Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Even the shadows lingering in the God-Forsaken Land could not give birth to monsters from nothing. At least for this city that had just escaped from the cycle, there were no remaining creatures that could mutate.

The "Dream City" has been bound by time for too long, and the spirituality or vitality of all life has gathered to the center of this dream that has lasted for a thousand years, leaving no room.

All that remains of what once existed is a dilapidated corner of silence.

A hoarse, high-pitched scream pierced the silence - however, the cry was so full of joy that it seemed abrupt and ridiculous, but it did not stop there, but instead laughed again and again.

This was not out of any deliberate mockery of the city; it was simply out of pure joy, the happiness that one was finally getting rid of a chore.

The crow flapped its wings on top of the nest, and the silver light under its claws was gradually dimming. Without the support of the city, it was no longer able to sustain itself.

Amon’s figure landed on the top of the tower and stepped on the edge of the nest that was surrounded by layers. The shattered silver shadow dissipated from His feet and soon returned to the appearance of an ordinary dry vine, breaking into pieces and turning into dust.

Seeing Amon approaching, the crow immediately dodged to the side, jumping around anxiously at Amon's feet and making strange noises, but Amon didn't even look at it.

The light in the nest was still eye-catching. The depression in the middle was not empty, but was filled with scattered eggshells. There were many bird bones scattered inside, which were the size of ordinary larks. But like the surrounding eggshells, the bird bones in the nest had been maliciously destroyed, and most of them were not very complete.

Of course, there is one remaining exception.

The crow happily jumped to the middle, and used its wings to casually sweep away the scattered lark skulls, revealing the survivor surrounded by light. There were many wheel-like patterns engraved on the shell, and light spots of light moved along the patterns, reflecting the silver liquid inside the bird egg.

The crow raised its head and looked at Amon, puffing up its feathers as if to take credit. "What did I say? This is the result of my experiment - mine! But I can't even share it with others here. It's so boring..."

Amon's eyes finally showed a little satisfaction and joy. It was not until the moment of breaking the cycle that He contacted the clone here. Now that he had seen the result of this attempt with his own eyes, Amon had to agree with the clone's words, and He also wanted to share this news with Adam.

But first, there are others who need this egg more.

Amon leaned over and placed the struggling Time Worm next to the eggshell. This scene startled the chirping clone, which flapped its wings and began to circle. The hoarse "crackling" sound spread far away.

"Well, don't worry about it." Amon didn't even raise his head and ignored the warning in the crow's cry.

It doesn't matter even if someone approaches here. Amon is very clear about their purpose. He just wants to make sure there are "no accidents" here. Whether it is the disorderly destruction from the source material or the outer gods, it must be brought under control.

What's more, Amon had already guessed and could foresee who would come here.

The crow cried and landed on Amon's shoulder. It stared at the victim on the ground with lingering fear, watching the segments on its body gradually expand and contract. The fear of being a worm of time also confused the crow:

"I've never seen anything like this. Is this some kind of pollution?"

"Yes, it is the pollution that can attach to the Time Worm." Amon showed a malicious smile with ulterior motives on his face, "Maybe the next one will be you?"

The crow finally shut its mouth obediently, but looking around, it seemed that it wanted to leave its original body - at least leave the suffering insect on the ground, so as not to become another victim.

Amon quietly observed the movements of the Time Worm and the egg. He didn't really care about losing his clone, which was a very common situation for a "parasite".

But now the Time Worm was just struggling to survive. Even though the silver light inside the eggshell was tilting towards it, there was no further change. The Time Worm was crawling outside the eggshell but could not find any way to interact with it.

Is it because, like the others, this one is a dead egg?

Amon quickly thought of the key, so he took out another thing. If Esther saw it, she would definitely recognize it at a glance.

This is a necklace with an elegant shape, which was casually picked out from the void like the grapes of Amenti. Even though there is not much light around, the pomegranate-colored gem still emits a dazzling red soft light.

It wasn't supposed to be this color originally, but it contained another kind of power, a blessing from the "Creator", and even mixed with some pollution from outside the barrier.

Will Esther be angry?

Amon shook the necklace in his hand: "This is definitely not as good as His way, but I just don't want to find anyone else... Just think of it as a return gift for taking away that uniqueness."

As for whether the value of this "return gift" is equal, that is not within Amon's consideration. He always has his own selfish desires.

The anchor of "Dream City" points to the long river of fate and to the skylark that Amon knew in his memory.

