Myriad Devils-Chapter 219: Enter the third world, now!

For eleven minutes and six seconds, a musical note played across the entire city of millions upon millions of Infernal god worshippers.

This was a pleasant sound, a call for prayer, so to speak.

The Inverted Cathedral can appear, at times, like any random cathedral, and at other times, the grandest, most unimaginable holy cathedral.

Swarms of worshippers stepped through the cathedral’s doors, filling up the endless rows of benches within.

Luckily, even the most pitiful members were in the first and second worlds. Even with so many individuals, with their individual power, and under the gaze of the servants and saint, there was an order to the way they entered the cathedral.

This time, the call to prayer came as an unexpected but welcomed surprise.

Usually, when the call to prayer sounded, it meant that the purest incarnation in all of his magnificence would be delivering a sermon in the flesh.

On other occasions, it was the saint in white who gave sermons once a week; however, the sermon of the purest incarnation was a great event that may not occur more than once in a year.

At the beginning of the new year, 2082, the purest incarnation had already given a sermon, and now, a few months later, he was giving another one.

How unprecedented!

The purest incarnation sat in the first row. Besides him, only the saint in white, and the youngest of the saints, Seth Constantin, was allowed to sit in the first row.

The second row was reserved for the thirty-three other saints, and the third row was reserved for the one hundred and eight servants of the saints.

The purest incarnation gently held the inverted cross near his chest and prayed toward the statue, displaying an indescribable scene.

His perception encompassed the entire inverted cathedral, and only due to the cathedral’s mysterious nature, his perception did not expand beyond.

Though the space within the inverted cathedral had stretched to more than twenty kilometers in length and twenty-five kilometers in width, accommodating hundreds of millions of worshippers, his perception was not the slightest bit strained.

Each worshipper, and the slow inhale of every individual... he perceived everything.

His lips curled upward.

He, the purest incarnation, rarely felt the stirring of his seven emotions and six desires. He was, after all, created in the likeness of the great Infernal god.

Emotions and desires held little sway over his unfathomable soul.

However, less than five hours ago, he had seamlessly tied a loose end. What was a disadvantage was destined to now become an advantage.

In a splendid mood, he chose to spread the teachings of the great Infernal god once more. The past few hours were spent in preparation for this sermon.

The slight smile on his face had slowly grown into a radiant one, as he thought, ’I do wonder, dear Anon, will your mind still be intact after the passing of several millennia?’

One hour of Earth’s skewed time flow saw the passing of a century in the inverted sky dimension.

Compared to the cosmic space, this conversion rate could still be considered tame.

Back then, as the purest incarnation, he too had stepped into that forsaken realm. In fact, amongst all saints, only he had stepped in and transcended.

With each Empyrean battle separated by hundreds or sometimes even thousands of years, it had taken him tens of thousands of years to finally nurture a primordial cloud, and even then, this was all thanks to his exceptional ability.

’Three days constitutes more than several thousand years. I truly wonder, dear Anon, if would’ve kept your sanity by then.’

The purest incarnation really wanted to take a peek, but wouldn’t that ruin the fun?

Rather than seeing him slowly descend into madness, the instantaneous switch from that haughty youth to an insane man...

"Ugh..."

This was too pleasurable.

Perspectively speaking, this was akin to a mortal constantly teasing themself, delaying the inevitable act to increase that indescribable sensation.

Ahem~!

Suddenly, the saint in white subtly attracted his attention, drawing him out of his deep thoughts.

Slowly, the purest incarnation rose to his feet and stepped onto the grand altar, where the statue was located. The moment he stepped onto the grand altar, he stepped into the light that originated from outside the cathedral.

This light passed through the stained glass windows, which depicted indescribable scenes, and doused the purest incarnation in an air of otherworldliness.

Standing to the side of the statue of the great Infernal god, the purest incarnation was just about to open his mouth and voice the teachings of the great Infernal god to millions of reverent worshippers.

The audience, numbering in the hundreds of millions, awaited with bated breath for this unexpected sermon.

At least, this was what he expected.

He looked at the worshipers, but they did not seem to be looking at him. Even the servants, the saint in white, and the littlest one...

Their faces all radiated shock, astonishment, and disbelief.

The radiant smile on his face had not disappeared, and even his eyes smiled as he thought, ’Has He manifested in flesh?’

Following their gazes, the purest incarnation slowly turned toward the statue of the great Infernal god, and soon, he too adorned an exasperated expression.

The statue had split in two, like it did a few hours ago, opening a pathway to another dimension; however, the only problem was, the purest incarnation had not activated the power of the inverted cathedral.

