Queens, inside a nondescript house.

In the basement of the house, which was as large as a temple, Mr. A, dressed in a black robe with a hood, knelt in the darkness and whispered reverently.

In front of him was a statue nearly 3 meters long, and it was a person whose legs were tied with chains, connected to the upside down.

The upside-down hanger had the characteristic vertical eyes of a giant, and his arms were stretched out in a cross.

Mr. A stood up suddenly, looked at the figure that suddenly appeared behind him, and smiled on his beautiful face like a woman:

"Welcome, we shouldn't have seen each other in a while, right?"

Ember gets straight to the point:

"I want to see the true Creator."

The directness of the embers made Mr. A slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted and said cautiously:

"No problem, but I need to ask the Dark Sage for advice."

As if fearing that Ember would misunderstand, Mr. A paused and explained:

"The new world of painting is in the hands of the Sage, and I don't have permission to use it."

Ember bowed slightly:

"As soon as possible."

"I'm going to get in touch."

Mr. A immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said without hesitation.

Before he could finish speaking, he hurried out of the basement, leaving Ember alone with the idol of the true Creator, seemingly unafraid that Ember would destroy the idol of the true Creator—

After all, what happened to them before was far from harmonious.

But after a while, Mr. A returned to the basement.

And in his shadow, another figure quietly stood up and said in a low voice:

"Your Excellency Ember, my lord is looking forward to meeting you, please come with me."

As soon as the words fell, the figure silently hid in the darkness and disappeared, regardless of whether the embers could catch up or not.

And when Mr. A turned around and wanted to ask Ember, he found that he had long since disappeared.

——

Inside the basement of a house in the West End.

A few candles flickered with yellowish flames, illuminating the altars, chairs, and round tables that were placed around them.

At the edge of the light, in an extremely dark place, a figure seemed to be nothing, sometimes shaking, sometimes stretching, a thin layer, no thickness, like a shadow that came to life.

At the same time, at his side, a figure quickly outlined.

The Dark Sage walked straight into the darkness, followed by footsteps.

Perhaps because of the custom of the Aurora Society, their basements are always extremely spacious, like a temple.

And in the deepest part of this 'temple', there is a hidden room-

A room enclosed by two stone doors.

The Dark Sage stopped in front of the stone door and held out his hand to Ember and made a gesture of please.

Ember stepped forward slowly, pressing his hands on the two stone doors.

Thundered!

With a heavy pouring sound, the stone door slowly opened, opening a gap that could only accommodate one person.

“……”

The Dark Sage watched this scene and was silent for a long time, and finally passed through the narrow gap.

The room behind the door was as dimly lit as the basement outside, lit only by a few flickering candles.

Rows of bench seats are reflected in the dim light, making it look like a prayer hall for worshippers praying.

Passing through the corridor between the two rows of benches, there is an altar-like ornament in front of it.

But on the altar, instead of being inlaid with a holy emblem like the Church of the Seven Gods, there is a painting hanging on the wall—

It is a corner of the world of painting, a part of the original painting.

And the ontology of the world of painting is obviously not in the Northern Continent, but in the land of God's forsaken.

The Dark Sage stopped again, standing sideways, silently watching the embers.

Ember walked over to the altar and over to the painting.

And the moment he reached out and touched the painting, a flickering white light instantly enveloped it.

——

The world flickered before your eyes.

By the time he came back to his senses, the embers had already appeared halfway up the mountain.

Countless tiny black and red blood vessels stretched out of the fungus blanket, spreading like creepers to the top of the mountain.

The further down you go, the denser and thicker the 'blood vessels', and the thicker the fungus blanket.

Looking down from the heights, the foot of the mountain is a blood-colored hell bonded by endless fungus blankets, and everything you can see is blood-colored. The layers of 'blood vessels' are densely stacked together, which can naturally cause deep discomfort in people's hearts and make people feel disgusting and want to vomit.

But on the other hand, the higher up the 'blood vessels', the more sparse and thin they become, and they will crumble when you step on them.

It was not until near the top of the mountain that the blood vessels finally stopped spreading upward.

