The divine messengers were stunned by this scene. They stood there and stared at Medanzo in the sky. Although they did not fully understand the meaning of "the test of fate, the judgment of the end", they also knew that this was the final test for mortals to transcend eternal life. These divine messengers were both yearning and afraid of it.
Who would not yearn to become a god if they were lucky enough to receive the guidance of the gods? But on the other hand, they had reached the ninth level of the power of origin, and seemed to have endless life in the world. Once this final test came, they were likely to fall. So when the divine messengers saw this scene with their own eyes, the shock they received was indescribable, and they almost forgot where they were.
Even the gods could not get close to the gray vortex. They found that the divine messengers on the top of the mountain were in a daze, and hurriedly shouted in their souls: "Ignore Medanzo, go after Amon!"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Amon had already gone down the mountain. He was well aware of Medanzo's situation. Whether he fell or entered heaven, this follower had left the battle at the moment, and no one could help him. It was meaningless for him to watch here, and then his figure turned into a faint golden light and passed through the dense forest, heading straight for the foot of the mountain.
Only then did the divine messengers react, and continued to chase along the ridge, no one daring to stray too far from each other. With such a delay, Amon had already gone down the mountain and out of the dense forest. Along the gentle slope at the foot of the mountain, there was a farm, surrounded by the forest, scattered with large and small houses and terraced fields. There was traffic, and from time to time, there were a few low barks of dogs. Under the curtain of night, it was a quiet idyllic scene.
Although this manor had no walls, Amon's senses seemed to pass through the invisible boundary like water. There was a spatial magic formation here, but it did not contain the intention of attacking or blocking, it was just a kind of boundary. But the strange thing was that as soon as he entered here, his state of being locked by the detection magic disappeared inexplicably, which meant that Amon had left the state of combat and could step into the void at any time and leave.
So that was it! This should be the Pythagoras Manor. Amon finally understood why Schrödinger had reminded him of this place and hinted him to head in this direction after leaving Delphi.
The divine emissaries stopped outside the invisible boundary and watched as Amon walked into the farm. They all showed expressions of relief at the same time. This seemed to be a place that they couldn't enter. Not only could people not enter, but even detection magic couldn't be used.
The Oracles all heaved a sigh of relief, as if they could not wait for the God of Death to escape into the Pythagoras Manor, so that they would not have to bite the bullet and chase after him. Only eleven of the twenty-four Divine Envoys were left, and Medanzo was actually facing the final test. These Divine Envoys were already trembling with fear, but at the same time, they also felt dispirited.
High up in the sky, Yalena frowned deeply and said with some exasperation, "Amon has entered the Pythagoras Manor! It was that traitor Artemis who reminded him! "
Hermes said with a gloomy face, "Zeus and Pythagoras had an agreement that the gods and oracles could not enter the Pythagoras Manor, and Amon is a god, but he can leave the world from there at any time. What should we do?"
Yalena pondered, "It doesn't look like Amon is going to leave. Is he going to find Pythagoras? Even Pythagoras can't shelter the enemies of the Olympian gods! Amon has violated the agreement with Zeus, refused to negotiate a new agreement, and killed thirteen demigods in a row. The father of the gods should come out and do something. "
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On the top of the distant mountain, a gray vortex appeared with black lightning. Although there was no sound, a terrifying aura that made the soul tremble inexplicably permeated between heaven and earth. Many people in the farm woke up from their sleep, got up, and walked out of the door to look at the sky above the distant mountain top.
Amon was brave enough. He did not take the opportunity to step into the void. Instead, he turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at Medanzo in the distance. When the starlight finally shone on the sky again, the gray vortex slowly retracted, wrapping Metatro's figure into an eternal and indestructible state. Medanzo was badly injured, but he had finally passed the test. Amon also breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and continued to walk into the farm.
At this moment, one could see that the manor was unusual. The residents of the manor were dressed like ordinary farmers. Although they looked shocked, they did not panic. They did not run around making a ruckus. Instead, they stood in front of the door and watched, occasionally whispering to each other. When the gray vortex disappeared into the sky, these people closed their doors and went back to sleep, ignoring Amon who had entered the manor and was still standing on the road.
Amon knew that the gods in heaven had not left, but he did not know why the Olympian gods and the messengers could not enter the manor. He was even more curious about Pythagoras. Since Schrödinger had led him here, of course, he wanted to meet this person. Just as he was about to ask someone, he saw that the farmers had closed their doors and went back to sleep, as if they did not see a stranger who had "intruded" in the middle of the night.
It was the first time that he had come to the mysterious Pythagoras Manor in the middle of the night. It would not be good to knock on the door and disturb people's sleep, so Amon continued to walk deeper into the manor. This was not the same as an ordinary village, where the houses were basically grouped together, and the residents were rich and poor. The houses here, however, were scattered, and it was not obvious that they were good or bad.
Amon looked around, but he could not find the manor of the owner of the manor. Instead, he saw a person in front of him who had not entered the house, still standing outside the door and looking at him. Finally, he could ask someone, so he quickly walked up to the person.
It was very dark, but with his eyesight, Amon could see the person's face clearly. He could not help but be a little surprised. He had intended to ask, "Is this the Pythagoras Manor? How can I meet the owner of this place? " But when he came closer, he asked, "Mr. Pythagoras, why are you standing here?"
Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man of medium build. He was barefooted and wore a long robe. His thick beard hung down to his chest, and his long hair was coiled up like a headscarf. His nose bridge and eyebrows were high, and his deep eyes were like stars in the night sky. Amon had never seen Pythagoras before, so how could he recognize him at a glance? Because Aesop had seen him before.
