There were no paradisical gazes that spied on this interaction, so he did not fear sharing certain thoughts with this particular Overlord.
His true thoughts were never easily unearthed from the surface of his mind, but now he opened his most fundantal principles to the Ghost Autarch.
"The Realm Father revealed many secrets and cleared up many misconceptions I previously held, so I will naturally be pleased," Anon swiftly stated.
Was that really all?
From its previous analysis, it doubted whether this was enough to make him so happy.
Tenebris thought in silence for a while before questioning aloud, "Do other Realm Fathers know?"
These secrets...
They could not be considered secrets if Realm Fathers knew, so it would only be Anon’s lie this entire ti.
He smiled not only because he understood what Tenebris was thinking when asking such a question, but especially because he understood the thoughts that would lead to such a question.
The very act of deciphering the thoughts of an Overlord was the first stage of deciphering the mysteries of a paradisical soul.
Smilingly, he said, "The Realm Fathers that know are deed to’ve gone insane, because the one who carries the truth is scorned by the one who wallows in fallacy."
These words imdiately narrowed the secrets of the world which he, Anon, was speaking of, and the Ghost Autarch instantly grasped what he ant.
"How do you know of that?" It said this not because of Anon’s words themselves, but the secret behind his statent.
"Of course, since mortality, I wondered whether this was the creation of sothing greater than, and that the death of this entity was what brought the great cataclysm." Anon snickered to himself.
It was obvious that he would be happy.
Though the principles of Destiny were useless in this scenario, because the nature of the secrets he sought to unravel was beyond the nature of secrets shrouding an Overlord...
Naturally, he could not even begin to unravel the mysteries of an Overlord, so it was needless to even ntion unraveling the mysteries behind this truth; however, he only needed to think logically to conceptualize this truth.
This single truth changed his understanding of everything, painting a clearer picture of the conspiracies surrounding him.
There were always clues, and now he could begin to form a bigger picture.
"Just like the inner realm of a Realm Father, I theorize that the cosmic space is the inner world, or at least, a world created by this Creator..." Anon said aloud.
The only doubtful aspect was the world itself.
When a Realm Father died, its inner world was obliterated as well; however, if this Creator was dead, then why did the world continue to live?
More than just continuing to live, a great blessing hidden behind a veil of calamity descended, awakening the Astral Void race from dormancy, allowing Dragons to roam the universe freely, causing stellar cosmic energy to intermingle with Humanity, and more...
Was this really the Creator’s death?
But Anon was very blissful, because what he ntioned was only half of what he conceptualized, and the Ghost Autarch’s reaction only confird that what he conceptualized was accurate to a degree.
Because the Celestial Supre sches, the Infernal god sches, and the Human Lord sches.
Why do they sche?
So powerful that they absolutely dominate their origin world.
The Human Lord needs not fear a soul in the cosmic space, and the sa could be said for the Celestial Supre and the Infernal god in their respective spatial constructs.
But they go out of their way, grasping toward sothing more?
And the Creator is dead, so this world is without its Creator...
Anon began seeing without needing the principle of Destiny.
Because the one who wielded one of these principles represented the world... and the one who wielded all three principles was the second coming...
The second coming...
He wielded all three, and all conspiracies centered around him.
Once he thought of this, he suddenly burst out with a peal of laughter.
This was akin to a clap of thunder that shook the Cosmic Vessel, which had leapt out of the Turbulent Airflow and returned to the Stellar Threading Pathway.
The Stellar Threading Pathway was akin to a radiant river of stars.
The entire dinsion was woven together with the assistance of the Weaver of Dreams, forming a connection between each of the stars within this river.
This connection between stars was a formation augnted even by the Human Lord, and traversing through this connection allowed cosmic vessels to easily surpass the speed of light within.
There were many variations of Cosmic Vessels, and Leren’s was a more ordinary cosmic vessel that wielded the star emblem.
On the other hand, what the Elven race had bestowed upon him, the Young Lord, was an extraordinary Cosmic Vessel that maneuvered many tis greater than the speed of light.
Five years before the sixty-third year necessary for him to enlighten twenty percent of his blessed principles, the cosmic vessel finally stepped into the Eternal Antiquity Pri Region.
The coordinates to the core planet of the Elven region were not sothing that many had access to; however, he did, and the journey to that planet was on its final stretch...
He was not notified of any change, but...
Boom!
An imperceptible wave of energy crushed down and disassembled the cosmic vessel in a single instance.
This was the weight of an entire Pri region!
Kaleidoscopic colors manifested, blinding Anon’s abstract soul for a ti, whilst an overwhelming force ruthlessly slamd down on the Fourth Ghost Autarch; however, before it could land.
"Void..." Its strange voice trickled across the entire Pri region!
All otherworldly creatures heard it, and all otherworldly creatures knelt.
From Secondary-Level Dinsion Lords to the insignificant Cosmos Forgers.
And so of them would’ve seen their souls shattered, and wills obliterated if they were not protected.
This power washed over Anon’s soul, allowing his senses to return to normal.
He smilingly stated, "You previously sent a Primary-Level Dinsion Lord to my Nine Rivers Esoteric World, so why do you now react this way only because I’ve brought along an Overlord?"
"Dost thou possess authority over thy Overlord?" The Elven Overlord’s voice resounded with endless majesty.
Tenebris stared at Anon in silence.
Only when resisting the power of an Overlord did it retract its hollowed gaze away from him, but the re fact that it did not resist the idea proposed by the Elven Overlord’s words showed the unique nature of their relationship.
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