Besides him, no other saint held the authority to wield the inverted cathedral.

So, if it was not open from the outside, then what could pry open the statue of the great Infernal god from within?

’This is a statue connected to more than six hundred material dimensions. In this delicate time, there are no saints within any of these dimensions...’ The purest incarnation needed to remind himself of knowledge he already knew.

Naturally, from the moment he laid eyes on the pried open statue, there was that particular thought; however, he refused to believe it.

He absolutely refused...

"Hahahahaha...!"

A boisterous laughter reverberated throughout the interior realm of the inverted cathedral.

Sticking out his head, Anon was instantly overwhelmed by the sight of hundreds of millions of worshippers, all staring at him with incredulous expressions.

His weighty, deathly gaze instantly crushed the weight of millions upon millions of gazes.

In the immediate moment he appeared, and his eyes were revealed, an innumerable number of worshipers coughed up blood and fell unconscious.

The entire inverted cathedral was on the brink of chaos.

Anon slowly stepped out of the parted statue, greeting the too stunned to speak, saint in white, and a particular Seth Constantin who had shot up to his feet in disbelief.

"Y-Y-You, you, you..." Needless to say, Seth was dazed. His face contorted into a ghastly expression as even he suffered under the weight of Anon’s gaze.

This gaze was akin to a sea of blades soaked in a deathly aura for eons, tearing apart at one’s flesh and soul, slowly yet surely.

There seemed to be no escape from such a gaze.

"Me, me, me, what?" Anon leisurely chuckled. There was a short instance where he felt many ill gazes directed at him; however, with one look, all the saints retreated from their positions.

The body of the saint in white trembled. Whether it was from shock or rage, Anon could not tell, nor did he care to.

Instead, he was more intrigued by the purest incarnation, the saint closest to him, and yet, the one who had remained the most silent since the moment of his appearance.

That gaze...

Shrouded in obscurity at the time, the deathly gaze from the mouth of the future, the purest incarnation, finally realized the one who wielded such a gaze.

In the moment he came to this realization, it was akin to a dam suddenly bursting in his mind.

Recent memories flooded his consciousness.

From his thoughts before stepping onto the altar, to the first genuine meeting with Anon, and to his meeting with Seth Constantin in the sixth layer of the mind-swallowing abyss, and even further back, to a time before Seth met with Anon...

"Y-Y-You, you, you?!" Eerily similar to Seth’s outburst, the purest incarnation stumbled back and incoherently rambled on and on.

His gaze toward Anon was brimming with unhealthy hatred, yet his words were directed elsewhere this time.

They carried a hint of disbelief tinged with his unwillingness, aimed at the shadows of something larger rather than the figure before him.

"Me, me, me, again?" Anon chuckled darkly, "What’s wrong with you incarnations?"

The purest incarnation scowled deeply, "What are you speaking about? Disillusion yourself. You are within the inverted cathedral, there is no..." Before completing his words, the purest incarnation violently shook his head.

He wasn’t supposed to be wasting time explaining anything. This was that entity’s doing...

Clenching his head tightly, he growled, "Anon, enter the third world now!"

The purest incarnation was completely outraged this time.

’Everything, from the beginning to the end, everything was already preordained by that monstrous human.’

’What avatar? Isn’t this the power of his true body?!’

’Why? Why?! Why!’

The purest incarnation screamed inwardly.

His eyes were bloodshot as stellar cosmic energy surged in the world around him. He instantly claimed authority over the inverted cathedral...

Already within the bounds of the inverted cathedral, Anon had no chance. Even if he was a primordial drifter, the purest incarnation was also a primordial drifter.

Anon’s blades released a light hum, but the inverted cathedral completely suppressed its power.

"I said, enter the third world, now!" The purest incarnation bellowed before lunging at Anon. This child did not seem to understand the situation.

He, the purest incarnation, would certainly make sure of it. Even if by force, on this day, Anon was going to enter the third world.

However, the thought of lunging toward Anon and restraining him had only surfaced in his mind before the weight of a universe pressed down onto his shoulder.

The space within the inverted cathedral was an entirely different dimension; however, under a single arm, space contorted, warped, folded, and shattered.

A single arm stretched out of a boundless darkness.

This was a pale arm with porcelain skin, a delicate arm with slender fingers, an arm that stretched toward the purest incarnation and gently pressed down on his shoulder.

What followed was a voice.

This was a voice that resonated from all directions.

This was a voice that lifted the consciousness of hundreds of millions and threw it around like a ping-pong ball.

This was a pleasant voice, a pristine voice, a profound voice...

"Little things, you’ve all served your purpose."