Whether it was the black mist condensed from desires and emotions, or the python-like tentacles growing from the ground, they all instinctively avoided the historical scroll formed by countless fragments of civilization.
Within the historical scroll, Leyton and Amon's figures continuously jumped, chased, and fought through one scene after another.
Their actions caused these fragments of civilization to flicker on and off, and from time to time, some fragments would completely dim and disappear.
During the chase, Amon seemed to gradually discover the pattern here, constantly using acts of deception and theft to destroy the content within the fragments of civilization, causing them to fall into contradiction and naturally extinguish.
"History is a very rigorous thing, it cannot tolerate a single Error, and I happen to be the existence closest to 'Error'."
"Fortunately, this avatar of mine is already the Trojan Horse of Destiny, otherwise, it would be quite troublesome to modify the contents of these fragments of civilization."
Amon destroyed the fragments of civilization while chatting with Leyton.
Losing his informational ability greatly restricted Leyton's actions within the historical scroll, and he somewhat struggled to keep up with Amon's pace.
Brilliant starlight surged in, drilling into this level of civilization, and specks of starlight re-converged internally, revealing Leyton's figure. He gazed at Amon, who seemed to be waiting for him, and calmly said, "Perhaps, you need to speed up a bit. I still have many fragments of civilization I can use, and if you don't hurry, the struggle outside might already be over by the time you get out."
Amon raised his eyebrow and looked at Leyton unhurriedly, saying, "Do you think an unstable evil spirit, an angel of the same Pathway, and an Ouroboros with no frontal combat ability can defeat that fanatic?"
"Even if that winged fat lizard is an ancient god resurrected from death, at Sequence 2, it won't have any overpowered abilities. Furthermore, in mental battles, someone who has died once can easily die a second time."
"How did you figure that out? You shouldn't have met Ankewelt before, right?"
Leyton looked at Amon with some doubt. He found it normal for Adam to recognize Ankewelt, but how did Amon recognize him?
"Is it that hard to guess? When he and my fanatical brother were restraining each other in the spiritual world earlier, I stole many thoughts from him."
As he spoke, Amon pinched the monocle over his right eye. The scene of people building houses in the fragments of civilization suddenly burst into flames, burning down the wooden houses.
As the houses were burned down, this fragment of civilization quickly dimmed, disintegrating into nothingness bit by bit.
Having done all that, Amon's body instantly dematerialized, breaking down into streams of pure information, and drilled into the next fragment of civilization.
As if he found himself not fast enough, the torrent of information that Amon had transformed into immediately split into several streams, drilling into fragments of civilization in different directions.
Seeing Amon's actions, Leyton sighed softly, "The Error Pathway truly restrains me."
As he sighed, his body quickly cracked, and countless dark things surged out from within him. In an instant, he transformed into a black ball of thread covered in eyes.
Each eye shimmered with cold, pure light, giving an impression of extraordinary holiness and wisdom, yet also appearing quite indifferent and devoid of warmth.
Each eye reflected a fragment of civilization, simultaneously bringing all of Amon's avatars into view.
By transforming himself into an informational creature, Amon rapidly traversed different fragments of civilization, destroying them one by one.
During this process, Amon's information was gradually being recorded and analyzed by Leyton.
As the fragments of civilization dimmed one by one, soon, only the last bright area of the historical scroll remained.
On the black ball of thread, all the eyes stared at Amon, who was rapidly moving his position as an informational creature. Deep blue, almost purple, radiance flowed in each eye, outlining a complex and mysterious pattern.
Amon, who was maintaining his information flow state, suddenly stopped. The complex and pure information rapidly collapsed inward, reassembling Amon's body.
Leyton retrieved the Beyonder abilities that Amon had "stolen" from him.
Amon didn't get angry when his stolen Beyonder abilities were taken back by the other party. He curled his lips and chuckled, "Anyway, there's only one left, but your informational ability is indeed very useful."
A gurgling sound of flowing water responded to Amon's words. A greenish-black river flowed from beyond the fragments of civilization, vast and mighty, covering the entire fragment. Countless transparent souls struggled in the river, pulling at each other, desperately trying to get out of the river, but always being pulled back down by the souls behind them.
Amon curiously glanced at the vast river, feeling the dense and unyielding aura of death. He sighed softly, then raised the monocle over his right eye, and a pale white light swept across the lens.
