City of Miracles, Liveseyd.
Only when you truly see it with your own eyes can you understand just how magnificent and grand it really is.
It feels as if it has crossed endless ages of history, appearing weathered and solemn under the sculpting of time.
Yet, it gives off a sense even more vast and wild, like a myth reborn right before your eyes.
Each stone pillar rises over a hundred meters high, carved from solid gray-white rock.
Like a masterpiece of nature's craftsmanship, they stand on a gray-white foundation.
Some pillars support the dome, while others stand alone, as if resting places for ancient dragons that once existed in this world.
To be honest, a structure this grand could never be made by human hands alone.
"Found it! Found it! Found it!"
At this moment, the mad White Zetsu seemed to regain his sanity.
Looking at the gray-white city within the deep sea pit, he shouted excitedly, "City of Miracles, Liveseyd.
The Dragon of Imagination Ankewelt, by the authority of 'gods,' imagined this divine kingdom.
That's right, this is the work of the 'Visionary'!"
"A divine kingdom imagined?"
Obito was slightly stunned, staring at the magnificent City of Miracles before him.
He couldn't help but be shocked.
"You mean to say this divine kingdom was imagined? That it's fake?"
"No, you don't understand anything!"
White Zetsu became very agitated and shouted, "The City of Miracles was 'imagined,' but it's not fake. It really exists in the material world!"
"How is that possible?"
Obito frowned deeply.
Could a kingdom really appear just from imagination?
Wasn't that a bit too exaggerated?
Even a 'god' couldn't possibly do such a thing.
"Adam once said this," White Zetsu stared at the City of Miracles with trembling voice.
"Whatever it imagines must manifest. The kingdom it dreams of must descend into the material world. The future it declares will surely happen and become reality."
"Hm?"
Obito looked a little surprised and glanced at White Zetsu. "I remember, isn't this phrase the declaration of the Twilight Hermit Order?"
"That's right, exactly that phrase!"
White Zetsu clenched his fists, his emotions soaring and intense. He stretched out his arms forcefully like a fanatic believer.
"The true meaning of this phrase points to the pinnacle of the 'Spectator' Pathway—the authority of Sequence Zero, the 'Visionary.' I've realized it, I've realized it!!!"
"What exactly did you realize?"
Obito showed a look of disdain, startled by how crazy this guy seemed.
Although White Zetsu was usually somewhat insane, right now his madness was clearly on a whole other level!
"Adam founded the Twilight Hermit Order, and his purpose was never to resurrect the Creator!"
White Zetsu gave a sinister smile, his face full of confidence and arrogance.
"Although the details aren't clear yet, I am certain the Twilight Hermit Order is definitely connected to the 'Visionary's' god-making ritual!"
"God-making ritual?!"
Hearing this, Obito's interest instantly piqued, his eyes shining with excitement. "Are you sure about this?"
"If you had asked me before coming here, I wouldn't have been so certain."
White Zetsu paused and then looked toward the City of Miracles, licking his lips.
"But now, I am very sure—the Dragon of Imagination has most likely fallen. Adam inherited its legacy, and this divine kingdom must be the heritage of Ankewelt. As long as we obtain it, becoming a god is within reach!"
By the time he finished speaking, White Zetsu was trembling—but not from fear. It was from desire and excitement.
If it manages to seize Adam's chance to become a god, then it can replace him!
At that time, it will naturally take control of the Twilight Hermit Order, use Ankewelt's legacy, and rise to become the Sequence 0 'True God.' Its future will be truly bright!
"Hehe, then I'll congratulate you in advance, future 'Visionary.'"
Obito didn't have much interest in seizing the 'legacy.'
First, he was on the 'Chained' path, and adjacent paths were not 'Spectator.' Forcing a cross-path move would only drive him insane and might even offend 'Mother.'
Second, 'Mother' had already told him the entire Advancement Ritual for this pathway.
The greatest legacy was on the Moon, so there was no need to fight with White Zetsu.
"If you help me get the 'legacy' this time," White Zetsu looked at Obito sincerely and promised, "then in the future, I will definitely repay you by helping you obtain the legacy left by the 'Mother' on the Moon!"
"That's natural." Obito's lips curled slightly as he received this satisfying answer from White Zetsu.
"Don't worry. This time I will definitely help you get rid of Adam. This is not just for you, but also for myself. On this point, we share the same goal."
After their verbal agreement, the two used their spiritual bodies' flying ability and headed toward the City of Miracles in the deep-sea giant crater.
Standing before the magnificent and huge stone pillar clusters, the two felt their own insignificance.
On those stone pillars where ancient dragons once rested, they were like tiny specks of dust, barely noticeable.
The oppressive aura spreading over the entire island was enough to make their souls tremble, deeply making them realize the vast gap between themselves and higher-level beings.
And this was the leftover pressure from a 'god' who had fallen for countless years!
"Where do we go next?"
Obito looked around. There were many palaces, and for a moment, he didn't know which to choose.
"Right there!"
White Zetsu firmly pointed toward one of the palaces. "All the abnormalities on the island are converging on that palace!"
Obito followed the direction of his finger and saw a grand palace with a gray-white exterior, towering over two hundred meters high.
In front was a wide sacred path, a walkway tens of meters wide, wide enough for a dragon to march through.
Several thick stone pillars stood in front of the palace, slightly shorter than the palace itself, arranged straight like soldiers standing guard.
The two of them entered the palace through the exaggeratedly grand gate.
The first thing that caught their eyes was a spacious hall large enough for several giant dragons to roll around freely, supported by ancient stone pillars that seemed to hold up the sky itself.
On both sides of the hall were vivid murals, extending forward continuously and converging behind a half-section of a stone pillar so thick that it would take many people to hug it.
That massive pillar stood at the deepest part of the hall, right in front of them.
It did not rely on anything else, yet by its presence alone, it inspired a strong sense of awe and a feeling of the passage of time — like a petrified god.
Almost instantly, a gray-white figure appeared sketched on that giant pillar.
The figure was covered completely in scales, each seeming as solid as stone plates. Even its vague outline resembled a grand epic.
The "Dragon of Imagination," Ankewelt!
Just as the thought flashed through their minds, a strangely familiar voice echoed through the vast hall: "The 'Dragon of Imagination,' Ankewelt!"
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