In the white tower, the headquarters of the Church of the Gods of Knowledge and Wisdom. After completing his prayer, Luca Brust focused once again on the matter of strengthening the seals. He wished to investigate the circumstances, uncover the hidden mysteries, and thereby develop new spells. As he moved floor by floor, inspecting each seal, Luca suddenly paused, his steps halted. His expression grew puzzled—he was uncertain whether to take his left foot or his right foot forward. It seemed to be a deeply profound and difficult-to-grasp question. Yet he couldn't leave the room—he was trapped here—and the old man, Parves Soloyasde, remained in a strange silence, never answering his questions. Fortunately, this posed no immediate danger, so Leonard could remain seated, thinking instead of acting. After an indeterminate length of time, he lowered his gaze to the coffee now placed again on the table, furrowed his brow, and murmured to himself, "What did I just want to do?" The Rosstead Islands, hidden within the secret city of Bayam. Danyz was entirely unaware of the changes around him, carefully adjusting the wired telegraph that had arrived in his room. The "Golden Dream" had recently arrived in the Sunya Sea, docking at a port with telegraph service. Danyz wished to warmly invite them to visit Bayam and experience the dignity of the Divine Messenger. If possible, he hoped the "Golden Dream" would make Bayam its home port, so that he could return to the ship at any time to join in the adventures, search for treasures, and also, selectively, attend the captain's lectures. As a well-rounded talent, Daniz was undoubtedly proficient in all aspects of telegraphy—both in knowledge and technique. Now, seated before the machine, his fingers flew rapidly, sending one sentence after another from his mind. At first, his thoughts were clear and his language polished, which made him feel a little proud. Gradually, however, his eyes grew fixed, his hands moving continuously as though guided purely by instinct. When the telegraph messages were finally transmitted, Daniz exhaled, picked up his cup, and took a long, steady sip of beer. "Faster than I expected," he thought, "even if I lose my job, I can still find a well-paying position at the telegraph office." He felt both proud and a little concerned. He casually picked up the telegraph copy, recalled the process of sending the message just now, and his expression gradually grew strange. "What exactly did I finally send?" Daniz murmured softly. He had seemed to have gently mocked the chief mate, second mate, the 'tin man,' and the 'water bucket,' before warmly declaring his feelings to the captain. "Good heavens, good heavens... how could I have let my thoughts go out into the open like this..." Daniz's face grew paler and paler, suspecting that the magic potion had taken control of him, and that the content of the message hadn't passed through his mind at all. He hurried to compose a new telegram, insisting that the earlier message had nothing to do with him—it was all Anderson's deliberate mischief, a series of clumsy, ill-conceived antics. At that moment, he realized something was amiss outside— the sky was gray and overcast, with not a single cloud in sight. ... Within the Star Realm, entities and things hidden by the 'Goddess of Night' gradually broke free of their constraints and returned to reality, one after another, in a certain sequence. And they, like the true form of Amun, appeared somewhat呆滞, failing to react immediately. Additionally, the "Goddess of Night" hovered slightly uncertain in midair, still undecided about what to do next, though her instinct was to first secure her own defenses. The "Lord of Storms," the "Eternal Sun," and the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom," each confined within their own thick, prism-like beams of light, also exhibited noticeable changes— their intensity of counterattack had clearly diminished, giving the impression that they were beginning to question whether the beings before them were indeed adversaries. The "God of Light" set down the "Trenzosth Yellow Book" and directly returned to the "Lamp of Wishes" within. He seemed to have pushed himself to the limit, compelled to retreat into his seal, yet also as though recalling something, instinctively stepping back. Antigonus, once again regaining his sense of self and awareness, became momentarily bewildered, his face filled with questions: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? What had happened around them? Within the land forsaken by the gods, the immense, once-luminous shadows of the ancient solar deities sighed and spoke once more: "Let there be light!" The radiance of the stellar realm brightened, piercing through the eyes of the true form, the emanations, the "Primordial Maiden," and the "Hidden Sage." They instantly regained clarity and, seizing the moment, responded in diverse ways: Vast streams of information surged outward, merging seamlessly into the surrounding symbols and then vanishing; The serpentine, black tendrils rising from their eyes, which had been pressing upon their eyeballs, swiftly retracted, disappearing into unknown places; The true form of Amun gazed at the newly elevated Caine, deciding to forgo the opportunity to influence him during his unstable state, and raised his hand to adjust the single-lens spectacles crafted from crystal worn upon his right eye. At that instant, his form fragmented, transforming into one portal after another—seeming both ethereal and tangible. These doors open and close simultaneously, allowing neither the Goddess of Night nor any other entity to grasp exactly where Amun's true form departs. Once Amun's true form recedes, his