Under normal circumstances, rely stacking power and strength should not be able to harm Them, especially if it does not involve mysteries of a comparable level. But at this mont... from the impact of that explosion, They clearly felt a mystery... No, not just a mystery on par with Their own. It was far more lofty and profound than Their own. It was as if it were from that deity glimpsed during Their dawning, who was honored with the eternal sun as Its divine na. Although its scale could not compare with that supre deity, in terms of its foundational principles, it seed extrely similar, as if coming from the sa origin. The moon's radiance may be dazzling, the brightest celestial body in the night sky. However, in the presence of the sun's brilliance, the bright moon's light is nothing more than the glow of a firefly.
BOOM—
That twisted and bizarre Crimson Red Moon dimd in an instant. But in the span of a mont, it was forcefully nded by the summoned Divine Power. Just like Their Blood Tribe vassals, immortality was the Crimson Red Moon's forte; even amongst all True Gods who had ever existed, it was an absolute strength. Massive Divine Power gathered from the Astral Realm, barely reigniting the light of the Crimson Red Moon and shielding the core realm of Calot. Then, one-thousandth of an instant later, the blood-red moonlight shattered once again. In just a few breaths, the cycle of destruction and reconstitution repeated dozens of tis.
Although not knowing what ans that individual, who seed to have so connection to Augutina, used to achieve such destructive power... Such an energy release, capable of threatening Fabled Creatures, definitely could not go on indefinitely... As long as there was a mont of respite, They could use Their secret Authority to break free from the lock. Then, forsaking the Main Material Plane and everything in the Imaginary Zone, even abandoning Their Divine Kingdom and all of Their devotees, preserving only Their core Divinity, Authority, and self-awareness, They would flee far into the Astral Realm. Then, They would lie dormant...
Yes, They did not entertain thoughts such as vengeance. Crimson Moon had survived to this day since the First Era, while many deities of the sa age had ceased to exist. So were waiting for resurrection in the depths of the Astral Realm; others had their Divine Thrones usurped. Crimson Moon's longevity was due precisely to Its prudence, or perhaps Its ability to cling to life.
But just as such thoughts began to rise in the ancient Abyss deity's divine consciousness, in the next instant, They saw a golden light. A cold yet lodious voice rang out in the Astral Realm and also beside Their ear.
"It has indeed been a long ti, Crimson Moon.
"Unexpectedly, to encounter an acquaintance from the First Era here. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
"Even more so, that coward who chose to flee like a stray dog during that final battle of the Era, now actually dares to pose as a lofty deity..."
The words sounded calm, as if one were eting an old friend and casually stopping to chat. But those words froze the operation of the Crimson Red Moon's divine consciousness in an instant.
In the depths of Crimson Moon's divine consciousness... that mory, sealed for several Eras and believed to have been long forgotten, once again resurfaced, then sprouted. It was a story from who knows how long ago. With the changing of Eras, the history of the First Era had long been obscured in the deepest mist, inaccessible even to Thrones and newly born True Gods. Even the more ancient Fabled Creatures, who knew so secrets, had only a general idea of Crimson Moon's past in the First Era. They knew only that Crimson Moon was an ancient god birthed from the Abyss, had experienced the divine war at the end of the First Era, and had miraculously survived, albeit nearly destroyed. Countless True Gods perished in that war, and nurous Divine Thrones changed hands. So, the re fact that Crimson Moon survived, even as a cripple, already set Them apart from other ordinary deities.
But only Crimson Moon Itself knew. Their survival from the end of the First Era... was not because They were stronger than those ancient gods who died in battle, nor because Their own Authority was particularly adept at preserving life, or Their immortality so exaggerated. The sole reason for Their survival was just one— They had been a coward. After Their Divine Kingdom and more than half of Their Divine Throne were shattered by a single blow, They had imdiately chosen to flee far into the Astral Realm... Though They claid to have experienced that Era-ending divine war, Their participation rate was probably akin to throwing a shuriken from eight hundred miles away and then imdiately running for Their life.
"You are... the Golden Elf of the Black Tower?"
A violent clanging sound, like that of a resonating bronze bell, rang out: "No, impossible! Wasn't your true body exiled to the end of the Dinsional Void at the end of the First Era, never to return...?"
In the Astral Realm, the brilliance of the Crimson Moon surged, exploring the surrounding profound cosmos, but failed to capture the slightest trace.
"There's no need for you to remind of that again.
"Although it's true my true body is indeed still trapped at the edge of dinsions.
"However, this is the Astral Realm. Even if I need to cross the barriers of thousands of worlds and the rifts between dinsions...
"Here, I still possess the strength of a single finger."
The light of the Crimson Red Moon flared violently. Even knowing this was not the opponent's true body. It was just a voice that had crossed countless dinsions, transmitted from the edge of the Multiverse.
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