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Deep in the Spirit World Depths, Leyton quickly located Adamantine Veer's area by relying on the paper figures he had left behind earlier.
After some roaming, he and Sasrir approached the underwater city where Adamantine Veer was located.
"A Trinity Templar, in a somewhat strange state, like he's on the verge of going mad but not quite."
Before even getting close, Sasrir had already sensed Adamantine Veer's presence, and even knew his Sequence.
On the verge of going mad? That makes sense... Sealed in the deep, dark seabed for over a thousand years, going mad would be the most normal outcome. For Adamantine Veer to still retain his sanity, it seems like a big problem. Leyton pondered inwardly, then asked curiously:
"What's wrong with his state?"
The last time he communicated with the three-headed sea serpent, he only felt that its sanity was too well-preserved, and he didn't notice anything wrong with it.
"This Pathway is inherently prone to madness and loss of control due to the influence of the True Creator."
"The sea serpent you mentioned, sealed by Solomon, has long since deteriorated over a thousand years, yet it strangely maintained its sanity, without truly falling into the Abyss of loss of control."
Sasrir's tone revealed a strong interest in the three-headed sea serpent.
Leyton pondered briefly before speaking:
"He merged with a Spectator characteristic, though I don't know which Sequence, but he should have mastered some Beyonder abilities related to the mind."
"Spectator, in a sense, is actually the Pathway most prone to losing control."
Sasrir responded with a hint of emotion.
As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the Spirit World area corresponding to the underwater city.
Leyton stopped moving forward. He carefully surveyed his surroundings, purple light swirling in his eyes. His gaze easily penetrated the Spirit World, looking towards the abandoned City in the deep sea.
All the strange marine creatures he had seen during his last visit had vanished, as if they had suddenly migrated, leaving no trace behind.
The strange marine creatures he saw last time were indeed deliberately cultivated by him. It's just unknown if they were for amusement, to resist the seal, or perhaps both?
As he pondered, the purple light in his eyes turned light blue. He extended his left hand forward, and circles of warm, clear light radiated outwards, penetrating the Spirit World and illuminating the ruins of the City in the deep sea.
Under the bright light, the abandoned underwater city revealed its True appearance.
The architecture, primarily carved from marble, perhaps due to being submerged for too long, no longer had much detail. Many areas had collapsed and were badly damaged, appearing somewhat rugged, a completely different architectural style from the Fourth Epoch and Fifth Epoch.
This City, which had been submerged for an unknown period, was surprisingly not covered by seaweed or sand, and was very well preserved. It even looked like it had just been cleaned. A thought emerged in Leyton's mind.
"He has incorporated a Manipulator characteristic and is in a deep sleep, fighting against the oppressive madness and mixed desires within his dreams."
Sasrir's voice calmly rang out.
He stepped forward, his figure suddenly vanishing from the Spirit World and entering the deep sea of reality, walking through the abandoned City on the seabed, as if searching for something.
The next moment, He lightly tapped the ground, which had become a bed of broken stones, with the deep blue staff He held.
The surrounding seawater suddenly surged, flowing rapidly, circling the abandoned City and isolating a dry, waterless area.
Leyton, in the Spirit World, quietly watched this scene, not rushing to step into the underwater city. He felt that Sasrir's actions should not be over yet.
As if responding to his thoughts, in the underwater city, where the seawater had already been isolated, Sasrir slowly walked forward, and layers of substantial, dark blackness rapidly spread out from Him.
Forming a pitch-black, viscous "ocean" filled with a Fallen aura.
His staff lightly touched the ground, making no sound, as if even sound was swallowed by that layer of dark blackness.
With His movements, the surrounding dark blackness suddenly came alive, surging like water, gathering into a bizarre sea serpent with three heads and eight tails. If one ignored its upper body, it looked more like a giant octopus.
Its entire body was shrouded in pitch-black shadows, making it impossible to see many details, including the age of its three heads. One could only vaguely discern many layered, continuous blurred patterns on its body.
It was like an Convergence of various Fallen intentions, giving off a feeling of utter madness.
Sasrir directly ignored its roars and wildly twisting body. As He slowly approached, He casually waved the deep blue staff He held, and streaks of traces appeared in mid-air.
