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Chapter 538 I am the past, present, and future

The first to act was Dongya, and the prophets were quickly mobilized.

Then, in less than five minutes, they found out who the culprit was.

Without him.

Vera projecting the Sanctuary directly onto the Great Icefield was fucking blatant. The Destiny Chart Avina gave her could indeed conceal fate, but unfortunately, it couldn't conceal the eyes of the prophets.

Anyone with eyes could see the earthquake-like fissures and tremors on the Great Icefield, seemingly originating from underground but actually breaking through the barrier between the deep sea and the prophets, a surge of spiritual energy gushing forth from the deep sea, and the towering towers standing high on the icefield pointing towards the sun.

Without exception, all of these are too conspicuous.

The moment the tower on the ice field was discovered, Dongya launched the first attack. The world Vera saw was slowed down continuously for a moment, and eventually almost stopped, turning into a black and white world.

Those icebergs and ice fields, faded by time, reveal countless gray-white threads, like a salvo of missiles, trailing their somber colors, breaking through the frozen winds and clouds, weaving a net large enough to capture the entire world.

The prophets of the Apocalypse are adept at predicting the future, largely because they perceive the world in only two colors. Orlando, the prophet captured by Tia, was a master of this art.

Dongya, on the other hand, has already reached the pinnacle of perfection.

The reason why Vera's world is frozen in black and white is also very simple: the eyes are the windows to the soul. After she looked into Dongya's eyes, she saw the world reflected in Dongya's pupils.

This effect, akin to Medusa's curse, is merely an insignificant passive ability on Dongya.

As Dongya ascended into the sky, coldly watching her, Vera could even clearly sense the "fate" element in Dongya's eyes, which seemed to manipulate the future and destiny at will.

Twelve pale, jade-like arms extended from the woven net, seemingly capable of covering the sky with a single hand, yet when they got close to Dongya, they were only the size of an ordinary person's arm.

A pair of hands covered her mouth.

A pair of hands closed around her ears.

A pair of hands covered her eyes.

Ignore, ignore, and don't ask.

The other three hands clenched into fists, from top to bottom—

Boom!

With just this one strike, the defensive ritual of the Moon Gazing Tower trembled violently, revealing mottled cracks in the translucent shield, and Vera almost fell while leaning against the wall.

On the tower, Vera's gray-white world regained its color. She watched as the fist, almost the size of a mountain, was about to fall, and as more and more prophets around her continuously unleashed gravity balls, lethal rainbows, meteors, and thunderclouds towards the tower. She swallowed hard.

"Can I...can I surrender?"

Dongya in the sky had her mouth and nose completely covered, remaining silent. Only her pale arms were raised high once more, obscuring the sun and clouds.

Vera was on the verge of tears.

She had considered that the prophet might be difficult to deal with.

But isn't this a bit too difficult to deal with...?

The multi-headed giant serpent Palam!

Where is the Immortal Lord of the Eye Demon?!

Where are you?!

Please help!

If this goes wrong, she might really end up meeting her older sister Tia in the deep sea!

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Dongya stood at the door of the townhouse, looking at Tia who had come to knock on the door again with some pity. "I am in a nightmare, and you have come into the nightmare. You must be trapped by me. And I have some plan to delay you."

"And your power is almost surpassing normal Sequence 3, reaching Sequence 2. Especially this."

Dongya twirled her fingers, a wisp of crimson mist drifting away from her fingertips, and said, "A transmutation alchemist, but I've never seen such a ritual. You arrived here from the future."

"And considering your power, which has troubled me to the point that I have to stop you—I am projecting a star chart of destiny."

Tia did not answer.

Because she was roasting her kidneys, liver, and heart with golden fire, which made her throat dry.

Incidentally, a knife was inserted into the major artery, and golden fire accumulated inside the body, attempting to form a large fireball.

Dongya let out a silvery laugh: "And you're about to lose. Winning a thousand times in your nightmares won't change that fact."

The holy blood healed her throat. "It's hard to say," Tia said.

"Hmm. If I had succeeded, then in your future, I would definitely have been projected into the deep sea along with the star map, and this nightmare should have ended. But the nightmare hasn't ended yet. That means I haven't succeeded yet."

