Chapter 318: A Real Person Beyond Good and Evil

In fact, this is also the first time Annan saw the body of the sixth Purana.

If Annan were to find it by himself, he would definitely not be able to find it. Because although it is called "Purana", it is not really a book like the Fourth Historiography... It is not even a parchment, stone tablet, clay tablet or other text carrier.

Annan actually knew what the so-called "Purana" was—

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

They are usually used to worship a certain god, usually the presiding deity Vishnu, Brahma, or Shiva. The Puranas have "five phases" in content, which are the original creation of the universe, the destruction and rebirth of the universe, the genealogy of the gods, the birth and history of human beings, the Japanese dynasty and Soma built by the descendants of Surya. The lineage of the Yuezhong dynasty established by the descendants of the emperor.

In this world, there is similar mystical 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 creation", "the possibility of the destruction of the world", "the secret of the living pillar", "the creation of various races", "the The subjugation and extermination of races".

And the so-called sixth phase of the Purana is "top-secret knowledge that cannot be narrated or spoken beyond this." This is the power sealed by Miss Lucky herself... just like the three sirens.

That is an absolutely secret knowledge that even the Twelve Righteous Gods have forgotten. It even has a dedicated set of language rules, since this knowledge cannot even be "diluted" into a pseudo-canon.

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

In addition to actively inheriting, killing this person will also cause this knowledge to flood into one's own mind; if there is no clear and traceable murderer, then it will flood into the minds of the closest people by itself.

This knowledge exists in an almost eternal fashion.

It won't disappear without the total extinction of humanity...but at the same time it won't reproduce itself. 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 willingness and attitude of symbiosis... So after it was sealed and lost its most fundamental danger, it no longer became an "enemy".

Annan is not a procrastination person, and he will never escape or retreat before danger. After clarifying the various precautions, Annan didn't even rest for one night, and followed St. Peter to the pre-prepared ceremony ground.

This is not some unusually sacred place.

It's not a very complicated pre-ceremony... Rather, it's the opposite. The place where St. Peter, the "Silent Man" was going to use this great curse was just a very simple and 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 cordoned off with a heavy security net, and a barrier was used to completely isolate the internal and external sounds.

The twelve righteous gods stand in twelve directions on the dial, guarding the surroundings and not allowing anyone to approach.

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

The guardian who had been silent all this time opened his eyes completely to Annan.

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

It was a mighty sound like waves, like a tsunami.

The moment St. Peter spoke, the sky became deeply overcast. The sky in the afternoon was shrouded in dark clouds in just a few seconds.

In the blink of an eye, the torrential rain came crashing down.

Among the layers of thick dark clouds, there is only one crack. A clearly visible ray of light shone from it—in the roaring rainstorm, within a few steps of Annan's side 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 on Annan's trouser legs and boots.

Annan bathed in the only light, but had strange hallucinations.

He seemed to feel that the radiance projected from the layers of dark clouds formed layer after layer of veil-like curtains.

As St. Peter's chanting sounded, some invisible power rose and fell around Annan like a tide. Those veil-like brilliance gradually possessed different colors that cannot be described by human vision.

But the elements of "brilliance" held by Annan clearly told him that the light surrounding him gradually alienated into the "touch" of something greater. Although they appear to be layered auroras, they are just shadows that they can see.

Like a chopstick standing in front of an ant. The ants either avoid it or climb up, but even if they climb to the end, they still cannot recognize the essence of the chopsticks.

Finally, the overwhelming sense of dizziness caused Annan to lose his ability to sense his limbs. He seemed to be floating in a warm sea exuding the fragrance of roses, his body was swinging helplessly in the water with the ebb and flow of the tide.

Annan's strong perception at this time made him suffer even more.

He felt that he seemed to have become very small, small enough to stand on a silk thread; and he seemed to have become extremely huge, as if stepping out of a shell called "world", the whole person became giant.

In a strong sense of disobedience, Annan "understood" a voice.

"The true man is beyond good and evil..."

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

But then, a more intense sense of dizziness overwhelmed his will. His body was suddenly blown away by the invisible ocean - blown up from this white silk thread, and floated in front of it.

Annan struggled to project his consciousness outward before losing consciousness.

He roughly saw...

Those are countless silver-white spheres suspended in the pure white ocean.

Countless silver-white silk threads protrude from countless spheres. They are not straight lines, but curves that proceed in a particular way. Most of these lines are neither intersecting nor parallel to each other, but there are also some lines that are very close to other lines.

Annan suddenly realized—that was another world.

If the position where he flies over is set to "forward", then a certain distance from his previous position is reversed, and it happens to be perpendicular to a certain line protruding from another sphere.

And he was pulled by some kind of force, and went to a farther position than his current "this thread".

When Annan was just standing 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 go in any direction and "fall" in any direction.

If he doesn't follow this force and fall precisely to a certain point——

He can even go to any position on this line. Not only the "future", but also 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 location. In countless worlds, there are countless possibilities for him.

——But this is only "if" and "possibility".

Because when Annan had this thought, he had already fallen further away—in this unknown sea of ​​pure white, the speed of thought was still too slow. Annan was like a magnet attached to the refrigerator, and stuck to the wire with a snap.

Immediately afterwards, Annan's consciousness began to melt rapidly. The line grew rapidly, and became like a huge, constantly moving river. Annan just left a mark on the spot before it melted...or in other words, a great force hung a life buoy on Annan before he completely fell into the river.

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

A world that is somewhat familiar... yet strange to Annan.

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

Annan just had a vaguely humanoid silhouette, like a slender, lanky phantom silhouette.

His body exudes a faint, clear silver light like water waves... 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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