"That was just a way for me to transfer my divine power. I left it behind to protect you and to locate your position so I could find you easily. Speaking of which, I'm speechless. I've been so good to you, and you just leave me with that old geezer like that?" The darkness in his eyes was accusatory, and the abundance of "I" made Phil Gray a little dizzy.
"I apologize, okay? You're my partner, I shouldn't have abandoned you. It won't happen again," Phil Gray could only patiently reassure him.
"Hmph, that's more like it. If we're talking about a more perfect way, we can sign a soul contract, so you can use my divine power."
"Soul Contract?"
"Well, your power is still too weak right now, and I haven't fully recovered either, so there's no rush. Once you've acquired enough power from other gods, I'll sign a soul contract with you. As for how to obtain that power, we'll try to deceive them if we can, and if we can't, we'll steal it. If we can't steal it, we'll just take their sacred artifacts. Alright, that's all for now," Nightshade said, yawning. "That's all for now. Go and prepare some food for me. Speaking of which, although that old geezer is clumsy and reckless, his cooking skills are actually quite good. I've really suffered following you—"
"All right."
Phil Gray nodded helplessly, but his doubts were indeed dispelled a lot through this conversation. He went out and instructed Kane and Miru to prepare some fish with special effects, either steamed or fried, finally satisfying the appetite of the Son of Night.
The cat fell into a deep sleep on the bed. He checked the time and also took a nap before the approaching day.
It wasn't until the gaze of the daytime prophet swept across the walls of fate, and that warm and gentle light awakened His Holiness the Pope from his slumber, that he remembered he should rise and receive the prophet of wisdom.
Phil Gray entered the palace's reception room, where a huge floor-to-ceiling window greeted him. Sunlight streamed through the intricately carved glass windows, illuminating the entire room and making it bright and warm.
He sat down at the desk in the reception room, opposite which was a comfortable chair where the guest would sit later.
"Your Majesty, the Prophet of Wisdom has arrived," Ernest announced as he stepped forward.
“Okay.” Phil Gray stood up.
As a series of footsteps sounded, an elderly man in a white robe slowly entered. His robe was embroidered with ancient black characters, which swayed gently with his steps, as if telling ancient wisdom. The prophet's eyes were wise, and his thick, white beard reached all the way to his chest, giving him an aura of solemnity and inviolability.
His expression was very serious. Even when His Holiness the Pope of Fate smiled and greeted him, he only nodded slightly without changing his expression. This reminded Phil Gray of his math teacher in his previous life, who was known for his strictness.
Even he felt a little nervous when facing such a person.
“I have long admired the Prophet’s name. I never expected you to visit me so suddenly. It is truly an honor,” Phil Gray said first.
"We apologize for our intrusion and hope you will forgive us. However, I am truly astonished to hear that you have become a favorite of many gods, as this is unprecedented in the history of Vil. I have studied theology my entire life, delved into countless ancient texts, and am quite familiar with even the most common folk tales and legends, yet I have never seen any record similar to yours." The prophet of the Light of Wisdom directly expressed his confusion and bewilderment.
As believers in the god of knowledge and wisdom, pursuing and exploring the unknown is their destiny.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know either.” Phil Gray had no intention of deceiving the prophet, but he couldn’t easily reveal the gods’ plans.
“You are lying, you surely know that.” The prophet’s eyes were sharp, and he saw through him easily.
“I didn’t lie, Prophet. The intentions of the gods are beyond the comprehension of mortals like us,” Phil Gray said with a wry smile.
"Your Holiness the Pope of Destiny, if you do not trust me, I swear to my God that I will never reveal your words. I only hope that you can give me a true explanation." The prophet of the Light of Wisdom stood up, solemnly raised his hand, and swore an oath to his God.
His gaze was intensely fixed on the Pope of Fate opposite him, as if he could see right through the other's soul.
"this……"
Faced with such a sincere gaze, Phil Gray was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Is this related to the descent of the three gods of disease, plague, and calamity? Perhaps you have reached some agreement with the main gods who favor you?" The prophet spoke first, and then added, "If His Holiness the Pope is willing to answer my questions, I can grant you one condition, as long as I, or the Light of Wisdom, can do it."
“Okay.” Phil Gray felt he had to compromise.
Perhaps after learning the truth, this prophet of wisdom can also help him gather divine power.
"Do you know of any other gods besides the god of Vil?"
He asked first.
“Naturally, according to the theory of multiple worlds, there should be countless other worlds outside of the world of Vil, and naturally, countless pantheons as well.” The prophet nodded, not surprised by this.
"The gods of certain other worlds, collectively known as the Gods of the Abyss, are gradually eroding our world. However, the authority of our gods is too fragmented to contend with them. Therefore, the God of Fate conceived the idea of concentrating the power of all the gods into one to create a god more powerful than ever before." Phil Gray summarized everything in a few words, and this wise prophet surely understood.
Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in the prophet's eyes. He lowered his head and vigorously stroked his white beard, with such force that Phil Gray's jaw ached.
After a long silence, the prophet raised his head and murmured, "So that's how it is. No wonder, no wonder!"
"What's wrong? Do you know anything else?"
Phil Gray thought the prophet seemed to know things he didn't.
"I have read countless ancient books buried deep underground. The older the book, the richer the records of gods. I have also learned that there must have been a time when gods lived among humans a long, long time ago."
"Unfortunately, many records from tens of thousands of years ago are now just rock paintings, which can be counted on one hand. Among these few rock paintings, there are repeated depictions of monsters that are neither gods nor deities. They seem to possess terrifying power comparable to that of gods, but there are no more records of them after the time point of ten thousand years. If I'm not mistaken, those may be the gods of the Abyss that you mentioned."
The prophet frowned, and the images carved in the stone flashed through his mind, but due to the erosion of time, the faces of those monsters had become blurred.
He was somewhat relieved that these rock paintings were no longer complete images, otherwise they would surely have been corrupted by the gods of the Abyss.
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