Zheng Xiao was speechless for a moment. Only when An Weng was in position and the array diagrams on the three floors began to adjust and operate did Zheng Xiao come to his senses.
Are you joking, An Weng?
Currently, there was news circulating within the Order that the Gate of Truth was about to open. It was said that one could see the true form of the holy relic, the Scales of Truth, through this mystical gate. They could unlock the highest authority and obtain supreme wisdom.
As the First Oblatum in charge of local missionary matters, Zheng Xiao knew very well that this was the product of some priests using the recent earthquake in Xia City as a guide to spread their religion. They borrowed a few words from the scriptures of the church and used them as inspiration. They fabricated this rumor, claiming that the location of the Gate of Truth was near Xia City. The earthquakes that had occurred for many days were the result of the holy relic constantly approaching the material world, causing interference.
Every year, the priests of the secular side of the Order of Justice would come up with similar rumors to attract believers and expand the influence of the Order. Zheng Xiao had long since grown accustomed to this sight.
It just so happened that the Order of Justice had seized the lead in analyzing and utilizing the Human-Faced Arachnid. They had made considerable progress in their research and were about to launch a new product of faith. Zheng Xiao wanted to ride on the momentum and did not place any restrictions on these rumors.
How could An Weng believe such a groundless and groundless rumor? How could he tie up Fairchild's hands and feet?
"The old man's brain is muddled!" Another First Oblatum, An Chengli, sent a message through a private channel.
Zheng Xiao did not go along with this. Although An Chengli's words were rude, he was An Weng's grandnephew. He usually put on an honest and upright face and relied on insulting his own elders to get along with others. God knows what his own family members were saying behind his back.
Plus, Zheng Xiao did not believe that there was a problem with An Weng's brain at all.
An Weng was a Secretbound First Oblatum, but he was older than 99% of the Heartseer First Oblatums. It was just that he was too old when he received the revelation of the holy relic. His fleshly body could not bear it, limiting his accomplishments.
Even so, the various priests, First Seats, and even the Lord Archoblatum had to address him as An Weng. Over time, they even forgot his real name.
An Weng had never disgraced this respectful title. Perhaps this old man, who was over a hundred years old, had an unbearably decrepit body, but his understanding of the situation and his thoughts were clear and deep. He far surpassed these Clearsworn First Oblatums.
At the very least, Zheng Xiao was ashamed of his inferiority. He could not help but think further. Was there some deeper meaning in An Weng's words?
Zheng Xiao recalled the relevant records. According to the Holy Bible of the Church, the opening of the Gate of Truth was the beginning of the change of the world. Last time, it was the Aberrations that swept across the globe, completely changing the Earth's ecology and breaking the shackles of humanity's potential, bringing a revelation to the human world.
The next opening of the Gate of Truth would undoubtedly change the direction of the human world once again. As for whether it would be prosperity or destruction, the Canon did not specify.
No matter what direction it took, how earth-shattering was this? If the news was true, then the upper echelons of the order would have exploded a long time ago. The First Seat of the Sacred Hall of Justice, the various Illuminating First Oblatums, the High Oblatums, and even the elusive Lord Archoblatum would have pushed aside all obstructions and gathered in Xia City. A storm had already surged in this place. How could the current situation be the same...
Oh, wait! If it was the Gate of Truth, if Xia City was truly in turmoil, what benefits would the Order of Justice gain? As the saying goes, 'pull one hair and the whole body moves'. If such a huge scene were to occur, would they just wait for the government, the military, the ability user society, or other financial powers to share the fruits of their labor?
Zheng Xiao suddenly shivered as his thoughts reached this point. Although he was wearing a thick black robe, his entire body still trembled unconsciously. This was not fear, but the sudden excitement and pressure.
"An Weng, are you saying that the Gate of Truth really exists?"
"Is this true or false?" An Chengli forgot to push Zheng Xiao in front of him to block the arrow. He could not help but interject, "Why isn't there any news from the upper echelons?"
Even if there was news, it wouldn't be for people of your level to know.
Zheng Xiao had always suspected that An Weng knew that his greatest strength was his self-awareness. That was why he transferred him over to form a team with An Chengli, a young First Oblatum whose ambitions exceeded his abilities.
However, even though An Chengli had a thousand faults, his brain was not stupid. He immediately fired off a barrage of questions, "An Weng, did the Lord Archoblatum have a sacred decree? If the Gate of Truth is truly about to open, do we have a grasp on the time and place? Could today's matter be just a reason? "
Yes, could it be just a reason?
Zheng Xiao was a bit uncertain for a time. If it really was what they meant by "repairing the plank road in the open but crossing the cang road in the dark", they could borrow the conflict and internal strife between them and Fairchild to allow the secular side and the truth side of the Order to converge in Xia City in large numbers, forming an absolute advantage... Then what were their current arrangements?
Sometimes, An Chengli was truly the best partner, especially when his brain was burning. He seized the opportunity to voice out Zheng Xiao's doubts, "If it really is like this, then we've all become the stage set?"
"If Fairchild really is someone who can coordinate with us, then what credibility does this reason have?" An Weng had only answered one question, but he had clarified many matters.
Zheng Xiao and An Chengli were both silent. They needed time to digest everything.
The night rain grew heavier and heavier. Even the rooftops, which were shielded from the rain, could still hear the sound of falling raindrops.
An Weng did not give the two too much time to think. Soon, the mental domains of the two shuddered. Black light and white threads interweaved, and a classical hanging scale appeared in the depths of the void where it was difficult for the eyes of ordinary people to see. It announced its existence to the two.
The black and white plates were placed on each side, and each had three chains of the same color hanging from them. The central frame was a strict contrast, and the base below was heavy and heavy. Aside from this, there were no other superfluous decorations. It was simple and plain.
This was the projection of the Scales of Truth. It was the paramount sacred object of the Order. No matter when, where, or what form it appeared, one needed to display a respectful attitude. The two First Oblatums bowed at the same time and silently chanted the scriptures, temporarily washing away the distracting thoughts in their minds.
At this moment, the Scales of Truth were not in a balanced state. The white plate was like a heavy weight. It sank to the bottom, causing the black plate on the other side to rise high. It gave people the feeling that it would topple over in the next moment.
This' unbalanced state 'was often the starting symbol of a powerful incantation of the Order. Every method after that was to bring the' unbalanced state 'back to a' balanced state '. They would obtain inconceivable and mysterious power in the process.
However, the state of the Scales of Truth this time was somewhat strange. The white plate that sank was completely empty. At the very least, no heavy object could be seen. On the contrary, there was a small snake the thickness of a chopstick on the other side of the black plate. Its body was coiled around the plate, and its mouth was biting the snake's tail. Turbid clouds roiled around its body.
This little snake biting its own tail was the materialization of the Words of Krait. It symbolized the negative power of pain that they controlled within Frost River Reality. It was also the only counterweight that needed to be constantly adjusted in the later stages of the game to achieve balance.
However, from the looks of the 'unbalanced state', its weight seemed to be rather insufficient.
"It seems that the operation of the Words of Krait is not smooth." Actually, Zheng Xiao wanted to ask which sacrifice was placed on the 'truth side', the white plate.
An Chengli said, "The absorption of the Krait is constantly being disrupted. Could it be that the ability users inside are up to no good?"
An Weng declined to comment, "Let's take a look."
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