The verdant forest comes into view, full of life.

But at the same time, this green is the only spectacle in this bloody hell.

It wasn't the first time Ember had come to the world of painting, and he walked straight to the top of the mountain.

There is a village in the verdant forest, in which the sound of children frolicking can be heard from time to time.

And the last time Ember came, there was no one here.

And just as he was about to continue his march towards the temple at the top of the mountain, a crisp voice stopped him:

"Big brother!"

Ember turned around, and a cute little girl was trotting towards him with a windmill.

The little girl panted and came to Ember and handed the windmill in her hand to Ember, her dark eyes sparkling:

"For you."

"Thank you."

Ember was silent for a moment, then took the windmill and thanked him softly.

"You're welcome."

The little girl's eyes were bent into the shape of a crescent moon, and she asked curiously:

"Big brother, are you a pilgrim?"

"Pilgrims?"

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl's eyes lit up and she said excitedly:

"Grandma said that pilgrims come from far away, they come to us across hell just to go to the top of the mountain to see the Lord, and I want to be a pilgrim when I grow up!"

Ember looked at the little girl's innocent and lovely appearance, and admonished:

"It's better not to."

"Huh?"

The little girl blinked, stunned for a moment and did not react.

In the meantime, Ember had left and continued to move towards the top of the mountain.

The true creator is the creator believed in by the former Silver City, that is, the ancient sun god.

In the early days of the birth of the True Creator, even if his strength had been greatly weakened.

But with his alliance with the Black Emperor Solomon, he remained the orthodox faith of the Northern Continent.

However, he was soon defeated in the struggle against the Church of the Seven Gods, and his body was sealed in the forsaken land.

According to ancient legends, at some point in the Quaternary Period, Ulorius the 'Swallower' led a procession of devout pilgrims or remnants of the 'True Creator' on a pilgrimage to the throne in a boat in the face of many powerful enemies.

For some reason, he abandoned the ship and relied on the help of the 'true creator' or his own strength to directly separate the sea, leading the devout through the relics of the divine war into the 'Godforsaken Land', preserving the fire of the 'Redemption Rose', the 'Aurora Society' and other organizations.

In the Godforsaken Lands, they crossed the barren plains and built temples on their pilgrimage, the kind that was later discovered by the exploration team where the Sun was.

And you must know that until the Fifth Age, he was still one of the orthodox beliefs in the Northern Continent, and there must be many believers in it!

Even if the true creator is an 'evil god', he will not treat his devout followers as consumables.

After all, even if you think about it from the perspective of pure profit, whether it is a good god or an evil god, you need a large number of believers as an anchor.

No god would abandon his followers at will.

So the question is, where did the devout believers who followed the 'true Creator' to the Godforsaken Land go?

If they were in Godforsaken Lands, why did the temples they built become dilapidated?

Doesn't the true Creator provide refuge for His own followers?

Silver City relies on a few demigods who can survive in the Godforsaken Land, and it makes no sense that the real creator talks about a god who can't protect his followers.

But from a factual point of view, it is true that there is no trace of these 'pilgrims' in the forsaken land.

So, are these people living in the world of painting?

Theoretically, it is possible that the world of painting, as a complete world, can provide for millions of people to survive, and the world of painting in the Steam Church is the best example.

But the pictorial world owned by the real creator does not look like a suitable type of survival. Widespread corruption has rendered the world almost worthless, and a small patch of forest at the top of a mountain alone is enough to feed a thousand people......

While thinking, Ember had unconsciously arrived at the temple at the end of the mountaintop.

Like last time, the temple was huge and large, but it was still extremely empty.

Only this time it was different from the last time, as there was someone at the entrance of the temple welcoming Ember.

It was a tall old man.

He was nearly 2.30 meters tall, with a slightly arched back, all white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars on the sides of his mouth, and a dark clergyman's robe.

He bowed slightly:

"Welcome, Ember Lord, my lord has kept me here for a long time."

"Who are you?"

The clergyman, who was hunched up, still bowed, but his voice became a little louder:

"I am the attendant of the Lord God's throne, Stever, the Angel of the Word."

