CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 9: AGE OF MONSTERS (PART 2)

So in the eyes of monsters, human Transcendents are also humanoid monsters.

Evil Objects can also tread on the Path of Myth. When they ascend to the Old Ones, they become the embodiment of corresponding Conceptual Laws.

However, before this, they need to gather all the concept Domains inherent in the Path of Myth. The best way is to devour entities of similar sequences, and Transcendents are also part of their menu.

But on the Path of Myth, there’s not just humans, but countless powerful Evil Objects and indescribable Old Ones, ultimately the world’s Laws favor whomsoever the Bizarre Realm belongs to, it’s their era of destiny!

Currently, humans have only suppressed the bizarre with the Path of Death, so in the Bizarre Realm, death is normal.

Even Evil Objects must abide by the human understanding of the Law of Death.

"Creatures killed will die."

"If death is not reclaimed, creatures killed may not necessarily die, because the definition of death is decided by them. Twisted death is the undead spirit of the Dark Era."

Whenever Shawn sees this knowledge, he feels a mysterious despair.

"The most frightening thing about the Bizarre Realm isn’t the eerie monsters, but the Old Ones robbed humans of their destiny!" He slowly opened his eyes.

Destiny Legendary.

Only by ascending to Destiny Legendary can one possess a certain degree of self-preservation in this bizarre world.

"Humans have always used the power of monsters, the Promotion Sequence of monsters. No wonder Transcendents lose control..."

"Twisted Laws are sequences, normal Laws are domains."

Shawn stood up and couldn’t help but look at himself in the mirror. He slowly took off the confusion and realized that, without knowing when, a touch of obscure ghostly purple Spiritual Light appeared on his body, with arcane Knowledge runes faintly visible.

They are whispering.

This is a road to the pinnacle with no turning back.

Anyone who ascends to become a Transcendent is equivalent to joining the ranks of monsters, entering their Promotion Sequence. You can evade reality, stand still, but there’s no turning back.

A Transcendent advancing bravely towards Destiny Legendary will one day step onto the Path of Myth, contending for the World Law with indescribable Old Ones!

Whoever wins.

The world is their era of destiny!

Knowledge, nature, life, desire, etc., humans have only taken back the destiny of death, so in the Bizarre Realm, the Laws produced by these concepts are twisted.

The root of Transcendent loss of control lies here.

"If this is the case, Transcendent loss of control seems like a return to nature, aligning with the World Law in the eyes of monsters, completely becoming one of them."

Shawn couldn’t help but reveal a slight bitter smile.

The courage of warriors is not normal, rage and violence born of courage are normal.

Because this more closely fits the current Laws of the Bizarre Realm.

Transcendents are all acting against destiny because the Great Daos of the Bizarre Realm are completely twisted. Not losing control seems abnormal to the world, losing control, going mad fits the world’s Root Source Law.

"To probe the edge of madness, but not truly go mad."

Shawn gently raised his hand.

Flowing mysterious Knowledge returned to his mind, behind him only a touch of obscure ghostly purple Spiritual Light.

He has digested the last bit of Extraordinary Essence and now must choose his sequence path. This can be understood as the first visited concept Domain, greatly enhancing his Power, but the accompanying madness is more dangerous.

Compared to other professions, the Promotion Sequence of the Wizard Path is the most numerous.

One o’clock in the morning.

Suddenly, a huge explosion was heard from a certain direction in Dorne City, instantly jolting Shawn awake, he quickly threw on a coat and walked towards the door.

In the distance, he could see a rising blaze reaching the sky.

"What happened?" Shawn grabbed a hurried Night Watcher.

This Night Watcher shook his head and said, "I don’t know."

"Possibly a Death Pilgrim engaging with an enemy."

The explosion site was about several kilometers away, Shawn wasn’t sure what happened, so he could only wait for news here.

Half an hour later.

Shawn saw Jason Tangel and others returning, Jason was severely injured, with half of his body scorched, but he wasn’t dead. His flesh regenerating with some strange vitality, the doctor beside him just took a glance and solemnly said, "Send him to the operating room immediately!"

Benjamin’s figure also appeared from behind. He said to the others, "Gather the Night Watchers to seal the site."

"No ordinary people are allowed to approach."

He looked up and saw Shawn not far away, nodded slightly, signifying that the Polluter had been dealt with.

Ten minutes later.

A Night Watcher brought back a special body bag, and upon opening it, a peculiar humanoid creature appeared before the crowd. Its body was covered with some viscous slime, the build not much different from a normal human, but its limbs were rather flexible, as if boneless, its features akin to those of a cold middle-aged man’s face, bald, similar to the phantasmal image Shawn saw. The most striking feature was its lower jaw, extending two thick black tentacles about thirty centimeters long from both sides of the mandible.

"Abnormal bloodline?" Shawn furrowed his brow.

This Polluter was indeed completely dead.

Under the siege of many Death Pilgrims, its body was riddled with holes, only the head remained relatively intact.

But for some reason, Shawn still felt a bit uneasy.