Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Your condition has worsened."

Skylark put the feather cluster next to Dazhbog's hand and said softly.

In this rather spacious prayer room, only Darborg and Saslier were present. At this time, the latter was lowering his head devoutly and silently praying to the cross.

Hearing Zoya's words, Saslier also put down his hands and raised his head to look at Dazhberg: "How long has it been since you prayed?"

Compared to Dariborg, Saslier's condition was much better. He often took Zoya around, but spent more time with Skylark.

Darborg did not respond to either of them. He just held the cross on his chest tightly and looked indifferently at the other cross in front of the church. The "Sun God" frowned slightly, looking like he was thinking seriously about something.

It wasn't until Zoya pushed his hand with her head that Dazhbog came back from his thoughts and said with a wry smile:

"My situation is not that bad, let alone getting worse. I just don't think it is necessary. I am now the 'Lord'. Do I still have to pray to myself?"

Saslier shook his head: "You know, it means something different to us."

"I was thinking about other things," Dazhberg deliberately changed the topic. "I discussed with Amanysis about the possibility of some ancient gods being resurrected."

"You are worried about your own demise." Saslier sighed softly.

He combined his thumb, index finger and middle finger, made a small cross from top to bottom, from right to left, and then stood up from the bench:

"Then you think about it slowly, I still have some things to do. As for my thoughts, you know..."

"Ah, I understand. If I really make a decision, I will discuss a detailed plan with you."

There is no one more suitable than myself. Dazhberg couldn't help but think so, watching Saslier step out of the prayer room and close the door from the outside.

Then Dazhberg lowered his head again and looked at the fluffy skylark in his hand:

"Even the 'Lord of the Spirit World' behind you has not completely escaped the fate of falling, has he?

"I have considered many situations, but no matter how you think about it, it is very strange for them to disappear like this. Do you know what happened at that time?"

"I don't know. At that point in time, I didn't have a sense of autonomy, and I couldn't peep into the fragmented past from the overturned destiny... because I alone couldn't do it."

Dazhberg thoughtfully said: "That is to say, there are other existences that can do it."

Zoya nodded: "The light of destiny, my source, is at the end of the blockade, but I cannot seek enlightenment from it."

Daribog understood what Zoya was referring to. The gray fog in the easternmost part of the land separated another part of the world. Even he and Sasril were unable to follow the mist deeply, and the invisible force was extremely repulsive to them.

After Saslier left, Dazhberg no longer concealed the fatigue on his face. He looked at the cross again and recalled Saslier's previous question.

How long has it been since he prayed devoutly? No, he doesn't need to at all...

Dariborg blinked: "Why do I feel the influence of aggregation different from the situation of the ancient gods?"

"Sorry, I don't know." Zoya replied dryly.

Dazhberg smiled and shook his head, and the pitcher followed the skylark's feathers: "I'm not asking you for answers, I'm just talking to myself."

——

"You're too impatient."

Dazhberg always felt that he had heard this sentence many times recently. If he hadn't always been very patient, his ears might have grown calluses.

"When I became a true god, Zoya also spent a period of time helping me stabilize. Now that you tolerate the withdrawn 'authority' so frequently, it is likely to leave sequelae."

"I know that I am paying attention to my status. I am now considered a 'professional' in this regard."

Ignoring this cold joke about power, Amanysis stood in front of the map that appeared in Dazhbog. The corners of her lips under the dark veil were pursed tightly, feeling difficult to make a decision due to some thinking.

He stretched out his finger, gently circled along the coastline, and then pointed at the gray barrier on the east side of the continent:

"Is that fog a threat?"

"At least it's something we can't control. It's extremely dangerous, but it has no tendency to expand outward."

"Zoya said that the time has not yet come." Amanisis seemed to know something, but he did not continue to explain. It was obvious that he did not intend to share the information with his "friends".

Okay, maybe we are not friends, but good partners, business associates or something like that? Dazhberg sighed silently in his heart and did not ask any more questions about his scheming acquaintance. He at least knew what to get to the bottom of and when to stop.

Relationships are not always about research, and the twists and turns are a lot more troublesome...

Daribog thought so, stretched out his hand, and touched the raised half corner of the coastline. A sailing boat with a bright golden light immediately appeared on it, looking lifelike, as if it would swim out of the map at any time.

