Aggregation

Truman was about to move and head to another battlefield with Medici, but in that instant, the prophecy of the Robe of the Sage was triggered.

Amid the convergence and dispersal of a stream of information, he saw a figure walk into a city he was fairly familiar with.

"Sasrir? The City of Silver?" Truman's heart stirred. He reached out and twisted the void, directly opening a door and wandering to the City of Silver.

He arrived just in time, catching sight of Sasrir, holding the Blasphemy Slate, stepping out from a corner of the City of Silver as well.

"Tsk? That fast?" Truman looked at the slate in Sasrir's hand, somewhat surprised. The ancient gods were still locked in stalemate; once the aura of the Chaos Sea appeared, it would likely trigger a divine war.

The war hadn't yet reached its climax, and the anchors of the great ancient gods hadn't clearly wavered—they weren't mad enough yet.

"It's not to start a divine war, but for the Elf King and the Dragon of Imagination." Sasrir saw Truman and gave a slight nod.

"Ankewelt might have discovered something, even the irritable Soniathrym is watching and waiting." Sasrir looked toward the direction of the City of Miracles.

"The Dragon of Imagination?"

What It imagines will surely manifest; the kingdom It fantasizes will surely descend upon the material world; the future It proclaims will surely unfold and become reality.

Such was the legend of the Dragon of Imagination, and the authority of the Visionary.

"The authority of the Dragon of Imagination can even stir the tides of fate."

And now, the future they had planned among the four of them clashed with the future imagined by the Dragon of Imagination, putting the Dragon on alert.

"Goshenam is clever enough to persuade Soniathrym." Sasrir sounded somewhat resigned.

"Ancient gods are mad, not stupid." Truman sighed again. And honestly, if you don't nerf the Spectator, you can't even play the game!

The Goddess's Authority of Concealment, his Book of Dreams, and even the Blasphemy Slate—these three things had thoroughly hidden all their schemes, yet the Dragon of Imagination still sensed something wrong from the currents of history.

Maybe they had been too hasty?

Lilith's downfall was indeed a bit rushed, but after experiencing peace, who would still want to be a madman?

"No need to overestimate the authority of imagination. Without the support of Omniscience and Omnipotence, imagination is ultimately just empty." Sasrir explained.

"Bringing Ankewelt into the game only takes a simple method." Sasrir lightly tapped the Blasphemy Slate.

"Law of Beyonder Characteristic Convergence?" Truman raised an eyebrow. The rules of this world were truly wondrous and infinite.

The Blasphemy Slate also recorded this law, and even the Acting Method was on it—it could be called the origin of Sequence potions.

"Exactly!" Sasrir held the Blasphemy Slate. "What is scattered will surely converge—this is a fundamental principle, enough to make the dragon and the elf king step in."

"As for what comes after... ancient gods, after all, when they gather together, trouble follows."

Sasrir chuckled softly, his palm brushing lightly over the Blasphemy Slate in his hand.

Rustle!

Truman stepped back, avoiding a collision between the Book of Dreams and the Chaos Sea, as the sound of surging waves echoed in his ears.

Before Sasrir, an exceptionally thick Curtain of Shadows appeared. The curtain slowly drew open, revealing behind it a sea of indescribable color, one that seemed to hold all secrets.

At that moment, looking at the Chaos Sea, Truman showed changes he himself hadn't anticipated. His expression turned indifferent, and his pupils flickered with a ghastly phosphorescent glow.

He had seen the Chaos Sea from a distance before, but this time, he was truly gazing upon its true form!

His expression was strange, like those mad ancient gods, and even the drowsiness he had always dreaded began to emerge, flooding his consciousness like a tide.

Chi!

The Badge of Divinity on his chest flashed with two kinds of radiance—the divine natures of Evernight and Eternal Day helped Truman regain a sliver of clarity. He opened the Book of Dreams, and Dream Phosphor cut off his line of sight.

Huff!

Cold sweat broke out on Truman's back, his brows tightly knit. "The Chaos Sea... a Sefirah!"

He keenly sensed the potential influence the Chaos Sea—and even other Sefirot—could have on him.

"I'll need to be careful when contacting Sefirot in the future..."

Truman had returned to normal. He looked up at Sasrir, now cloaked in the Curtain of Shadows. Only a pair of eyes emerged from the curtain, their gaze filled with the meaning of "Corruption" and "Indifference."

More like that lofty Ancient Sun God!

And at that very moment, Truman looked up at the sky, clearly sensing the surge of the ancient gods' power!

Two gazes, the fastest to lock onto the aura of the Chaos Sea, fell upon them. Truman's pupils contracted sharply, as if he saw a gray-white dragon with pale golden eyes and vertical pupils.

On the dragon's gray-white scales were engraved one mysterious three-dimensional symbol after another. If Truman's essence hadn't been immune to madness, the moment he saw those symbols, he would have fallen into mental chaos, twisted thoughts, and a strong urge for self-destruction!

The Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt!

And the other was a tyrant clad in black armor, treading on ocean waves, wrapped in storms, draped in lightning, with calamity in his eyes, holding a trident!

The Elf King, Soniathrym!

These two ancient gods, driven by the Law of Beyonder Characteristic Convergence, were the first to cast their gazes here.

Those gazes held sheer madness and craving, fixed on the Blasphemy Slate in Sasrir's hand.

"It connects to the Chaos Sea—it holds the potential to control the Chaos Sea!" Both ancient gods understood this.

Sasrir looked up at the two ancient gods with indifference, put away the Blasphemy Slate in his hand, and the Chaos Sea, containing all secrets, gradually faded from view.

"Damn it!" Mad Lightning Snakes exploded, the sky turning blazing white in an instant, his vision filled with countless bolts of lightning.

That curtain-like shadow rose up, using the power that had not yet fully faded to block all the lightning.

"Go!"

In the end, the curtain fell, completely covering Sasrir, and he vanished from this place.

"Roar!" Above the greatest palace of the City of Miracles, Levi-Sid, the Dragon of Imagination's eyes flickered with a desire that could not be soothed or restrained—if forcibly suppressed, even Its own state might undergo a mutation!

This intense convergence effect was even more terrifying than a curse.

"Seize it, take the Chaos Sea!" Ankewelt roared, casting a cold glance at the dragon race of the City of Miracles, and ordered indifferently, "March to the battlefield!"

"Roar!" Countless dragons lowered their heads and responded with low growls.

The same scene played out in the Elf King's Palace, and if not for the Queen of Calamities, Goshenam, holding him back, Soniathrym would have already turned into lightning and charged toward the City of Silver!

"The Chaos Sea is calling us!" the Elf King growled, his desire for destruction surging to unprecedented heights.

"Then let us set out!" Goshenam knew there was no stopping it now, and looked toward the elven soldiers who had long since assembled.

"By the Storm above!" All the elves roared, and surging white lightning churned over the sea, storms unceasing, raising terrifying tsunamis.

The emergence of the Chaos Sea accelerated the pace of war; all the Ancient Gods mobilized, advancing toward the Giant King's Court.

After the Subordinate Gods and angels under the command of the various Ancient Gods joined the battlefield, the intensity of the war skyrocketed by a full notch!