Silence, and Silence Again

Everyone present was stunned.

The scene was so utterly inconceivable that they could not help admiring the Tower of Reason's ingenious ideas and bizarre methods for researching gods and divinity.

"These strands of silk... are they divinity?"

To be honest, this was the first time Cheng Shi had seen divinity in a state other than radiance. Morabik nodded, raised the Abyssal Crystal in his hand slightly, and signaled with his eyes to his companion that it was time for the other party to operate.

The person directing this experiment was clearly not Morabik, who had cut open the mineral pouch, but Allen Doyle, who had been standing silently to the side all along. His expression was complicated, but after looking around, he still resigned himself to stepping forward.

Just as Morabik had said, they had no choice.

With a solemn expression, he took Zainjil's finger and began activating the power within it, turning it into a thread far thinner than the strands of divinity. He cautiously lowered it into the mist, sensing and attempting to strip away and hook the intertwined divinity.

Allen Doyle's expression was stern as he worked, and he did not say a word. Morabik, meanwhile, seemed more like a scholar of Truth than a sage of Folly. As the "experimental support," he patiently and earnestly explained everything to them:

"When the existence of the Abyssal Crystal was first discovered, the Alchemy of Creation Department tried all kinds of methods to approach the divinity within it. But divinity is sacred and cannot tolerate the contamination of even the slightest mortal impurity. The moment any ordinary power entered the mist, the divinity would instantly collapse and scatter into dust within reality.

"So, although Allen Doyle seems to have easily sent in the 'tool for stripping divinity,' the Tower