Myriad Devils-Chapter 245: The identity of The Omniscient Saintess

In Anon’s Nine Rivers Esoteric World, his dream palace was already larger than the entirety of Earth’s five hundred million square miles.

With this being the case, one could only imagine how large the Temporal Palace situated in the Dreamland was.

The Temporal Palace Master’s throne alone spanned from the palace floors, delving seven lightyears deep into the cosmic sky littered with radiant stars above the Dreamland.

The figure on the throne was only manifested by the remnant thoughts of the Temporal Palace Master; however, this manifestation was formed from the thoughts of a Paradisical soul, the thoughts of a Human Emperor, the thoughts of an Overlord.

The Temporal Palace Master’s upper body was swallowed by the cosmic sky, and the rest was covered by a gown that was of a deep shade of blue, reflecting a nightly sky, dotted by stars strung together by a silvery web.

Pinching the world, the Temporal Palace Master gently pulled. It was akin to a veil that obscured the eyes being unveiled, or maybe a curtain that covered a window being parted.

"Enter..." her voice was high-pitched, grating, and reminiscent of nails scraping against a wooden board.

One who listened to this voice extensively would be driven mad.

A phantom-like silhouette appeared before the throne, kneeling, and it voiced, "The Young Lord has requested our aid."

"Go on..." The residual force of her voice resonated, causing the silhouette to tremble.

As it rose to its feet, a series of afterimages flickered in its wake, stuck in time. Each step it took left echoes of its past self, lingering just a fraction longer than reality could hold.

Usually, it would’ve disappeared already, but under the weight of her voice, it had no choice but to stride toward the grand doors of the throne room.

With each stride, more afterimages formed... ghostly visages hovering in the air, depicting the struggle of moving under the weight of her words.

The throne room transformed into a surreal image of blurred shadows and ethereal light, as the very concept of time stretched and warped around the figure.

Finally, the residual force of her voice dissipated, and in a moment after, the silhouette disappeared, almost as if it was never present.

"So the attempt on the Young Lord encroaches upon us," her voice thundered.

"The schemes of the Human Lord are commendable, bestowing this opportunity to catch a big fish who likes to wander." The Temporal Palace Master’s laughter shook the entirety of the Temporal Palace.

"The Weaver of Dreams, eh... Hehe, I hope you are ready to reveal yourself to the cosmic space..."

.....

"Inflation my ass," Anon scowled. Was this the first time he had cursed upon becoming an otherworldly creature?

His father was simply too much, even an abstract soul had to curse aloud.

"This matter, stop it." He frowned deeply, waving his hand and shooing the dream spirit. The dream spirit struggled to maintain her visage in the chaos of his swats.

"Anyway," his expression turned solemn, and he pinched at his glabella. A cloud of thoughts manifested as a swirling mass of starlight.

I Am.

The Young Lord.

The Chosen...

The dream spirit swiftly reacted, and the mysteries of the Domain of Dreams nurtured the cloud of thoughts, and soon after, a figure identical to Anon appeared.

He had dreamy wings on his back and a pair of hazy eyes. His skin was fairer than snow, and there was a divine tattoo on his forehead that was doused in a deep shade of purple.

Standing naked before the true body, he snickered aloud, "I’m magnificent, you’re magnificent, if it were not for my reliance on the Domain of Dreams, wouldn’t we be each other’s ideal lover?"

Anon gently shook his head, "But I’m the origin, and you were created only on a whim. Our status is not suited to be lovers, but more so the Father and the Son."

"You make a good point," the thoughts manifested through the power of dream pinched his chin and pondered.

He had no hair, no skull.

Above his forehead was a hazy void with swirling starlight that spilled a dreamy glow.

The dream form showed some emotion in its eyes before sighing and saying, "I’ll notify you when the Supreme Armament and the Divine Battle Art arrive."

Anon nodded; however, he could not leave before the dream spirit had no choice but to jump into the conversation.

"Young Lord, you still have commitments," she exclaimed.

"Let my dream form handle those matters." Anon raised his hand to prevent the dream spirit from rejecting.

He was about to leave...

No!

