CHAPTER 512: CHAPTER 432: EMERGING FROM THE MUD, THE FOREST IS DYED COMPLETELY

Lilith looked at the pile of bones in front of her, her face full of confusion.

"Is this the Desecrated Temple?"

"The temple you imagined must be a huge and sacred palace, filled with elements of profanation everywhere.

It looks solemn yet sinister, a place where anyone would feel it’s out of the ordinary?"

It was only after hearing Lette’s words that Lilith realized she was too fixated on the title of the temple.

Or perhaps, it was because the first desecrated temple she found back in the day gave her the wrong impression.

Seeing through Lilith’s thoughts, Lette teased with a smile.

"The image of that temple in the Abyss of Nightmare in the Gap of Dreams is precisely a manifestation of your inherent cognition.

After all, that’s within a dream.

But in the real world, a temple can only appear like this.

Otherwise, it would have been discovered long ago."

Lilith looked at the pile of bones in front of her: "But it’s so small. How do we enter it?"

"...I’m really starting to wonder if, without being deceived by that group of demons, you could have found the Desecrated Temple yourself."

Lette placed his hand on Lilith’s head, then closed his own eyes.

"Focus, follow my lead."

As he spoke, Lilith felt the world spin around her.

When she opened her eyes again, they were standing before a towering mountain, facing an eerie yet solemn temple.

"What is this place?"

Lette held Lilith’s hand and led her to the entrance of the grand hall: "This is the true face of the Desecrated Temple.

You can think of it as a place similar to the Jade Dream."

"Oh oh oh! I see, no wonder it feels somewhat familiar."

Standing in front of the doors of the Desecrated Temple, Lilith was filled with excitement.

Once again confronted with the seductive power of profanation, she felt her body tremble.

Lette, seeing her reaction, gave her a light smack on the back of her head.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Have you woken up?"

Lilith rubbed her head, puffing out her cheeks: "I know, I know, I’ll be careful."

"This isn’t something you can just be careful about. Desecration inherently has an unsettling allure."

Lette’s hand caressed the door of the Desecrated Temple, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Because profanation is addicting.

It delights in dragging the beautiful through the mud, crushing the complete, and casting the lofty into the Endless Abyss.

It’s a unique pleasure that belongs solely to profanation.

Even ordinary people are attracted by this temptation.

Those who have already acquired the power of profanation find it even more irresistible.

As they acquire more of this power, they themselves become part of the profanation, eventually falling into madness and becoming its slaves."

At this point, Lette took Lilith’s hand.

"If you truly want to master this power, you must achieve a state of rising unstained from the mud.

Not of rising from the mud with colors stained."

Lilith pondered, but the confusion in her eyes only deepened.

"What do you mean by ’colors stained’?"

"Ahem, in short, you must hold onto your true self."

Lette raised three fingers: "A person’s consciousness is divided into the id, the ego, and the superego.

Or it can be divided into divinity, humanity, and animality.

You must distinguish between them and skillfully use them to balance each other, achieving an internal equilibrium.

Only then can you truly possess power.

Rather than being assimilated by it, or becoming a prisoner of power.

As for how to plan and balance them, it varies for everyone.

You have to find your own way."

Upon finishing, Lette pushed hard. With a creaking sound, the long-sealed doors of the temple slowly opened.

Inside, one by one, the divine lamps lit up, illuminating the entire palace.

Standing at the entrance of the grand hall, Lette looked inside and found that the interior layout of this temple was almost identical to the one they had seen in the Abyss of Nightmare.

But that wasn’t surprising.

Since each Desecrated Temple is a projection and reflection of the Profaned Holy Hall from back then.

Since the blueprint is the same, the interiors couldn’t be too different.

"This inside is really familiar."

Lilith’s mouth twitched; she had been sealed here for who knew how many ages.

If Lette hadn’t, by chance, come to find his way home and entered the Abyss of Nightmare in the Gap of Dreams,

she might still be in that Desecrated Temple, maybe even drained of power by it and completely dissipated.

Lette chuckled as he looked at her: "Hey, do you think there’s a demon girl like you here too?"

Lilith, furious, kicked Lette in the calf.

"Hmph! Faithless man!"

Confused, Lette rubbed his calf: "Why? You can accept Joanna, even more girls.

Why are you so resistant to a demon girl?

What exactly is your point?"

"Nonsense, I can accept you being unfaithful because someone who likes to garden can also enjoy fishing.

I can’t make you like only gardening and give up all other hobbies.

But I must ensure that I am the most beautiful and beloved flower in your garden!

No matter how pretty the fish in your pond are, I don’t care, but if there’s a flower that dares to compete with mine...

Humph!

I’ll eliminate it without hesitation!"

Lette’s eyes widened in surprise, then he raised his thumb.

"Alright, alright, your theory is really refreshing; I can’t tell if you’re a pure love enthusiast or a harem enthusiast.

You’ve created a whole new faction!

The Harem Pure Love Faction!"

Lilith swung her little head triumphantly, the tiny wings on her back fluttering gently, clearly pleased with herself.

She quickly walked to the throne, staring at the throne of profanation, lost in thought.

Lette knew that she had taken his earlier words to heart.

If Lilith could find the correct way to seize the power of profanation, she would undoubtedly carve out a new path for herself in the future.

If she remained stubbornly unseeing, he would have to save her in time and strictly limit her contact with the power of profanation in the future.

Before that, however, Lette’s attention was drawn to a nearby stone pillar.

Like in the dream, this special stone pillar in the Desecrated Temple was also covered with faces.

These were the unlucky ones who attempted to seize the power of profanation and ended up being backfired by the temple.

Lette had once gained a vast amount of divinity from this stone pillar! It was truly a windfall!

Who would have thought, such a generous benefit!

Had been replicated!

"Well then, I won’t hold back!"