When a soul came to heaven, it was not a living creature, but an imprint of this life's knowledge. The so-called heaven was the underworld created by Amon, which received Aesop's soul, and naturally understood everything that Aesop knew. Compared to mortals, a god like Amon was almost omniscient.
Aesop had seen Pythagoras when he was young, and his imprint of his soul contained the scene at that time. So when Amon saw this person again, he could naturally recognize him. What slightly surprised Amon was that after so many years, Pythagoras's appearance had almost not changed. He still looked the same as when Aesop first saw him, except that he had grown his hair and beard.
Pythagoras replied, "I was waiting for you to ask for directions, Amon. Since you have already gotten rid of your pursuers, why didn't you leave?"
Amon said, "Since I am here, of course I wanted to visit you. I was going to find someone to find out where you live and then go to see you in the morning, but I didn't expect to meet you directly. I just feel strange, why can't the Olympian gods enter this manor? "
Pythagoras smiled, "I have an agreement with Zeus that the Olympian gods and their messengers cannot enter this manor. But I can't shelter the enemies of the gods here. I know what you have just done. If you stay here, Zeus himself will find you sooner or later. You have come to me, and I want to see you. Since Zeus is not here yet, let's talk inside. "
Pythagoras opened the door and invited Amon into the house. As he walked, he said, "I did not rest today, so I deliberately waited for you here, and you really came."
The house looked ordinary, but after entering the door, Hao found that it was much larger than it looked from the outside. It was a hall that could accommodate dozens of people, but there was no furnishings inside, and the walls and floor were very clean. There was a curtain on the other side of the hall, and two people stood beside it. Pythagoras led Amon through the hall, and the two people lifted the curtain.
Behind the curtain was an ordinary wooden table with a stool beside it, and there was only an unlit oil lamp on the table. Pythagoras walked through the curtain to the table and said, "Mags, Enks, please guard outside the door. An angry man will come to visit in a moment. Inform him first, and don't let him break in and disturb my conversation with the guests. "
Although there was no introduction, when Amon walked through the hall, he sensed the auras left by many people. He used tracing magic to get a general idea of the situation here.
The Pythagoras Manor was a different world from the outside world. The residents here were all members of a group. To join this group, one needed to swear to abide by the group's rules and keep the group's secrets. This oath of mortals was different from the oath taken by the messengers or gods to join a divine clan. It was just a kind of self-discipline. There were also various rules and regulations in this group, some of which were profound, some of which seemed mysterious but actually had no real meaning.
Regardless of gender, the status of the members here was equal, and there was no distinction between nobles, commoners, or slaves. The production resources of the manor were shared, and everyone had to participate in the work. This was a group with common philosophical beliefs and research ideals, and the requirements for members were very high. Not everyone could join just because they wanted to.
To become a member of this group, one had to pass an examination and test. First of all, one had to have a firm belief and a certain level of theoretical knowledge. Finally, one had to go through a "spiritual purification" ceremony to become an official member.
This "spiritual purification" ceremony, in Amon's opinion, was very similar to awakening the power of the origin, but it had a special requirement for the members' philosophical beliefs and way of looking at the world. Some people awakened the power of the origin in the ceremony, and some people passed the ceremony without awakening the power of the origin.
For example, Aesop had never awakened the power of the origin in his life, and he did not know magic, body arts, or magical magic. But Amon felt that if Aesop had been guided by this group, it would not have been difficult for him to pass the "spiritual purification" ceremony. Nominally, the members of this group were all disciples of Pythagoras, but it was not easy to see Pythagoras in person, as Amon did.
After becoming an official member of the group, they could listen to Pythagoras's teachings through the curtain in this hall. After several years of hard work, when they had reached a certain level of attainment, they could see Pythagoras in person. According to Amon's understanding, such a person was at least a great achievement in spiritual perception.
Interestingly, Pythagoras usually worked with the other people in the manor, but those who could not see him could not see him.
As for the two people who had just lifted the curtains in the room, they should be highly accomplished disciples. They had learned and inherited Pythagoras's knowledge and ideas, and had their own understanding and elaboration. They could directly communicate with Pythagoras and carry out all kinds of discussions and questions. As for Copernicus, who Aesop had seen before, because he had touched the parangons many times, his fingers were already in the negative. He was a slave outside, but he was also very successful in the manor, otherwise he would not have accompanied Pythagoras when he was out.
Passing through the hall, Amon learned so much by sensing the aura, and he could not help but be more curious about Pythagoras's identity and background. Pythagoras called out, "Amon, please take a seat! The last time a guest sat here was a long time ago. "
Amon sat down and asked, "May I ask who was the last guest who sat here?"
Pythagoras replied, "His name was Plato, you should have heard of him, and you also know his student Aristotle. After the death of his teacher Socrates, Plato came here to visit me and discuss with me the 'Republic' that he wanted to write. Although he was not a member of this manor, he was also my student. "
As the sage spoke, he reached out his hand to light the oil lamp on the table, inadvertently revealing his arm under his robe sleeves. Suddenly, Amon's expression changed, and he could not help but stand up and said, "You, you, are you the god of creation in the legend of Heaton … Prometheus!"
Pythagoras wore an iron ring on his left arm, and on it was a broken thin chain, the end of which was locked with a stone. It looked like a decorative bracelet, but the stone was only the size of a fingernail, a very ordinary gray mountain rock. This sage did not have any extra ornaments on his body, so why would he wear such a strange bracelet? Amon could not help but think of the play 'Prometheus' that he had seen in Yarun.
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