As he spoke, the old man's figure swelled to a height of four meters, followed by patches of dark illusory feathers, which intertwined with light and shadow, weaving into four pairs of deep but sacred wings.

Ember calmly looked at the giant in front of him and said lightly:

"Lead the way."

Stepper saluted respectfully and walked into the temple with heavy steps.

The temple is flanked by a large number of statues, all of which are vertical one-eyed giants.

And at the end of the temple, the huge reverse cross is the same height as the hundred-meter-high temple.

Countless huge black iron nails and chains hung a naked man covered in blood and firmly bound to it.

The Hanged Man, the True Creator.

The upside-down giant opened his eyes behind the curtain of shadows and stared at the embers in an upside-down posture.

A terrifying aura descended suddenly, dark, filthy, and full of depravity!

The Angel of the Word, Stephen, bowed his head respectfully, not daring to look at the upside-down giant who had opened his eyes, and withdrew from the temple in a backward posture, leaving only the embers alone with the true Creator.

"Ember."

The upside-down giant's lips opened and closed, and he made a buzzing sound:

"I'd like to make a deal with you."

At the same time as the voice sounded, a burst of mutters with a strong sense of madness suddenly sounded in Ember's ears.

The madness was like a thin steel needle, piercing the eardrum and piercing the brain, causing people a burst of pain.

For ordinary people, just hearing His voice is enough to cause a loss of control.

But for Ember, raising your hand will do the trick.

What really interested Ember was the language of the 'True Creator' -

It wasn't Hermes, it wasn't Giants or Elves, it wasn't even any of the languages spoken in the Northern Continent.

But Ember was extremely familiar with it, because it was Chinese, Chinese with some strange tongue sound.

Without the whispering that comes with it, it sounds a little strange at best.

But with the blessing of the layers of illusory whispers, his voice sounded more like the whispers of the old gods.

"What deal?" Ember asked rhetorically.

The upside-down giant made another sound:

"You need the Sea of Chaos, I need to desecrate the Slate."

"You desecrate the slate for me, and I will give you the coordinates of the Chaos Sea."

"Plus, I can give you one piece of information, and the other one I'm working with the other you."

Ember didn't seem surprised, and asked in his usual tone:

"Where's the blasphemous slate?"

"The Giant Court."

"You need the key."

"Where's the key?"

"I don't know, my influence in the Northern Continent is limited, you have to find it yourself."

"In exchange, I can give you one more piece of information."

"Amon is trapped in the Sea of Chaos."

The true Creator's answer is quite sincere.

Ember asked casually:

"What advice do you have if I'm going to kill Amon?"

The upside-down giant was silent for a long time, and then slowly spoke:

"He has many clones left in the Northern Continent, if you want to kill him, it is best to destroy all of his clones in one fell swoop."

Ember was slightly surprised:

"Isn't he your son?"

The True Creator's tone returned to calm:

"He hates me."

The answer was not asked, but it was sincere.

Ember asked casually:

"What else is required? You'd better make it clear at once. ”

The True Creator said in a deep voice:

"I'll give you the coordinates of the Chaos Sea, and you give me the Chaos Sea."

"Only the right to use."

"Yes."

"It's a pleasure to work with."

The hanging giant was silent and hummed:

"It's a pleasure to work with."

"Keys?"

Ember recalls that he had been aboard the Golden Dream for a while.

On that occasion, Adewina's men happened to salvage a huge black iron key.

Is it possible that that is the key to the Giant's Court?

Ember suddenly asked:

"What does the key look like?"

The real creator was silent for two seconds, and a picture appeared—

It was a huge black iron key, which could not be said to be exactly the same as what Ember had seen, but it could only be said to be exactly the same.

Ember immediately spoke:

"I've seen this key."

Adevina should still be in the Sunia Sea.

And it just so happened that he needed to take a trip to the Sunia Sea recently.

“……”

The True Creator did not respond, probably not expecting it to be so soon, and it took a long time before he spoke:

"When you find the key, you can go to Stever and he will take you to the Godforsaken Lands."

(End of chapter)