The vast river instantly disappeared, leaving behind only the mottled and dimmed fragments of civilization.
Crack!
Two tiny cracks appeared on the monocle Amon was wearing, and the entire lens was covered with a layer of hazy mist.
"No wonder it was so easy for me to 'steal' successfully."
Muttering to himself, Amon took off his monocle and looked at Leyton, who was standing outside the fragments of civilization, saying, "What's the name of that river that carries 'death' and leads to the 'end'? It shouldn't be the River of Eternal Darkness. You just used some of their similar characteristics to hide water from the River of Eternal Darkness within it."
"Yellow Springs..." Leyton replied softly.
He had added two drops of water from the River of Eternal Darkness to the Mystical Reenactment he had just used, which was why Amon's monocle had cracked.
Affected by the aura of the River of Eternal Darkness, Amon's Error Uniqueness was temporarily unusable, and due to the close connection with the Uniqueness, he himself was also corrupted by the River of Eternal Darkness.
After a few exchanges, this last fragment of civilization also collapsed, affected by the aura of the River of Eternal Darkness.
The historical scroll completely dimmed, disappearing bit by bit into nothingness, revealing Leyton and Amon's figures once again.
Around them, countless black mists condensed from emotions and desires surged, and python-like black tentacles, rising from beneath the ground, writhed wantonly.
Between the black mist and the tentacles, a purplish-red flame giant stood tall, his eyes tightly closed, his expression appearing very painful and ferocious, as if he had fallen into an inescapable nightmare, into a state of uncontrollable distress.
Two new, shrunken heads grew on either side of his neck, and at his shoulder blades and waist, there were several protruding, tumor-like objects, as if new limbs were about to grow out.
Complex and three-dimensional mystical symbols intertwined around him, extending continuously into the void from his center, as if to break the boundary between reality and dreams.
It was the Dark Side of the Universe and the Primordial Demoness who intervened first. Can Adam, who has mastered the Visionary Uniqueness, now make the false true to a certain extent? As thoughts surfaced, Leyton turned his head to look at Amon beside him, only to find that his figure had already disappeared.
"He left?"
As he muttered to himself, the Genie's voice suddenly came from the wishing lamp he held in his hand:
"What kind of deal did you make with the River of Eternal Darkness? Those two drops of river water just now were not ordinary; the taste of the end of all things was too obvious."
"Why a deal, and not cooperation?" Leyton raised an eyebrow and retorted.
As he spoke, his body dematerialized, breaking down into streams of complex information, continuously spreading outwards.
During this process, an invisible, transparent storm suddenly formed, as if woven from countless "Mind Breaths..." capable of easily tearing apart spirits and piercing through spiritual bodies.
This sudden storm caused severe interference with spiritual perception of the surroundings, like a storm composed of countless sharp blades, repeatedly striking and tearing at the mental barriers of surrounding creatures.
The violent wind sounded as if from illusion, yet also as if from reality, and the wind was mixed with intense negative emotions such as fear and panic, causing people to unconsciously feel lazy and disinclined to work.
Under the influence of this "storm" sweeping out from the spiritual world, Leyton, who had transformed into a pure informational creature, could no longer maintain himself. The complex and pure information continuously collapsed, reassembling his body, and he uncontrollably fell from mid-air.
During this process, a dark red light illuminated the mechanical glove on his right hand, intertwining into symbols of immense majesty, both confusing the surrounding "storm" and reducing the impact he suffered.
The moment he touched the ground, his body suddenly became transparent and ethereal, transforming into a pile of foam upon impact.
These bubbles quickly scattered and floated away under the influence of the "storm..." bursting one by one and vanishing in an instant.
Leyton's figure then appeared at the edge of the "storm..." then transformed into a brilliant starlight, flickering and disappearing, and then reappearing at the end of the street.
After several repetitions, he quickly left the confines of Berens Port.
Brilliant stars floated around him, casting pure and clear radiance, soothing his spirit and repairing his almost destroyed mental barrier.
Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, the black mist from the Dark Side of the Universe behind him suddenly became frenzied, chaotic, and extremely aggressive, as if even the Devil found it difficult to adapt to this change, and their bodies uncontrollably underwent mutations.
A deep pale purple flashed in Leyton's eyes. His gaze pierced through the black mist, clearly seeing the situation inside.
The Devils, active in the black mist and evolved from various emotions and desires, fell into their own intense emotions and desires, their expressions gradually becoming blank.