Top-Tier Sun Moon Star

Sasrir watched all of this in silence, surveying each seat one by one.

Finally, he looked at Truman, his face seemingly covered by a thick layer of shadow, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

Lilith and the Goddess, meanwhile, stared blankly at the two high-backed chairs representing "Mother Goddess" and "Terminus," feeling an inexplicable resonance with the symbols they depicted.

"Of course," Truman said, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "The fifth seat—Dream!"

The final chair symbolized boundless dreams, the orb of light floating in the Sea of Dreams, the limit of all beauty, signifying beautiful dreams coming true and wishes fulfilled.

Five chairs, five directions. Among them, the three pillars of the universe were complete, a hidden fourth pillar, and one for dreams.

"Please, take your seats!" Truman sat first in the "Dream" chair.

Sasrir, Amanises, and Lilith each took their seats.

From then on, only the seat of "Lord of the Mysteries" remained vacant.

"Still one short..." Truman lamented. That seat would likely not welcome its owner for several thousand years.

And the three before him were the ultimate Sun Moon Star combination!

"What does this symbolize?" the Goddess asked.

"Pillars and dominion!" Truman pointed out, but only Sasrir showed some reaction; Lilith and the Goddess were still unaware of such knowledge.

"From now on, let this be called the Dream Council. Any objections?" Truman inquired.

The gods all shook their heads. This place belonged to Truman, and it could suppress the madness and apathy inherent to their nature—they all owed him gratitude.

"However, these seats aren't fixed forever. Remember to guard them well," Truman said to the three.

The most dangerous among them was undoubtedly Lilith; one moment of carelessness and she might be devoured by the existence on the Moon.

Lilith and the Goddess of Misfortune both nodded lightly. They could sense that even becoming True Gods would only align them with a part of these symbols.

That meant there was likely a level beyond True God.

And who could grasp it?

Sasrir remained silent.

"The convening of the Dream Council is up to you. You can summon it when needed, and you can even come here to escape the erosion of madness," Truman set the rules on the spot.

"Agreed." Lilith was the first to raise her hand in vote. Here, she had true selfhood, undisturbed by madness.

The other two nodded as well.

"Alright, I can't think of anything else for now. Feel free to communicate. Oh, and one more thing—conversations here will not be known to anyone but yourselves." Truman crossed his hands, instantly exuding the bearing of a Secret Gathering convener.

The Goddess approached Lilith, and after a few brief exchanges, a secret, long-term, ruthless plan took shape, making Truman's heart race.

"These are probably the two most unprovokable women... gods in the world."

After confirming his role in the plan, Sasrir exchanged glances with Truman, then opened a private channel to chat on the side.

"Finally, here's to a pleasant cooperation, and a farewell to those Ancient Gods about to fade."

Truman materialized wine glasses before the gods. Sasrir and Truman's held white vodka; Lilith and the Goddess's held blood-red wine.

Clink!

Four glasses touched.

The gears of fate began to turn, and the tide of history surged forward.

The Goddess of Misfortune's consciousness returned to her true body, exiting the hidden state.

Her eyes sparkled, sharp and bright, as she looked toward the Giant King's Court. "Twilight Giant..."

"Not yet the right time." The Goddess sank back into silence.

As for Truman, he had already returned to the Ancient Sun God's Heaven.

Well... the City of Darkness was merely the Goddess's anchor, with almost no combat power and no ability to participate in this war. Going back was useless—this Pope gig really gave him no sense of accomplishment.

"Does your divine kingdom need a Pope?" Truman asked Sasrir.

At that moment, Truman saw an exceptionally rich expression on Sasrir's face. "Can a Pope hold a concurrent position?"

Even Sasrir was left speechless. How could he not detect the Anchor of Divinity on Truman? As a Pope, a divine agent, that aura was impossible to hide.

"Ahem! Just asking, just asking!" Truman was a bit embarrassed too.

"Then how about an Angel of Dreams under the Creator?" Truman had inspected this Sun God's Heaven. Its believers numbered at least dozens of times more than the City of Darkness, and all were true believers.

With the Anchor of Divinity from the City of Darkness, he could already leverage power comparable to Sequence 1 from the Book of Dreams. If he had dozens of times more believers, wouldn't he rival a deity?

He was truly covetous!

And in this world, true believers never hung their hopes on a single church...

Sasrir had never heard such a request before and was momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

"Well..." Just as Sasrir struggled to speak, a thought echoed in his mind, making his gaze at Truman even more peculiar.

"The Lord has agreed." Sasrir's expression was strange, unsure what his true body was playing at.

The next moment, he turned serious again. "The Lord has made a prophecy: Dreams shall become reality!"

Truman raised an eyebrow. "This is His prophecy?"

Sasrir nodded gently.

Even though the Ancient Sun God had not yet fully grasped the authority of Omniscience and Omnipotence, the prophecies He made still carried immense power.

"Dreams shall become reality..." This prophecy could be interpreted in many different ways.

"From now on, you shall be the Angel of Dreams beneath my Lord!" Sasrir said solemnly. "I will record you in the Holy Scripture, compile your deeds, and have them sung among the faithful."

"This..." It came too easily, and Truman was taken aback.

"Whatever comes, I accept!" Truman still took the position of Angel of Dreams. The Ancient Sun God had plans for him, but at its core, this was a transaction.

He needed those Anchors of Divinity.

"Good!" Sasrir nodded lightly. He arranged lodgings for Truman and even granted him an excellent territory outright.

But not long after, before Truman could even settle his territory, Sasrir brought important news.

"Lilith has joined the battle with the Vampire Clan. The other Ancient Gods are also stirring, preparing to enter the fray."

Hearing this news, Truman's expression tightened.

The Ancient Gods were descending one after another. The divine war had not yet erupted, but the war among Subordinate Gods and Angels had already begun.

In this era, the Ancient Gods all understood the function of anchors. Before the true divine war broke out, shaking those anchors was a common tactic.

In this age where everyone was mad, being a little madder wouldn't make you much stronger—but it would make you more prone to mistakes.

"You will set out with Medici and the others for the Giant King's Court."

"As for your mission... do whatever you want."

And so Truman formally departed for the Giant King's Court, which had already become the eye of the storm. Speaking of which, this storm was one he himself had stirred up!