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Chapter 968: Chapter 330 10 Source Rivers?_2

“In comparison to the Pillar Gods, the Celestial Marshals enjoy much more freedom. The Celestial Marshals possess power not much inferior to that of the Pillar Gods, yet they are not bound by the Path. They act without worrying too much about consequences, nor do they fear contravening the principles of the Path…”

“——What I mean is, this feeling of a soul being ethereal and tranquil.”

Aiwass’s eyes were vacant, his emotions indifferent: “I feel something is a bit off, boss.”

“Ah, don’t worry too much, it’s a good thing.”

Even though the Lord of Scalefeather had no face, His expression seemed to become more serious: “It’s best not to think too deeply. Just go and enjoy this hard-earned vacation. It’s an exceptionally long paid leave given by your boss…”

“I feel distressed, boss.”

Aiwass said flatly.

He looked down upon the earth, his eyes compassionate like a god’s.

And at this moment, in the “true sky” that no one in the Material Realm—on the twenty-second Ring—could see, a gigantic eye silently opened.

——That was Aiwass’s left eye.

Its appearance seemed to dim the sky a bit—as if it absorbed the Light, or as if it obscured The Sun.

“Is all this really normal?”

Aiwass whispered, his voice resonant as overlapping thunder, splendid like the echo in a Holy Church: “I feel that my happiness is dwindling day by day… Do all Popes have to go through this stage?

“I can clearly feel the Power of Devotion in the depths of my soul continually rising. In theory, this should be a pleasure… or at least a kind of trial. Yet conversely, I feel my love for the children fading, and my desire to proactively contact Aleister is also weakening…

“I feel everything in the Material Realm gradually losing its color. It seems… I am forgetting. No, not forgetting, but discarding…

“I hear you, perhaps understanding the secret behind it. But I don’t want to become a god that is lofty yet void. I just want to be an ordinary person, boss.”

Aiwass rarely spoke out.

He slightly lifted his head, and the enormous eye in the Material Realm also disappeared.

“Consider it a trial, like a moth emerging transformed from its cocoon—if I put it that way, would you still resolutely seek the answer?”

“I am very worried about Aleister.”

Aiwass gently replied: “If this trial only affected me… I think I might be able to endure it. But I could never use another person…”

“——Another person?”

The Lord of Scalefeather interrupted Aiwass: “Shouldn’t she also be you?”

Aiwass was slightly taken aback.

…Strange.

When had he begun to see Aleister as another person?

As Aiwass’s thoughts descended into confusion, the Lord of Scalefeather’s voice grew more serious: “You should have enough faith in the Hourglass’s precision of division, Aiwass.”

“Of course. After all, that is the magnificent art that created the Great Sage and the Supreme Heaven,” Aiwass answered.

“In this world, the art of division is indeed a magnificent art… After all, when you ascend high enough, a mixed self is no longer sufficient for you to master more power from the Path; to advance further, one must obtain a purer self. The Eternal Self’s phases of the moon secret technique, the Serpent Celestial Marshal’s tail severance, the Hourglass’s Dichotomy Rift… are all such methods.

“And the ‘Dichotomy Rift,’ in principle, divides all your power evenly and completely into two.”

“I already know this.”

Aiwass’s voice was ethereal and holy: “What I want to know is, why this ritual is causing Aleister and me to become abnormal, and why I am starting to lose the ability to sense Aleister.”

“The Hourglass has already inquired about the details from you before—hinting at you twice, yet you yourself still want to use the Gemini Mirror’s gift to sever out the Son of the Moon’s physique that Aleister actualizes. There is no doubt, this is a test ordained by fate for you.”

“Test…”

“It is a test. You’ve chosen the highest difficulty of division—but if you can eventually reunite, this will also be the foundation of your Path towards the Celestial Marshal or even the Pillar God.”

The Lord of Scalefeather spoke softly: “Don’t forget, the physique of the ‘Son of the Moon’ that Aleister manifests has the true characteristics and Strength of the Son of the Moon. If we say, her Path of Transcendence is equivalent to your Path of Devotion…

“Then what corresponds to her Son of the Moon’s Power, compared to yours? If the powers on both sides are not equivalent, then it would not be a perfect ‘Dichotomy,’ right?”

…Son of the Moon’s Power?

Isn’t that the blessing from the Gemini Mirror? The mirror image of reality and illusion, which also happens to be a form of Balance…

As this idea just surfaced in Aiwass’s mind, he suddenly started, recalling something forcefully——

[—— My Holy Number is 11, which is the number of our people]

That was what the “Holy Entity” summoned by Jacob had said in the illusion.

Holy Number Eleven.

The so-called Holy Number is actually the numbering of the Source River.

The Source River wields such immense power that merely its numbering itself holds considerable mystique.

Yet there are only nine Source Rivers in total, logically it would be impossible to have a “Holy Number Eleven.”

Previously Aiwass had come to realize… the so-called “Holy Number Eleven” refers to the sum of two Holy Numbers. By harnessing the power of two existing Source Rivers, to create a new Source River is to manifest “an impossible power.”

Dedication is three, Transcendence is eight—Shepherd’s Nurturing Skill can only be mastered by learning both Dedication and Transcendence!

And if Dedication and Transcendence constitute an equivalent mirror image in the “Dichotomy Rift”…

The Holy Number of the Path of Love is one.