As spirituality was injected into the necklace, crimson vitality spread from it, warmly and gently enveloping the broken nest. The strong and vigorous vitality was drawn out, wailing outside the broken eggshells and broken bones, urging them to grow flesh and wings, like a mother who has lost her child, trying to give them the new life they deserve.

The Time Worm that was climbing outside the bird egg stopped moving. Its links glowed with a faint light, gradually synchronizing with the dancing shadows inside the eggshell.

Amon impatiently threw the necklace aside, and the completely shattered gemstones smashed into the creaking bones. This process took much longer than he expected. Amon, who originally thought he could leave here quickly, was naturally in a bad mood at the moment.

It seems like everything related to Zoya will go wrong.

After the circling crow flew away, Dream City briefly fell silent, and the silver and crimson in the nest dissipated with the passage of time.

The patterns on the outside of the eggshell gradually disappeared, and it became less noticeable.

The anxiety in Amon's heart gradually subsided. He kept waiting attentively, but his expressionless face made it difficult for any bystander to guess what he was thinking.

Amon didn't laugh happily until he heard the tiny knocking sounds inside the eggshell.

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But today, this city that was supposed to be silent forever, finally had several visitors. Some entered the city, while others stayed outside, patiently waiting for a result.

There are many ways to leave Dream City. Amon doesn't need any "road" to get out - unless someone wants to stop him. Now, there is only one direction left that is not blocked, a narrow but distinct passage, such an obvious omission.

It would be unreasonable for Dream City to have existed for so many years without any surveillance.

When Amon saw the remains of the demon wolf and the silver-haired man, he felt somewhat annoyed. His hat trembled slightly and slid down, covering his eyes as he looked around.

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If it was just one of them, He could easily get rid of it. Although the two waiting people were now more than ten meters apart, judging from the fact that Ouroboros' presence was also hidden, it was obvious that they had the intention to join forces.

Amon wasted too much time waiting for "hatching" by the nest, which was enough for the "Lord of the Night" to set up secret traps everywhere. It was only after the crow left that he began to block the connection between Dream City and the outside world.

Not to mention that Ouroboros was standing by with his eyes closed. Ouroboros rarely showed persistence in anything, except for the Lord, and the orders and fate that were closely related to the Lord.

Amon straightened the pointed hat on his head which was gradually tilting crooked.

He didn't think there was any other possibility. Ouroboros must have received some kind of hint from the "true creator" to "just happen" to block the loophole in the secret encirclement, waiting for Amon in the city to show up.

As if realizing that someone was nearby, Ouroboros took a step forward and spread out his palm. In the palm of the Tail Devourer, there was a skylark with laurel feathers squatting. It was an assimilated, ready-made carrier.

The little bird was still looking around anxiously, and it was its reaction that alerted Ouroboros.

The demon wolf howled silently towards the sky, and the black shadow seemed to have substance, spreading rapidly towards the center of Dream City, secretly erasing all traces.

Without even discussing it? This is very consistent with Hei Ye’s decisive style…

But this was not difficult for Amon to solve. He even always felt that the other party's target was not himself, so he easily stole some of the "secret" power and covered himself with it.

After integrating into and getting rid of the sweep of this extraordinary power, Amon arrived a thousand meters away in the blink of an eye.

The crow that left and returned quietly outside the Dream City brought the news that the city had been completely wiped out.

As Amon raised his head slightly, the pointed hat on his head was finally flipped over by the force and fell backwards.

A shrill howling voice sounded above His head: "It's so hot inside your hat! I'm suffocating! Can't you change your hat? For so many years--"

Amon shrugged it off: "You are now half a spirit creature, how can you be so fragile?"

He scratched his curly hair and quickly gathered the naughty chick in his hand: "They completely covered up the Dream City. Is it because they are on guard against you?"

The fledgling, covered in a layer of short down, shook its head and gave up trying to break free from Amon's grasp. It couldn't even stand steadily now, let alone escape:

"I'm probably on guard against the 'Goddess of Fate'. After all, 'eternal life' is also my authority... Especially for the me outside the barrier, He can still be directly protected by Feiyue."

There is inevitably a hint of envy in these words, but that's all.

As for who Feiyue was referring to, Amon knew it very well.

The young bird drooped its wings limply, its silver eyes very clear: "What's next? I can't even fly, let alone help you like this."

Amon had a plan in mind: "Then find a way to recover, such as extraordinary characteristics?"

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