manifestations fade and vanish mysteriously—this exploits a flaw, equating "Amun's true form departing" with "Amun's beings departing." At the same time, the immense, luminous form of the ancient sun god contracts and fractures, returning to Adam bearing a dense shadow. The vast sea of colors and possibilities that once embraced Adam dissolves instantly, as though returning to the depths. Looking upward toward the stellar realm, Adam, through the fissure, reenters the realm behind the veil of shadow. His fusion with the "True Creator" is only just beginning and has not yet concluded; the earlier effort to elevate him to half a Day of the Gods was notably tentative and daring—this will necessitate a significant slowing of their subsequent progress. Within the stellar realm, as the great war subsided, the vivid tapestries of civilizations, the natural barriers woven from various plants, and the ethereal crimson moon gradually faded, seemingly returning to their origins elsewhere. First, the "Lord of the Storm," the "Eternal Sun," and the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" shattered the dense luminous halos encircling the divine realm, then settled into quietude, once again sealing the cracks in the world's barrier as before. The "Goddess of Night," floating above the ancient palace, withdrew her black sarcophagus, her twilight greatsword, her bird-shaped golden adornment, and her four arms, turning her gaze downward. The semi-transparent dark cloak, now revealing the form beneath, transformed into that of Caine. Caine pressed one hand against the mask that seemed to hover faintly upon his face, and the other rested at his abdomen, his back slightly curved, as though enduring an indescribable pain. As soon as he lifted his head to gaze upon the "Goddess of Night," her face veiled in a thin black veil, a dark cloak materialized around him. From beneath the cloak, one after another, smooth and eerie tentacles extended outward. Since becoming the "Fool," the "Fuying Xuanhuang Tianzun" within him had undoubtedly awakened even further. The frantic murmurs and roars continued to echo in Klein's ears, tearing at his spirit and making him realize that this would become his new normal. The "Master of Mystery" could never be killed—though His will might be gradually eroded by time, His spirit would endure forever, poised to seize control of Klein's body and fully resurrect Him. Had it not been for the recent defeat of the "Master of Mystery's" will, which had left the now-awakened deity somewhat weaker than Klein had anticipated, Klein himself doubted he could have endured much longer, and would have simply watched his body collapse, transforming into a wholly different existence. Of course, he could also ask the "Goddess of Night" for a drop of water from the "River of Eternal Darkness"—but that would only be a temporary solution, merely delaying the inevitable. Relying on his own consciousness and the anchor, Kline stabilized the "Divine Sovereign's" will within himself. At that moment, he found himself utterly unable to speak. The "Goddess of Night," floating above, gently nodded. "Right now, what you need most is stability," she said. Then, her form began to fade, inch by inch, returning to the divine realm of the gods. Kline turned to look at Antigonus, still somewhat bewildered, and, with a thought, took the "Lamp of Wish" and the "0-02" items, returning to the "Source Fortress." Antigonus sat within the partially collapsed palace, seated on the massive stone throne, feeling as though he had just woken from a very long dream. ........ Within the "Source Fortress," Kline took the seat of the "Fool" and focused intently on stabilizing his own mental state. As before, until he achieved initial stability, he couldn't seek psychological treatment unless he visited the "dreamer" Adam—though that very visit might drive him further mad. Once a bit stabilized, Caine quickly reviewed the powers he had acquired: It was called "Deception!" It not only encompassed the powers of history, time, fate, change, and secrecy, but also symbolized "blind ignorance" within the realm of the mind—the simplest application being to reduce an opponent's intelligence. Just as Caine was preparing to delve deeper, a sudden inspiration struck him. "Who has invaded the Source Citadel!?" And only upon the successful invasion did Caine receive the clue! Caine suddenly lifted his head, gazing downward at the weathered long table, where gray-white mist had formed a doorway at some point. A figure emerged—wearing a pointed soft hat, single spectacles, and a classical black robe. Amon! There was a faint, deep black hue in the "Man of Errors'" eyes, and his smile seemed a little mad. He calmly surveyed the room, pushed his glasses down, and smiled, asking, "Surprised?" Cain wished to summon the "Source Citadel" to drive the man away, only to discover that Amon had, at some point, also gained mastery over it! Amon turned his gaze toward him, pulled out a chair, and sat down, chuckling, "I've released the suppression on the 'Master of Mysteries'’s will within me. He is the sovereign of the 'Source Citadel'—so am I, in effect. Naturally, I can come in. It's quite daring—though even I, until now, hadn't dared to attempt it. But since you've grown to this level, I have no choice but to take the risk. It's exhilarating, and the results are quite promising." As he spoke, slender, slick, and strangely eerie tendrils surged forth from beneath his garments. He had willingly allowed part of the 'Master of Mysteries' to revive, and in doing so, had himself plunged into a state of partial madness. P.S.: There will be an additional update tomorrow, as a way of thanking everyone.