Those were blades from the "Fallen" domain, exceptionally sharp blades that could not only corrode flesh but also annihilate souls.
The bizarre sea serpent, aggregated from various Fallen intentions, was struck by the blades before it could even react.
Its body, shrouded in pitch-black shadows, instantly shattered, turning into puddles of flowing pitch-black liquid that fell into the dark "ocean" below.
The "ocean" filled with Fallen aura, covering the underwater city, quickly faded, turning into ordinary shadows and vanishing into thin air.
After a brief silence, shadows began to float and gather in the central square of the City.
Sasrir walked forward at an unhurried pace, and to His right, Leyton's figure quickly outlined itself.
"I remember this mutated monster; it was a Naga's belief. I didn't expect it to still be alive."
Sasrir's voice was calm, with a slight hint of teasing.
Leyton turned his head to Sasrir with curiosity and asked:
"Has he lived for a very long time?"
Is this mutated sea serpent of the Hanged Man Pathway also a long-lived species?
Sasrir recalled briefly and said:
"His True form seems to be a mutated Naga. That kind of creature can barely be considered a long-lived species."
"That's not entirely it."
"The reason I've lived so long is also due to the seal left by the Black Emperor."
"This rule-distorting seal also distorted the effect of time on me."
Adamantine Veer's body had emerged from the shadows gathering in the square. His three heads, each at a different age, spoke a sentence, completing Sasrir's answer.
As he fully revealed his form, Leyton finally saw his appearance clearly.
Upon closer inspection, he indeed had some resemblance to a Naga, just a Naga enlarged dozens, even hundreds of times.
His tail split into eight slightly slender, more tentacle-like forms; his head had three sea serpent heads of different ages, with eerie green vertical pupils carrying a chilling coldness, like terrifying hunters hidden in the dark.
His body was covered with constantly shifting, bizarre patterns, with a strong sense of distortion, as if they grew out of his flesh.
This made his appearance extremely ferocious. Without blood sacrifices, just his own image alone could make him a wicked god in various legends and stories.
More like a giant mutated octopus than a mutated sea serpent or Naga. A thought had just crossed Leyton's mind and was quickly erased by him, after all, this mutated Naga in front of him had incorporated the Spectator Pathway characteristic.
"Dark Angel?"
"He is not the Dark Angel. The True Creator has not yet Fallen."
"What if, when we were sealed here, even our perception of our own Pathway was blocked?"
"His performance just now was completely unlike a Sequence 2 Profane Presbyter. The oppressive feeling from him was also the same."
"You have not truly seen a Profane Presbyter."
"You two stop arguing and mind your image!"
Adamantine Veer's three heads immediately began talking to themselves.
Leyton looked at Adamantine Veer, who was talking to himself, and fell into thought. His three heads each had completely independent consciousnesses. If a decision had a problem, how would they make a judgment? Bring in the tails to vote too?
"You learned the Dream Weaver's ability and divided your consciousness into three independent personalities to combat the loneliness and madness accumulated over a long period of time."
Sasrir's calm voice spoke with great certainty.
"That's right."
"If I didn't constantly chat and argue with those two, I would have gone mad long ago."
"Having to talk to you two old men every day, I'm almost going mad too."
"We are all the same age."
"Only he is older, I am still very young!"
"I meant psychological age!"
Adamantine Veer seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, or perhaps it was a compromise and change made to maintain the stability of the three independent consciousnesses: as long as one head spoke a sentence, the other two heads also had to speak a sentence.
"Your state is very well maintained, even better than some angels."
Sasrir praised Adamantine Veer, and without waiting for his response, continued:
"The seal left by Solomon has been significantly diluted by you. It won't be difficult to remove the remaining seal for you. I hope you can keep your promise."
"Of course."
"Thank you very much!"
"I will send down an oracle to all Nagas still active at sea, declaring my subservience to the True Creator."
Adamantine Veer spoke somewhat impatiently. Sealed in the cold, dark seabed for over a thousand years, his desire for freedom and a powerful background had never been stronger.
If I had chosen to become a subsidiary god of a certain deity back then, perhaps I wouldn't have been sealed in the seabed by Solomon for so long.
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