Mr. A took a deep breath, suppressing his restless spirit, and turned to look at Uchiha Itachi.
Fortunately, before disappearing, the three great saints had foreseen the fate of the Aurora Order and left the "Holy Son" as a trump card.
He looked concerned and asked, "Holy Son, how is your Advancement Ritual coming along?"
As long as the Holy Son could ascend to Sequence Four, gaining the rank of a demigod, combined with the strange path of the "Hanged Man," leading the Aurora Order to regain its former glory would be easy.
"Almost there... just a little more!"
Uchiha Itachi shook his head, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "I can feel the Lord is both close and far. That moment is coming soon."
"That's good. I will spare no cost to help you succeed!"
Mr. A grinned fiercely, his expression terrifying beyond words. "Once you reach Sequence Four, the Aurora Order will regain its former glory."
Suddenly, a cold wind swept over the ruins.
All the followers caught in the wind felt corrupted, twisted whispers mixed within, seeping into their souls.
The originally clear blue sky was suddenly covered by a thick, heavy shadow, like a dark curtain descending.
This strange sight immediately put Mr. A and Uchiha Itachi on high alert. Their souls instinctively "grazed" the surrounding spirit energy, and the dense shadows around them shrank inward as if they had taken on a physical form.
In the next moment, both Mr. A and Uchiha Itachi felt a chill run down their spines, as if an invisible gaze was fixed on them.
"Who's there?!"
Mr. A's scalp tingled, and he quickly turned around.
At that moment, they suddenly noticed a figure standing in front of the statue of the "True Creator." They hadn't seen it appear.
The figure was wrapped in a dense shadow curtain, emitting an extremely ominous aura.
Within several meters around him, the air, ground, and even the light seemed swallowed by the shadow veil—lifeless and silent, filled only with darkness and death.
"Who are you?"
Mr. A remained highly alert, gathering the shadow mist nearby as he secretly grazed a soul to scout ahead.
Beside him, Uchiha Itachi silently released several spirit probes.
But just then—
The shadow curtain gradually faded, revealing the figure's true face.
He looked about thirty years old, with slightly curly black hair falling to his shoulders. His pale skin made him appear fragile, but an undeniable noble aura that made people hesitate to look directly at him radiated from within.
He wore a black robe embroidered with silver threads and mysterious, intricate symbols, decorated with ornate accessories.
In his hand was a pitch-black staff. Behind him hung layer after layer of illusory, dark wings that draped over most of his body.
"The Fallen Eye!"
Mr. A exclaimed sharply, veins cracking on his forehead as an eye sprouted from his flesh.
This was a unique power of the Hanged Man Path, allowing control over flesh to grow a "physical eye" to observe spiritual energy. Moreover, it could corrupt and taint the will of enemies.
However, a sudden change struck!
As Mr. A saw the man's face clearly, his whole body froze.
Those eyes had no whites—covered entirely by black shadows. They were like cold, bottomless abysses filled with endless malice and corrupt intent, crashing toward them like a tsunami.
Buzz!
Mr. A's spiritual energy trembled violently, sending out a sharp warning!
He was going to die!
He was going to die!
He was going to die!
At this moment, his spiritual energy screamed in agony, and his body showed signs of breaking apart.
Torn flesh wildly sprouted strange growths—meat buds, eyeballs, and terrifying mutations.
He let out a chilling scream as his whole body crumbled like rotting mud.
This scene frightened Uchiha Itachi beside him.
He had originally planned to use his "spiritual sight" to peek at the suddenly appearing figure, but after witnessing Mr. A's fate, he immediately dropped the idea.
Soon, Mr. A, who had shattered into a bloody mess, recovered back to his original form.
But this time, he didn't dare to "peek" again. Just a glance had filled him with a strong sense of death.
His spiritual intuition warned him that if he dared to look again, he would face unimaginable horror.
"You've done well."
The man glanced at the terrified Mr. A calmly and said, "Considering your merits, I'll forgive your recklessness this time."
"Y-You are...?"
Mr. A's pupils shrank. It was as if he guessed something, and his heart suddenly shook.
"Sasrir."
Sasrir glanced briefly and said indifferently.
That name instantly triggered Mr. A's memory. The fear on his face quickly turned into wild joy.
In the archives of the Aurora Order, it was recorded that during the distant Dark Era, under the true Creator who made everything, there were six Archangels serving him.
But five of them betrayed the Great Lord, while only one Archangel remained faithful, serving the Great Lord and walking the world.
Mr. A trembled with awe, dropping to his knees and pressing his forehead to the ground, shouting passionately,
"A miracle! A miracle!"
Uchiha Itachi looked confused. He had never heard of "Sasrir," but seeing Mr. A's reaction, he realized this person must hold a very high status.
"The Left Hand of God, the Lord's emissary, Deputy of Heaven!"
Mr. A's face was full of fervor as he shouted the revered name of the angel:
"Lord Dark Angel Sasrir!"
It turned out they had not been abandoned by the 'Lord.'
Surely, all of this was a test sent by the 'Lord'!
If not, then why would the angel who serves by his side answer their prayers and appear?
At this moment, Mr. A felt even more devout, experiencing an unprecedented happiness.
He was being cared for by the 'Lord.'
The Lord had not forgotten them!
"I come representing the Lord."
Sasrir's eyes were as dark as shadows.
Calmly, he said, "You shall immediately go to Konoha. At the right moment, the Lord will send divine guidance."
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