The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1303

[Chapter 318 The real person transcends good and evil]

In fact, this is also the first time Annan has seen the body of the sixth phase Purana.

If Annan was asked to find it himself, he would definitely not be able to find it.

Because although it is called a “purana”, it is not really a book like the Fourth Histories… It is not even a parchment or a text carrier such as a stone tablet or a clay tablet.

Annan actually knew what the so-called “purana” was—

The original definition of the Purana is a Sanskrit religious text in ancient India on Earth.

They are usually used to worship a god, usually Vishnu, Brahma, Shiva, the main gods.

The Puranas have “five signs” in their content, which are the original creation of the universe, the destruction and rebirth of the universe, the genealogy of gods, the birth and history of human beings, the Japanese dynasty built by Surya’s descendants and the Soma The lineage of the Moonseed Dynasty built by the descendants of .

In this world, there is a similar mysterious knowledge – of course, this is the creation of Miss Luck.

She divided the most secret knowledge into five categories, corresponding to “the beginning of the world”, “the possibility of the destruction of the world”, “the secret of the living pillar”, “the creation of various races”, “the beginning of the creation of each The subjugation and extermination of races”.

The so-called sixth-phase Purana is “a top-secret knowledge that cannot be described or spoken beyond this.”

This is the power that was sealed by Miss Lucky herself… just like the three sirens.

That is absolutely secret knowledge that even the twelve righteous gods have forgotten.

It even has a special set of language rules, since this knowledge cannot even be “diluted” into a pseudo-dictionary.

The current human language can’t even read the content, and even if you hear this knowledge, you can’t understand it.

In addition to taking the initiative to pass it on, killing the person will also cause this knowledge to flood into one’s own mind; if there is no clear, traceable murderer, then it will flood into the minds of those closest to it on its own.

This knowledge exists in an almost eternal way.

It won’t disappear completely unless all humans go extinct…but it won’t replicate itself either.

It is like a parasite that exists in the collective consciousness of mankind.

In a sense, it can also be regarded as a “worm”.

It’s just that this parasite is not harmful, and has always shown a symbiotic willingness and attitude… So after it was sealed and lost its most fundamental danger, it no longer became an “enemy”.

Annan is not a procrastinator, and he will never run away or retreat before danger.

After clarifying various precautions, Annan did not even rest all night, and followed St. Peter to the prepared ceremony venue.

This is not some unusually sacred place.

It’s not a very complicated pre-ceremony… or rather, quite the opposite.

The place where St. Peter the “Silent Man” is going to use this great spell is just a very simple and extremely empty square.

The only difference between it and other squares is that there is no one here.

A few days ago, the surrounding area was pulled up with a heavy security net, and the barrier was used to completely isolate the sound from inside and outside.

The twelve righteous gods stand in twelve directions on the dial, alerting the surroundings and not letting anyone approach them.

In the square, there are only Annan and St. Peter.

The guardian, who was always silent, opened his eyes completely to Annan.

——It was a dazzling gaze that was as bright as the sun.

After sending blessings to Annan before, his appearance has aged to the point of forty or fifty years old.

And now, when he made his voice again, his appearance was still slowly aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was a sound like a wave, like a tsunami.

The moment St. Peter opened his mouth, the sky darkened deeply.

The sky that was originally in the afternoon was shrouded in dark clouds in just a few seconds.

In the blink of an eye, the torrential rain fell.

There was only one crack in the thick dark clouds stacked on top of each other.

A clearly visible beam of light shone from it – in the roaring rainstorm, within a few steps of Annan was the only safe place that was not directly hit by the rain.

Even so, the rainwater accumulated from the bluestone slabs on the ground in the blink of an eye and splashed onto Annan’s trouser legs and boots.

Annan bathed in the only light, but he had a strange hallucination.

He seemed to feel the brilliance projected from the layers of dark clouds, layered into layers of veil-like curtains.

As St. Peter’s chanting sounded, some invisible force rose and fell like a tidal wave around Annan.

Those veil-like brilliance gradually took on different colors that could not be described by human vision.

But Annan’s element of “brilliancy” clearly told him that the light surrounding him gradually transformed into the “tactile sense” of something greater.

Although they appear to be cascading aurora, that is only the film they can peep.

Like a chopstick standing in front of an ant.

The ants either bypassed or climbed up, but even if they climbed to the end, they couldn’t figure out what the nature of the chopsticks really was.

Finally, the overwhelming dizziness made Annan lose his ability to perceive his limbs.

He seemed to be floating in a warm sea with the fragrance of roses, his body swaying helplessly in the water with the ebb and flow of the tide.

Annan’s strong perception ability at this time made him suffer more.

He felt that he seemed to become small, so small that he could stand on a silk thread; and it seemed to become incomparably huge, like stepping out of a shell called “World”, the whole person became giant.

In a strong sense of disobedience, Annan “understood” a voice.

“The real man is beyond good and evil…”

Annan instinctively tried to understand the voice and trace the source.

But then, a stronger sense of dizziness overwhelmed his will.

His body was suddenly blown away by the invisible ocean – blown from this white silk thread and floated in front of it.

Before losing consciousness, Annan struggled to project his consciousness outward.

He saw roughly…

It was suspended in the pure white ocean, countless silver-white spheres.

Countless silver-white silk threads protruded from countless spheres.

They are not straight lines, but some kind of curves that go forward in a special way.

Most of these lines neither intersect nor parallel to each other, but some lines are very close to others.

Annan suddenly realized that it was another world.

If the position he flew over is set to “forward”, then a distance from the position where he was before will be exactly perpendicular to a line protruding from another sphere.

And he was pulled by some kind of force to a farther position of his current “this line”.

When Annan just stood on this line, he was attracted by a kind of gravity.

But after he was blown away by the “ocean”, he was like a magnet that was no longer attached… He seemed to be able to “fall” in any direction and in any direction.

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If he didn’t follow this power and fell to a certain point precisely——

He can even go anywhere on the line.

Not just the “future”, but the “past”, or you can go to other “lines” and land at any point.

At that moment, Annan realized very clearly… He seemed to be able to exist at any moment and in any position.

In countless worlds, there are countless possibilities for him.

– but this is also just “if” and “possible”.

Because when Annan had this kind of thought, he had already fallen farther-in this unknown sea of pure white, the speed of thought was still too slow.

Annan was like a magnet attached to the refrigerator, sticking to the wire with a snap.

Immediately afterwards, Annan’s consciousness began to melt rapidly.

The line grew rapidly, becoming like a huge, moving river.

Annan just left a mark in place before it melted…or rather, a great force hung a lifebuoy on Annan before he fell completely into that river.

When Annan woke up again, he realized that he was in a whole new world.

A somewhat familiar… yet unfamiliar world to Annan.

——But Annan does not exist in the form of a human or a ghost.

Annan has only a vaguely human silhouette, like a slender, tall, illusory silhouette.

His body radiated a faint, clear water-like silver light…like an untouchable phantom.

Annan floated in the air like a god, looking down at the land one hundred and eighty-six years later.

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