Truman was about to set off with Medici to another battlefield when, in an instant, the prophecy of the Sage's Robe was triggered.
Amidst the convergence and dispersion of information flows, he saw a figure step into a city-state he was somewhat familiar with.
"Sasrir? The Silver City?" Truman's heart stirred. He twisted the void with his hand, directly opening a door and roaming into the Silver City.
His timing was impeccable. He arrived just in time to see Sasrir walking out from a corner of the Silver City, holding the Blasphemy Slate in hand.
"Hiss? So fast?" Truman looked at the Blasphemy Slate in Sasrir's hand with some surprise. The ancient gods were still in a deadlock. If the aura of the Chaos Sea appeared, it could very well ignite a divine war.
The war had not yet reached its climax. The anchors of the great ancient gods had not been significantly shaken, and they were not mad enough yet.
"It's not about starting the divine war but about the Elven King and Ankewelt." Sasrir nodded lightly upon seeing Truman.
"Cohinem might have discovered something. Even the volatile Soniathrym is merely watching for now." Sasrir looked towards the direction of the City of Miracles.
"Ankewelt?"
What It imagines shall manifest. The kingdom It envisions shall descend upon the material world. The future It declares shall unfold and become reality.
This was the legend of Ankewelt—the authority of the Visionary.
"The authority of Ankewelt can even stir the tides of fate."
Now, the future that the four of them had planned conflicted with the future imagined by Ankewelt, making it wary.
"Cohinem is also smart enough to restrain Soniathrym." Sasrir sighed slightly.
"The ancient gods are mad, not stupid." Truman remarked again. Moreover, if the audience doesn't get trimmed down a bit, things will get out of hand! The Hidden Authority of the Goddess, his Dream Book, and even the Blasphemy Slate—these three things had completely concealed all of their schemes, yet Ankewelt still sensed something amiss from the tides of history.
Perhaps they had been too hasty?
Lilith's downfall had indeed been a bit rushed, but after experiencing peace, who would want to be a madman again?
"There's no need to overestimate the authority of Imagination. Without omniscience and omnipotence as support, Imagination remains nothing but an illusion." Sasrir explained.
"Bringing Ankewelt into the fray only requires a simple method." Sasrir lightly tapped the Blasphemy Slate.
"Extraordinary Characteristics Convergence?" Truman raised an eyebrow. The rules of this world were truly mysterious and boundless.
The Blasphemy Slate recorded this law, and even the Acting Method was inscribed upon it—it was essentially the foundation of the Sequence Pathways.
"Exactly!" Sasrir held the Blasphemy Slate. "What is scattered must converge. This fundamental principle is enough to drag the Dragon and the Elf into the battle."
"And after that... well, the ancient gods, once they gather, something is bound to happen."
Sasrir chuckled and gently brushed his hand over the Blasphemy Slate.
—Whoosh!—
Truman stepped back to prevent the Dream Book from clashing with the Chaos Sea. It was as if the sound of surging waves rang in his ears.
A dense shadow curtain appeared before Sasrir, slowly drawing open. Behind it lay an ocean, indescribable in color, seemingly containing all secrets.
At this moment, as he gazed at the Chaos Sea, Truman exhibited an unexpected transformation—his expression became indifferent, and his pupils flickered with a pale phosphorescent glow.
He had previously glimpsed the Chaos Sea from a distance a few times, but this was the first time he truly saw its essence!
His expression was strange—akin to the madness of the ancient gods. Even the drowsiness he had always dreaded began to surge, overwhelming his consciousness like a tide.
—Hiss!—
The divine badge on his chest flashed with two types of divine radiance—Wakefulness and Eternal Day—allowing Truman to regain some clarity. The Dream Book in his hand flipped open, and its dreamlike phosphorescence shielded his vision.
—Whoosh!—
Cold sweat dripped from Truman's back as he furrowed his brows tightly. "The Chaos Sea… Beyond Characteristics!"
He keenly sensed the influence the Chaos Sea and even other Beyond Characteristics could have on him.
"I must be more cautious when interacting with Beyond Characteristics in the future..."
Truman quickly regained his composure, raising his head to look at Sasrir, who was now veiled in the shadow curtain. At this moment, only Sasrir's eyes were visible through the darkness—eyes filled with "corruption" and "indifference."
More than ever, he resembled the lofty and supreme Ancient Sun God!
At that very moment, Truman looked up at the sky, clearly perceiving the surge of divine power!
Two particularly rapid gazes locked onto the aura of the Chaos Sea. Truman's pupils contracted as he seemed to witness a massive dragon with pale gold eyes and vertical pupils.
The dragon's gray-white scales were engraved with countless mysterious three-dimensional symbols. If Truman had not been inherently immune to madness, merely glimpsing those symbols would have driven him insane, distorting his thoughts and plunging him into self-destruction!
The Dragon of Imagination—Ankewelt!
The other figure was a tyrant clad in black armor, treading upon the waves, surrounded by storms, draped in lightning, eyes filled with calamity, and wielding a trident!
The Elven King—Soniathrym!
These two ancient gods were the first to cast their gaze upon the location due to the law of Extraordinary Characteristics Convergence.
Their eyes burned with madness and desire as they fixated on the Blasphemy Slate in Sasrir's hand.
"It connects to the Chaos Sea… It holds the possibility of controlling the Chaos Sea!" Both ancient gods instantly grasped this truth.
Sasrir coldly looked up at the two ancient gods, then withdrew the Blasphemy Slate. The ocean of secrets, the Chaos Sea, gradually faded away.
"Damn it!"
Lightning serpents exploded wildly, and the sky turned incandescent white in an instant, filled with endless thunderbolts.
The shadow curtain lifted, leveraging its lingering power to block the cascading lightning.
"Go!"
Finally, the shadow curtain fell, fully concealing Sasrir as he vanished from the scene.
"Roar!"
Atop the grandest palace in the City of Miracles, the eyes of the Dragon of Imagination burned with an insatiable, uncontrollable yearning. Suppressing it forcefully might even cause its own state to shift!
This powerful convergence effect was even more terrifying than a curse.
"Seize it! Take control of the Chaos Sea!" Ankewelt roared, turning to the dragons of the City of Miracles and issuing a cold command, "March to the battlefield!"
"Roar!"
Countless dragons lowered their heads and growled in response.
A similar scene played out in the Elven King's palace. Had Cohinem not restrained him, Soniathrym would have already transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing toward the Silver City!
"The Chaos Sea is calling us!" The Elven King growled, his urge for destruction reaching an unprecedented peak.
"Then we set forth!" Cohinem, knowing there was no stopping this, turned to the gathered elven soldiers.
"By the Storm!"
All elves roared in unison. The ocean raged with incandescent lightning, storms howled, and colossal waves surged.
The emergence of the Chaos Sea had accelerated the war. The ancient gods were all mobilized, advancing toward the Giant King's Court.
As the subordinate gods and angels of the great ancient gods joined the battlefield, the intensity of the war surged dramatically!