“People in the ordinary world who have never learned spatial magic can control the ability to teleport after offering sacrifices to the heavens… It’s only natural that I can do this, right?”
With a gentle wave of his hand, the Ancient One conjured up small tables, each with steaming tea on it.
She looked at the crowd in front of her with a smile, "I know you have many questions... No need to rush, let's talk about it slowly."
...
At the same time, Su Han slowly opened his eyes on the bronze throne and pondered the amount of evil god power he had obtained this time.
"...Beyond imagination." A hint of joy appeared in Su Han's eyes. The amount of evil god power that several complete Hounds of Tindaros had given him was an extremely large sum.
Not to mention, he had previously scraped a layer of evil god power off Aphrodite.
Although He had only banished this Great Old One from the Marvel universe, He failed to forcefully break through the world barrier and was injured in the process...
And clearly, the small portion of his body tissue that he left behind also transformed into the power of the evil god...
"If I directly enhance my strength, it should double or triple my power." Su Han calculated in his mind. "However, directly enhancing my strength is too wasteful... If I use it for cultivation, my strength can at least double or triple."
Thoughts flashed through his mind, but Su Han ultimately decided to use it for cultivation to maximize its benefits.
After making the decision, he let out a long breath and looked down.
At this moment, the illusion had vanished, and the misty space was very quiet, clearly indicating that the council members were still deep in thought.
"This is really... If I had known this would happen, I would have participated in this mission as well," Aizen said quietly, his voice tinged with regret.
"I think the mission is not much different from the past," Sawada Tsunayoshi said softly.
“No,” Saeko Busujima shook her head solemnly, “Just seeing that Ancient One… was worth it.”
“That’s the embodiment of Yog Bubble…” Saeko Busujima suddenly gave a bitter smile.
Su Han raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and then controlled Number Ten to speak, "This is no big deal, is it? Last time, didn't we encounter Nyarlathotep's avatar, the Black King, in the Godslayer world?"
"...That's true! But the Black King was, after all, an incomplete version." Conan shook his head. "This time, it's the complete version..."
After hesitating for a moment, Conan continued, "And, I don't know why... I always feel that even if the Black King is the complete version, he might still be no match for that Great Old One called Aphrodite."
"...So, the Black King is an Old One?" Bruce Wayne's eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light.
“Ha, that’s an incarnation of one of the three pillar gods, how could it not be…” Weber’s rebuttal was only halfway through when his expression turned strange.
Waver thought about it carefully and suddenly realized that neither Number Ten nor the Speaker of the Council had ever said that the Dark Lord was a Great Old One...
“Even among incarnations, there are differences in strength!” Feng Yuan’s eyes flashed, and at this moment he understood something. He seemed to be telling someone else, but also seemed to be talking to himself. “There is no reason why every incarnation that the Three Pillar Gods split off from is an Old One.”
"Of course, no matter what, this should be a very rare occurrence for us... to have had direct contact with the Great Old Ones."
"Am I, Cthulhu... not worthy of having a name?" Kaguya Houraisan's expression suddenly became very subtle.
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Chapter 542 The Nameless Mist Symbolizing Wisdom? Yog!
"Miss Penglai Mountain, didn't you also forget about those two Great Old Ones of the Deep Ones?" Huang Rong pouted.
"Those two guys, no matter how you look at them, are far from being the Great Old Ones," Ying Zheng remarked expressionlessly.
Madara Uchiha calmly gazed at the scene unfolding before him. After a moment's thought, he condensed a ball of evil god power in his hand and then hurled it toward the direction of the random star.
With the next breath, an extremely terrifying light suddenly refracted from a random star and entered Uchiha Madara's body.
"Another kind of eye technique?" Madara Uchiha murmured, his eyes flashing with a mysterious light.
Conan frowned, looking at Madara Uchiha with some suspicion, feeling that Madara's eyes looked somewhat familiar. But before he could say anything, Waver's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception?"
“Yes,” Madara Uchiha said indifferently, “and it should be a little different from the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception you imagine.”
After a pause, Madara Uchiha continued, "My eyes should more accurately be called the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, which connect to the Root."
"..." Weber opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
Although he didn't quite understand what the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, which connects to the Root, meant, he did know... what the Root was.
The root of the problem, coupled with the already terrifying Mystic Eyes of Death Perception...
Weber couldn't even imagine it.
Su Han stared at Uchiha Madara with great interest, his mind racing as he made a judgment: "The current Madara should be able to kill all the experts at the Seven Luminaries Realm with just his eyes? It's a pity, he's still just one pair of eyes. He can't break through the Heavenly Gate and threaten the Eight Trigrams."
Madara Uchiha may not have reached the peak of the Seven Luminaries realm yet, but the eyes he recently acquired allow him to directly connect with something similar to the Root in other worlds when he travels there, thus revealing the weaknesses of his enemies.
Even if an opponent of the same level has a hundred or even a thousand times the energy of him, it is useless.
Madara Uchiha could easily pinpoint the weak points in his opponent's attacks and break through their techniques... Once he got close to his opponent and struck their weak points, the opponent would surely die.
"How enviable." The white-bearded man chuckled. He thought for a moment, made up his mind, and clenched his fist, condensing a large amount of evil god power on it.
Aizen's eyes narrowed slightly. "The scale of this evil god's power."
After a brief silence, Madara Uchiha said softly, "You really have a heart."
“Let’s take a gamble,” the white-bearded man laughed heartily. “I’m currently stuck in a bottleneck. The power of the evil god might improve my strength, but not qualitatively.”
"But if I draw a good item, it might directly allow me to reach the threshold of the next level... Overall, the chances of gain far outweigh the risks."