Chapter 46: Poison of Truth

The gods leave behind no corpses, for a divine body is the manifestation of a portion of the divine spark separated from the concept it represents, returning upon death. This is why, when the remains of the World-devouring Serpent appeared over three hundred years ago, it led to a mad scramble among mythic beings that sparked a great war.

To acquire that thing was to gain the power of a god, opening the path to higher realms.

Divine bodies are so precious that even the long-lived mythic beings go insane over them, for except for freaks like the World-devouring Serpent, they can only appear when a fundamental rule has completely collapsed, causing the divine spark to lose its associated concept.

If this is truly the skull of the God of Truth and the Emerald Sea, it means He is really dead—not just physically, but spiritually, with the laws He embodied and represented already…

Even with Miss Vilyric’s calm demeanor, she felt a faint sense of disbelief and absurdity at this moment.

This is terrifying, exceedingly shocking…

Who on earth could have done this?

Was it the Great Evil God of the Sea?

Impossible…

Let alone the intricacies between Oktaviel and Surs Te, even if the Great Evil God truly wished to kill the God of Truth and the Emerald Sea, He likely wouldn’t have the capacity for it. Winning a battle would already be quite a feat, let alone exterminating him from the root.

According to Xi Fu Lin’s description, their power levels were nearly equal.

As it stands, the only one truly capable of completely killing a god would have to be that nameless entity from beyond, the End, but that’s merely Vilyric’s conjecture based on the current disappearances of the gods; whether they have truly perished, their divine sparks shattered, or are merely awaiting a long-awaited rebirth is still unknown.

Moreover, if the God of Truth died at the hands of that thing on an external battlefield, the Book of Truth as a manifestation of His power wouldn’t exist in this world. His remains shouldn’t appear here, either…

Staring at the fragmented skull on the seafloor, the black-haired girl furrowed her brow deeply.

The Ghost Sea, the Great Whirlpool, the unbelievable godly box garden, the information pollution that ordinary people can’t comprehend or bear—there were too many complex elements mixed in here. What Rashid knew and told her couldn’t possibly explain the current circumstances.

The Book of Truth is ultimately not the God of Truth; the Pirate King is merely a slightly special mortal. The “truth” is likely still an unattainable distant bubble for him.

It seems there’s only one way left to find an answer.

If it were herself… does she have the ability and the right to bear that “truth”?

But if she doesn’t take this first step, she would just remain trapped in the box garden, an ant in the drudgery of life.

“Ha…”

Vilyric took a deep breath, causing a string of bubbles in the seawater.

Then, she crouched down, not using the Eternal Staff—Heart of Worlds this time; instead, she raised her hand and pressed her palm against the half-skull.

“Boom!!!!”

Like the roar of thunder exploding in her ears, the crazy laughter and enraged howls, countless chaotic, obscure, frenzied, yet fragmented and intermittent messages surged into the girl’s mind like crashing waves!

“Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!”

“Truth! Truth! The truth of this world, the final truth is so absurd! Is this truly truth or fate? Hahahaha!!!!!!”

“Unknowable! Unknowable!!!”

“Truth is a venom, the truth is original sin! Such a divine spark should not exist!!!”

In a daze, it felt like countless lights and bubbles flickered before her.

She saw.

The God of Truth and the Emerald Sea.

He was wailing, blood tears streamed from His eyes, truth and truth turned into venom, bringing him endless torment. His divine body was mercilessly burned by an invisible fire, yet He was an immortal god; even such power couldn’t destroy Him.

Until the tentacles, blocking out the sky, surged from the deep sea, completely crushing His defenseless divine form.

His flesh and spirit turned to ashes in the blazing fire; his bones shattered and swept away to different places. Finally, unable to bear the weight, the divine spark completely disintegrated under the scorching, with one part merging into the tentacles that killed Him, and another part disappearing into the deep sea.

The God of Truth and the Emerald Sea, Surs Te… He committed suicide.

The “truth” brought by the “truth” contaminated the divine spark, and the endless torment gave rise to the god’s resentment, sinking with the polluted power of the law into the sea, whispering and murmuring day and night beneath the abyss, even converging into some more absurdly strange entities.

However, gods are surreality beyond cause and effect. Even with such complete destruction, it seemed He still felt a gaze from the future at some moment, exerting His last strength to merge with her silver-blue eyes across time.

In that fleeting moment of intersection, the girl heard the God of Truth’s last faint whisper.

That voice was no longer mad, nor in pain, but like a true sage and a prude, offering advice to those who came after.

“It’s not time yet… don’t… don’t make eye contact with March…”

“Haah…! Ha…”

All information and illusions vanished the moment that sentence rang out. Vilyric’s hand, pressed against the skull, jerked back as if struck by lightning, and she instinctively took half a step back, breathing a bit hurriedly.

“Ha… ha… is this… the ‘truth’?”

Vilyric saw the truth, and fortunately did not fall into madness.

However, she had to admit that it was all too insane; even she currently felt her head buzzing, finding it hard to digest all the information received.

The God of Truth and the Emerald Sea, Surs Te, was dead; his divine body self-immolated completely, a few scattered remains here and there, and the divine spark was utterly shattered—its polluted parts sank into the deep sea, while the remaining somewhat clean parts perhaps formed things like the Book of Truth, exercising divine authority in another form.

The Great Evil God did not suffer serious injury in the death battle with the God of Truth. Or rather, they hardly fought at all. If what Vilyric saw in those fragmented pieces was true, then at that time, the God of Truth perhaps transformed into an incredibly terrifying source of pollution after coming into contact with some more forbidden knowledge.

That brought Him endless madness and torment; however, a god is still a god. Even so, Surs Te did not lose all reason; He attempted to kill Himself through self-immolation, but it was unsuccessful, only bringing him much suffering.

At this moment, the Great Evil God Oktaviel chose to act. Yet, with only the shattered fragments before her, Vilyric couldn’t yet determine whether it was to help Him find release or simply to take advantage of the situation to eliminate a rival. Such actions seemed to have led the former to suffer some degree of pollution.

When the divine spark of the God of Truth and the Emerald Sea crumbled, Vilyric saw with her own eyes that some of the polluted laws surged into the tentacles the Great Evil God used to kill Him. Perhaps that was the reason the latter had remained silent for millennia, rarely appearing in the outside world or displaying power.

Divine sparks of different laws cannot coexist. For gods, a divine spark’s power that conflicts with their own body is almost like poison, let alone the already polluted power of the God of Truth.

   

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