The boat swayed from side to side, and then pulled out dozens of phantoms with the same shape. All the boats went around different detours, but their common goal was to pass through the vast blue and outline the vague outlines of the road leading to the other side. Routes eventually allow the entire map to weave a large network.

Amanisis quickly scanned the channels, quickly memorized them in her mind, and compared them with the information that had been explored: "Has it been verified?"

"Yes, actually we shouldn't feel strange."

After a moment of silence, Amanysis's head dropped: "It's still different."

"It's the same, no matter how much it changes, it's still the same," Dazhberg said softly, "Zoya's memory is the best evidence."

Amanysis smiled: "Actually, until today, I have never completely trusted Him. But I think this kind of suspicion is normal."

"Too many doubts will make life very tiring. We have more things to pay attention to." Dazhbog paused and continued, "But what you said makes sense. The kind of comfort Zoya exerted, I have already done it." The nature of some of them is somewhat speculative.”

He pointed to the shadow of a sunlit sailboat parked on the shore: "If there is an appropriate description, I think we can call it an 'anchor'."

"Anchor? Landing point? It fits his ability to help me stabilize my state."

"The ancient gods' ability to stay awake from madness was not an accidental development of probability, but through the 'anchor', they successfully maintained their own mental state."

When Dariborg said this, he tapped his temple: "You have to be vigilant. Even I don't know what we will become if this continues. Mental changes are the most hidden."

Amanisis was silent for two seconds, and suddenly sighed: "I kind of regret letting you take Him away."

Dazhbog smiled and waved away the large map in front of the two of them: "Now that I realize this, it's too late. He is already Zoya."

"Your followers have already begun to compile the holy scriptures, and they have already included the image of the skylark."

"This is not what I asked for. Well, if you are not satisfied, Saslier can ask them to delete this part..."

Amanisis then raised the corners of her lips slightly: "Okay, you agreed."

Dariborg was a little helpless at such a small-mindedness: "I know He is not suitable to leave too many traces in the real world...Zoya will go back to where He came from in the future, right?"

"Yes, I have talked with Him about many things. It's just that it's not convenient to tell you those things."

"It's just that when He comes with you, it has inevitably affected everything. I always feel that He is deliberately avoiding this. The ripples of fate are clearly on Himself." Dazhbog walked to the corner of the room and held up A black box, "I'll leave matters related to 'secret' to you."

Under the black gauze of Amanysis, the smile deepened, and she took what she came to pick up from Dazhbog's hand: "I have another agreement with Him."

Inside the box is a copy of the extraordinary properties of the "Natural Walker."

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“He is the Lord who created everything, who separated light from darkness and ended the world’s emptiness and chaos;

The omniscient and almighty God determines the morning and dusk, regulates the land and the sea, and gives the hours without beginning or end a name that can be called out—seasons, days, and years;

He is the source of all greatness, and all foreign gods are nothing. He alone creates the heavens, gives light, wisdom, and joy to those who please Him, and punishes sinners with thunder and clouds;

He is the beginning and the end. He wakes up from his long sleep, takes back His great power, keeps His covenant and shows love to those who love Him, and bestows blessings and grace on those who believe in Him;

He is the God of Gods and the ruler of the vast star realm..."

Saslier closed the holy book, looked at Dazhberg next to him with a complicated expression, and did not speak for a while.

Old God Daribog was stroking the skylark's wings on the ground: "Is Zoya a little fatter?"

"No, He has never eaten or drank. That body is not suitable for digesting any food. You know this."

"Yeah, I'm just saying that," Dazhbog pinched Zoya's feather cluster, and a light ray of light fell off from it and swirled around his fingers, "Maybe I can create a more beautiful one for you in the future. A complete, freer body, in human form.”

"Thank you." Zoya whispered softly, and then after Dazhbog withdrew his hand, he unhappily took care of his messed up wing feathers.

Dazhberg laughed, then looked at Saslier: "I've already thought about it."

"You have made a decision about the resurrection."

"Yes, there are still some necessary emergency measures. I will leave it to you, and the hidden gods will also provide help when the time comes."

Saslier heard something strange: "Your emergency measures are extreme?"

"You are me, and of course you know me best, and Zoya will be the pair of eyes outside of us to observe the changes in my destiny." Dazhberg smiled and handed the lark in his hand to Saslier , "If I am no longer me, I will ask you to kill me."

"Is this your plan for resurrection?" Saslier subconsciously raised the volume of his question.

"I'm not crazy, at least not now." Dazhberg said firmly.