Dongya asked in confusion, "What methods did you use to delay the time?"

"Rely on connections."

Do you have many friends?

"Just right."

"Relying on people alone won't be an obstacle for me. I will overcome all difficulties to project the star map. You won't succeed. But you seem very confident."

Dongya asked curiously, "But I'm still very curious, why are you so determined to stop me from projecting the Destiny Star Chart? Did I bother anyone? Or did you blow up your sanctuary?"

Tia crossed her arms and said, "The reason is simple—my sister's soul has merged with a star map."

"I see. So that's why you tried so hard to stop me, all to save your loved ones' lives."

Dongya suddenly realized and said, "But even if we follow the star map into the deep sea, we won't die."

"You won't die?"

"No—it will just live in another form."

"What do you mean?"

Tia sensed that the nightmare was on the verge of collapse; a few more transformation rituals from her would dissipate it on its own. But Tia was now very interested in Dongya's problem, and, unsurprisingly—Eleanor should already be deep in the sea.

"After entering the layer of truth, it will affect the entire history. Even the destiny star chart projected from the future will be affected in the past. There will be destiny star charts in the past, present, and future. And those who merge with the destiny star chart will naturally become the God of Destiny. There will be His sanctuary in the deep sea. It is a very special sanctuary, not the kind formed by ordinary nightmares, but one that rises from the layer of truth. When it rises, it will attract many deep-sea spirits to attach themselves to it, trying to take this opportunity to return to the upper deep sea."

Dongya said, "The gods of the Sanctuary will return to the upper deep sea after countless millennia, and the self they remember will reappear in the world in another form. However, such gods are very rare. Some may be devoured by the spirits of the deep sea when they ascend, while others will die along with their 'self' in the material world, and the Sanctuary will sink and be stolen by other spirits."

"King Solomon was such a god. However, after his death, the sanctuary was not stolen, but remained in the Imperial Council. Later, it was divided among the nations, allowing them to establish their own ways to protect their countries and people—before the Year of Order, no nation was obligated to follow any particular path. The current ascension ceremony was established not only through the military coercion of the saints, but also as a result of trading the shattered sanctuary with the spirits."

This sounds like you won't die, but being resurrected after countless millennia... is practically the same as being dead.

"But that is the only miracle that can bring someone back from the dead."

Dongya said with great interest, "Now that I've finished speaking, may I ask you—the future guest?"

Chapter 539 The Name of Eleanor Moen

Why were they able to win?

It's very simple: as this nightmare crumbles, seawater has seeped into it from the deep sea.

This wouldn't seem unusual to the person experiencing the nightmare, because they were already in the deep sea, and the so-called "deep sea" they were diving into in their dream was actually an illusion.

However, for any Sequence Four from the deep sea or the material world, the soul has been completely immersed in extraordinary elements, and the connection with the deep sea has become increasingly close. At this moment, one can feel the anomalies in the deep sea.

— Turbulent currents are rising in the deep sea.

This is Vera's masterpiece.

Dongya stood behind the doorway and asked again, "Now that I've finished speaking, may I ask you—the visitor from the future—how can you be so certain that you will win?"

The moment the last syllable fell, crimson Hermes aura rose beneath her feet, and Dongya stared in astonishment at the black-haired girl outside the door.

Despite having dealt with Hermes' aura dozens of times in countless cycles, the power of time reversal left her, trapped in a nightmare, powerless to glimpse her destiny or find a way to cope.

Moreover, the entire world was crumbling. Dongya, the door frame around her, and the interior behind her became blurred and shook violently. The last syllable was also infinitely stretched out, and the server was extremely laggy.

Tia reached out her hand, her fingertips stirring the sparks of the golden fire. Dongya suddenly felt an astonishing heat devouring her life force, but her power was extremely unstable and even dissipating.

Dongya seemed lost in thought:

Is the nightmare finally about to break down?

But her thoughts couldn't keep up with the speed at which the nightmare dissipated.

You'll find out soon enough.

Tia gently brushed her fingers across Dongya's eyes, covering them, and with a loud shattering sound, countless cracks were torn open in the space in front of her. From the walls, the floor, the air, and even Dongya's mouth and ears, dark, viscous seawater like oil flowed out.

Whoosh!

