Dream Council

"If Sasrir hadn't come, this might have been a bit troublesome." Truman glanced at Lilith, whose expression was growing colder by the moment, and reached out to grab at the air.

A lady clad in a Dark Robe was pulled forth from the Fog of History.

At the same time, Amanises, far off at the edge of the Giant King's Court, narrowed her eyes slightly, surveyed her surroundings, and entered a state of concealment.

The next second, the goddess who had emerged from the Fog of History had a gleam of wisdom flashing in her eyes.

She took one look at Lilith, who was locked in a standoff with Sasrir, and instantly understood everything.

"Concealment!"

The goddess's form suddenly turned ethereal and expanded, enveloping the entire region.

Seeing this, Truman also tapped the Book of Dreams, and Dream Phosphor erupted violently, reinforcing the concealment.

This already formidable power surpassed a certain threshold, and everything here was erased like a pencil sketch wiped clean by an eraser.

Within that concealed world, Truman stood shoulder to shoulder with the goddess, watching the surging Chaos Shadow and Moonlight Galaxy.

"So this is the power of an Ancient God?" Both sides were exercising restraint, not attempting to break through the concealment, but the sheer variety of abilities on display still opened Truman's eyes.

"It won't take long," the goddess said softly.

Truman nodded. In truth, the fact that Lilith hadn't immediately tried to break free when the goddess used concealment to shroud everything already said a lot.

Perhaps it was the appearance of the Goddess of Misfortune that made Lilith realize this was a broader front than She had imagined, planting the thought of joining in.

"Let there be light!" Sasrir's chant was already close to that of the Ancient Sun God, and blazing sunlight burst forth from that chaotic sea.

The Red Moon hung high, casting down its moonlight.

Beneath the moon, the arrogance and madness on Lilith's face vanished, replaced by a cautious gaze fixed on the Blasphemy Slate in Sasrir's hand.

"Divine Pathway? Mother, Moon?!" Lilith's expression shifted several times, but Sasrir timely concealed the most crucial parts of the two pathways, causing a flash of red light in Lilith's eyes.

The goddess's eyes flickered, and she looked at Truman beside her with confusion.

"This is the benefit of knowledge monopolization," Truman remarked with a sigh, opening the Book of Dreams in his hand. Dream Phosphor began to manifest the knowledge of the Evernight, God of Death, and Warrior Pathways.

The difference was that the knowledge Truman offered was complete.

For a moment, there was silence as the two goddesses reconstructed their understanding of the world.

"So that's how it is..." The goddess's eyes trembled slightly before finally closing, letting everything fall into stillness.

The shock that Sequence knowledge brought to the two goddesses was beyond imagination, allowing them to re-examine themselves and plan for the future.

"The Sun behind you is a True God of this kind." The existence of the Ancient Sun God left Lilith with no further doubt about the correctness of this knowledge.

When that sunlight shone, She could clearly perceive the stark difference between the other side and Ancient Gods like themselves.

It was a kind of purity, while the characteristics of Ancient Gods were far too mixed—madness was unavoidable.

"We can cooperate, but you need to help me expel the redundant characteristics," Lilith said, looking at Sasrir, Truman, and the others.

"Mm, I suggest you expel the Moon Pathway," Truman suddenly said.

"Why the Moon?" Lilith no longer dared to underestimate Truman and asked cautiously instead.

"Because of that," Truman said, pointing up at the real moon.

Both Sasrir and Lilith's expressions changed drastically!

The Goddess of Misfortune's eyes flickered. She naturally knew the Starry Sky had issues, but the Moon...

"Agreed!" Lilith, for reasons unknown, seemed deeply wary of what was above and agreed directly.

"You know far more than I imagined." Even Sasrir couldn't help but look at Truman.

Anyone above Sequence 2, or even Sequence 3 Wanderers, knew the Starry Sky had problems, but being able to pinpoint the Moon's influence on Lilith was beyond Sasrir's expectations.

"Naturally." Truman looked at the three before him, who had now reached a basic consensus, and felt a strange sense of wonder rise within him.

A great game that might have stretched for millennia in the original trajectory had already begun, set in motion by his bridge-building.

"Hmm..." Truman stroked his chin, a glimmer of Dream Phosphor sparkling in his eyes as he looked at the three.

"Everyone, I have an idea..."

Truman suddenly grew excited and opened the Book of Dreams.

A surge of Dream Phosphor enveloped everyone. The expressions of the three were somewhat peculiar, but none of them refused.

Inside the Book of Dreams, countless dreamlike orbs shimmered with surging phosphorescence like a torrent. Truman was the first to enter, and with a single thought, the backdrop transformed into the vast Starry Sky.

He waved his hand, and the phosphorescence coalesced into a City of Starry Sky, surrounded by hundred-meter-tall majestic stone pillars that seemed to support the entire heavens.

Looking closer, at the center of the City of Starry Sky stood an infinitely dreamlike palace, every part of it exquisitely ornate, adorned with pearls, diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, and other glittering gems.

But these were all mundane dream-things; it was within that Dream Palace that countless wonders at the limits of human imagination resided.

Yet such beauty was more abstract—a riot of colors, a limit of perception and sensation, as vast and endless as the Starry Sky itself. Everyone could see the thing they most desired within.

Endless Dream Phosphor flickered as the four descended together.

"This place?!" Lilith's eyes were filled with utter enchantment. At this moment, She possessed a beauty that could rival even the Dream Palace itself.

"Ah... ah..." A suppressed moan escaped Her lips, languid and content. A dazzling light sparkled in Lilith's eyes as She stared intently at Truman, a look that seemed ready to devour him whole.

He had seen a similar look before, the first time he met the Goddess.

Don't misunderstand—this "devouring alive" was meant literally.

"I have never been so clear-headed, as if this moment's me is the real me..." It took Lilith a long time to calm down.

This was the dreamlike Heaven, a fairyland where madness and indifference both subsided into peace.

"This place can suppress the madness inherent in your essence." Truman explained, lightly tapping. An ancient bronze round table materialized, with five seats arranged in five directions.

"From now on, this shall be called the Dream Council!"

"God Almighty!" On one of the high-backed chairs flickered a color impossible to describe, yet it seemed to contain an ocean of infinite knowledge.

"Lord of the Mysteries!" On another chair flashed that unfathomable fate, time, and history, twisted lines sketching a Sefirah Castle above the Spirit World.

"Mother Goddess!" On the third chair pulsed a shifting black radiance—the convergence of all feminine power, with the filthy Mother Nest faintly visible within.

"Terminus!" The fourth chair represented the singularity of all things, the end and annihilation of the universe and every god and Great Old One.