact and returning in a straight line along your original route can you hope to survive. Therefore, when fighting Lockmadon, we must go around that area..."
King of Mountains - Gorton nodded. "That's Lockmadon's thought zone. Its thoughts leak out and form a domain like this. Only demigod-level intellects can move freely within it. Mortals will remain forever lost in its endless illusions—the capacity of a mortal mind is far inferior to Lockmadon's, and no matter how hard they try, they cannot break through the limits of its thoughts. The appearance of the Maelstrom Sea means that Lockmadon's mental activity has fully recovered. At least on the spiritual level, it has already completely escaped."
"Looks like I can operate there," Hao Ren said with a nod. "But