PFC Chapter 552 The Man Behind The Times, A Horrifying Conjecture!
Chapter 552 The Man Behind The Times, A Horrifying Conjecture!
"Abyss Will?!!"
The Supreme Lord's hair stood on end.
Abyss Will, isn't it a collective consciousness of Body Integration?
Abyss Will is not unfamiliar to all the divine realms.
Even the mundane world knows its name.
Throughout history, whether it is Heaven or Abyss, or the elemental divine realms, or even other minor divine realms, they all unanimously believe that Abyss Will is the combination of the conscious collective of Abyss creatures, Body Integration, and the will of the Abyss world.
It is an existence that is both orderly and chaotic.
It represents all Abyss creatures and the Abyss world.
But no matter who it is, no one believes that Abyss Will possesses self-awareness and is a separate organism.
If Abyss Will truly possesses self-awareness and a physical form, how massive would its size be? How terrifying would its power be?
"What evidence do you have?" The Supreme Lord forced himself to calm down and looked at the figure in the black robe.
"Do you need evidence?" The figure in the black robe sneered.
"I am just sharing with you what I know."
"If you don't care, you can pretend I never came."
The Supreme Lord fell silent once again.
Yes, some things do not require evidence.
The struggle of the ages is not conducted in a court of law.
When it comes to the ownership of the highest position, even the slightest clue is enough to prompt practical action.
"Supreme Lord, I know that you have been searching for my beloved." The figure in the black robe continued.
"You know his identity as the Descendant, and you know that he does not belong to this era."
"Furthermore, you know that he has changed me, my belief that I rely on for survival."
"But, you do not truly understand him."
"I can reveal one piece of information to you."
"He possesses the ability to create life."
"What?!!!" The Supreme Lord was shocked and lost his composure.
Life is fragile.
The powerful beings who stand above can destroy a world with a wave of their hand, killing billions of living beings.
But life is also sacred.
Even the strongest of the gods cannot create even the simplest life out of thin air.
The Supreme Lord's creation of the world and life is merely a self-proclaimed boast driven by the need for belief.
He is well aware that he does not possess the ability to create life.
At most, he can expedite the process of life's evolution through certain means and selectively choose life forms with specific traits.
In essence, life is still born naturally.
The thought of creating life, the Supreme Lord cannot even imagine what kind of realm that is.
"Isn't it incredible?" The figure in the black robe laughed. "Your intentions towards him are overestimating yourself and underestimating him."
"However, I did not come here today to show off how strong my man is."
"But..."
"Do you know what this is?"
The figure in the black robe reached out and lightly drew a line.
A spatial portal opened wide.
Several humanoid figures made of vines walked out of the spatial portal.
"Devil Slayers?" The Supreme Lord nodded. "They are a demon race that has recently gained fame in the Abyss."
"They are known for their formidable combat power."
"Their divine power far surpasses their peers, and their regenerative abilities are even stronger than ordinary demons."
"But... what you captured is different from what I know."
"Is it too primitive?" the figure in the black robe said.
"Yes, it is far from reaching the true strength of a Devil Slayer," the Supreme Lord said.
"Because this is the primitive version of a Devil Slayer," the figure in the black robe said.
"He, right in front of me, created the race of Demon Slayers!"
"The initial purpose was to purify the environment of the small world that had been corrupted by the Abyss."
"Are you telling the truth?" the Sublime Lord asked, surprised.
He did not believe that the other party would deceive him in such matters.
At this level, the past grievances between the two no longer mattered.
Just like when a person grows up and looks back on the fights they had with another child over a piece of candy, they can only feel that their past self was naive and childish.
Moreover, the Sublime Lord had always been the one bullying others.
"I have no reason to deceive you," the person in the black robe said.
"What I really want to say is not this."
"If you observe carefully, you will find that the Demon Slayers have hidden hands."
The Sublime Lord took hold of one of the Demon Slayers.
After a moment.
"...Yes, there are indeed hidden hands."
"As long as they are activated, they can achieve a controlling effect."
"Mature Demon Slayers also have this situation."
"But it is more subtle, I thought it was a natural defect, but I didn't expect..."
"Wait..."
The Sublime Lord suddenly remembered that angels also had similar "defects" on their bodies!
"It seems that you have noticed," the person in the black robe said.
"Angels also have these hidden hands."
"The higher the level of the angel, the more subtle it becomes."
"At the level of True God, it is almost imperceptible, but it still exists."
"Not only angels, but demons as well."
"I have found similar defects on the Abyss Great Demon."
"...We angels and demons were created by someone for some purpose?" A chilling sense of dread rose in the Sublime Lord's heart.
"And, by the same person," the person in the black robe said solemnly.
"By the same person... why? Why?" The Sublime Lord's heart was in turmoil.
"Let's put this question aside for now," the person in the black robe continued, "I have another question for you."
"How long have you been the Supreme God?"
Without waiting for the Sublime Lord to answer, the person in the black robe asked again, "How long do you think our era has existed?"
"From the ruins you have discovered and the various remnants of worlds, you should have made an estimate."
"Yes, compared to the duration of our era, the time you have been the Supreme God is insignificant!"
"So, where did the former gods of this era go?"
"Have you ever thought about why there is no ruler in our era?!"
"Before the Primordial Conflict, we could assume that the rulers disdained the pursuit of fame and fortune, and only sought the highest position."
"But on the battlefield of the Primordial Conflict, did any rulers appear?"
The words of the person in the black robe echoed like thunder in the Sublime Lord's mind!
A horrifying speculation gradually emerged in the Sublime Lord's mind.
What is the meaning of the existence of angels and demons?
Why do they both have the same hidden hands?
Why is there always a widespread Transcendent Level war that breaks the world and causes suffering every once in a while?
Where did the rulers of this era, the former gods, go?
Some questions can be ignored, and life can go on as usual.
But if one thinks carefully, it is enough to make one restless and anxious.
"Finally," the person in the black robe smirked, "In the first Primordial Conflict, twelve fragments of the Primordial appeared."
"That eyeball monster devoured two of them—"
"And it did so at a very rapid speed."
"How do you think it was able to do that?"