The seawater burst through the nightmare with a roar, gushing out from everything in sight, and Tia's vision went black instantly.

The viscous, jelly-like texture of the deep sea also enveloped its entire body.

I don't know how much time has passed.

She then saw a pale white light appear before her eyes.

That was the light emanating from the sea surface, the material world. Illusory, radiant human figures stood on the surface, spreading a pale golden mist, turning the entire sea surface into a platinum color.

Within the mist, behind the radiant humanoid figure, a golden sun rose, consisting of seven concentric circles, one encircling the other, spreading infinitely outwards. Even at a depth of 30,000 meters in the deep sea where Tia was, it could be clearly seen.

And Radiance and Tia were exceptionally close.

The light and blood contained within the soul constantly call out to the illusory glow on the sea and in the sun, like that within ice.

Tia's Hermesian aura spread with the seawater, as if chanting in unison: "O prophet! Now listen, this is what I will say to the Holy Spirit Eleanor: 'Truly, truly, I tell you, as lightning flashes from the east to the west, so it will be when I return to the earth. But this cannot be done except through you.'"

"For I am the first and the last, who died and came back to life; and now I myself shall stand on the earth."

As the hymn of praise rang out, Tia saw countless gray-white threads of destiny surging from all directions from the sea, enveloping the land and the ocean, as the light illuminated the scene.

One of the threads suddenly drooped into the deep sea, like the spider silk of Gandhara.

The moment the thread of fate fell, a very familiar person appeared before her: the Great Prophet, the Faceless One, Donya Bahram, with short brown hair and a white choir robe.

Upon seeing Dongya, Tia smiled and said, "I knew you would come."

Dongya's eyes were bloodshot, and she was panting heavily. "How did you do that?"

"Eleanor and I were one."

“So that’s how it is… No wonder! Frynn Bonaparte is you, and Eleanor is Frynn Bonaparte. No wonder! No wonder you specifically sent the Scripture back to Westerburg. But what do you intend to do with the Scripture? Elevate the Sanctuary, or project it?”

Tia said, "Yes, we have everything, but we're not obligated to tell you exactly what to do or how to do it. Would you like to sit down for a while, or perhaps we could chat in my temple?"

"I'm still very busy."

"You're so busy, yet you still took a moment to chat with me?"

"After I took Elvira, the chances of a successful future suddenly dropped from seven out of ten to one out of ten—I had to find out where things went wrong, and regardless of success or failure, I had to teach future generations a lesson."

"Still not giving up?"

Dongya suddenly laughed out loud, "If I were willing to give up so easily, Sulph! You wouldn't be seeing Dongya Bahram now. You would be seeing some other great prophet. If I lose, I will kill Elvira."

Tia clapped her hands as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world and said, "Then you should try it. I bet you won't dare."

"How did you guess that?"

"Because what I see now is not some other great prophet, but the delusional Dongya Bahram."

Tia ignored Dongya and said, "Just watch. I will rise eventually, and I must rise."

"No one around me will die, and no one around you will succeed."

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No one will succeed.

The sky was covered with dense, gray-white threads, stretching outwards from the center of the Great Icefield, covering almost two thousand miles of sky. Any creature that reached Sequence Six or unfortunately met Dongya's gaze widened in shock and trembling at this miraculous web.

Dongya, like a spider leaping across a web, swiftly jumped from one location to another on the vast ice plain. In just a few breaths, she had already flown past the forward outpost. As Dongya approached Eternal Night Fortress, she suddenly paused in mid-air.

"It won't succeed..."

Before Dongya could continue jumping, her figure was suddenly fixed in the sky by the web of fate, and the infinitely expanding web instantly stopped its outward expansion.

"...The preface and introduction are omitted. I hereby receive the decree of Grand Councilor Winderston and the legal authority of the various codes of the Holy Solomon Empire, and am protected by the law. This is the northern border of my Empire. I hereby decree: the false prophets of the Heavenly Kingdom and the false prophets of the Palace of Wisdom shall be strictly forbidden from setting foot on this land, and shall be punished with extermination, without forgiveness by gods or men. The following text is omitted."

Countless golden chains inscribed with legal codes rose from within the Eternal Night Fortress, covering the sky and firmly locking the celestial net and Dongya within it.