"Does enlightening the principle of Destiny lead to dementia?" Anon knitted his brows, and at the same time, the eyelids of his dream form began twitching.

"How could we forget about the Omniscient Saintess?" The dream form cursed under its breath and then looked at the dream spirit with a dark gaze, causing her to shy away.

He beckoned for an answer, "Across the cosmic space, which entity has the title, Omniscient Saintess?"

The dream spirit waved its hands, and the mysteries of the dream domain overwrote what was detailed on the dream window.

Anon squinted his eyes, and those large sun stars fell on the dream spirit’s miniature figure.

"Why’re you showing us missions?" The dream spirit frowned.

The dream spirit quickly replied, "The Young Lord has authority and status; however, He also has a responsibility."

"In the first thousand years, he must complete a mission worth more than one million merit points, and in the next ten thousand years, he must complete a mission worth one hundred million merit points..."

Thrum!

The palace trembled, the Nine Rivers Esoteric World quaked, and the mysteries of the celestial aura and ungodly nature attracted the gazes of Dimension Lords, Abstract, and Paradisical gazes.

He met their gazes with his own, and his voice roared across the entire celestial island, "Does my father think of me as some dog?!"

The instant he began shouting curses at the Human Lord, and his rage spread farther and wider, the gazes of the many Dimension Lords, and those with Abstract souls, swiftly retreated.

It was only a son’s displeasure with his father’s decision, but these Dimension Lords did not want anything to do with this.

Only some of the Paradisical gazes remained, intrigued and amused. However, they were bound to be disappointed.

He did not plan to run a circus, so there was no need to put on a comedic show for the enjoyment of others.

It was okay for others to humiliate themselves for him, but the other way around was not something that he could easily accept.

The dream spirit, upon seeing Anon’s expressions relax, sighed with a sense of relief. But his chilling gaze as he sifted through the dream window caused her to shudder.

"T-The Young Lord does not need to be angered," she mustered enough courage to say, "There is information about the Omniscient Saintess amongst these missions... though, that mission has never been completed."

Upon hearing this, his already dark expressions darkened even more.

Ideally, since he was forced to complete a mission within a thousand years, he would choose the safest mission, one that was easy to complete, and still met the one million merit points mark.

However, the mission involving the Omniscient Saintess was not completed, ever...?

How dangerous was it?

With even his True Father mentioning that Saintess, and with an Overlord being instigated to carry a message on behalf of that Saintess, then it should’ve fallen within his own expectations, the danger level involving that existence.

Anon’s dream form was the one to locate the information that involved the Saintess...

A peculiar expression appeared on his face, and soon after, it appeared on Anon’s actual face as well.

"Why is it?" He glanced toward the dream spirit with a doubtful expression.

The dream spirit explained, "Individuals of the Human species with a status less than Tier One have no authority to glimpse at this mission."

Meaning, those who failed this mission were already some of the strongest individuals in the Human species.

Anon would’ve already ignored the mission; however, he could not.

"Because the Elven race is a part of the Human species, this mission is deemed safe, with a death rate of zero. The journey to the Elven territory is more dangerous than the actual mission." The dream spirit grinned meaningfully.

He saw that grin and immediately smelled a conspiracy.

His vertical eye opened, and the principle of Destiny burned with vigor within his chest; however, he could not place his hand on whatever this conspiracy was.

"However, while the Elven race is considered part of the broader Human species, they have not officially aligned themselves under its banner." The dream spirit sighed.

She concluded, "Humanity has always sought to establish a diplomatic alliance with the Elven race, aiming for them to become a unified force alongside other races, such as the Tabaxi and Dwarves..."

"And the Omniscient Saintess?" Anon questioned.

"The Omniscient Saintess is naturally this generation’s Saintess of the Elven race. Each generation of Saintess has a status equivalent to the Elven Queen, and sometimes, their authority goes beyond the Elven Queen when making decisions vital to the race."

The dream spirit emotionlessly stated, "Ideally, whoever is to attempt this mission must prioritize the Omniscient Saintess more than the Elven race."

"Our Human species dominates the cosmic space."

"Another race under our banner is less important than an omniscient entity."