Lin Chuan first glanced at Grisha nearby. He was leaning against the foot of the cross, his eyes closed and his expression peaceful and serene.
Nightfall, lightning, the cross atop the mountain, and the young man with his eyes closed formed a rather beautiful tableau. Perhaps Ouroboros would like it and paint it.
Right, where was Ouroboros? Wasn't he here watching over his Lord?
A trace of puzzlement arose in Lin Chuan's heart. Although Grisha didn't need Ouroboros to watch over him, it still felt strange for that airhead not to be here.
Had he gone off to paint murals in some temple again?
He didn't approach to disturb Grisha. The True Creator had been mad for over a thousand years. Peace was a rare luxury, so he might as well let him rest for a while.
...He would still be busy elbowing God Almighty's consciousness in his sleep anyway.
This was also why Lin Chuan had set his sights on the Knowledge Moor and absolutely refused to touch the Chaos Sea or Sefirah Castle.
There was no other reason: it would be a prison sentence.
Those two pillars, the Celestial Worthy and God Almighty-undoubtedly pillars-were still plotting their resurrection every day after all these years. Their deviousness knew no bounds.
Never mind a sefirah. Even if he consumed a few High Sequence characteristics from the three Mysteries pathways or the five Almighty pathways, he would have to consider the possibility of their wills awakening within him.
If he consumed too much, accommodating the sefirah, characteristics, and Uniquenesses together, the Celestial Worthy or God Almighty would probably wake up to find himself resurrected inside a rolling log. Then everyone could happily serve their prison sentence together until the original fetus was born.
If he consumed a little less, avoiding the