<h4>Chapter 2044: Chapter 2044: Opening the Eyes</h4>


    Night.


    Pranay Martinez and Julius Reed talked for a long time in the cave.


    In the end, they reached a conclusion.


    The people who emerged from the temple years ago were all created.


    But who the creator is remains unclear for now.


    However, there was one topic that the two continued to avoid discussing.


    That is whether they themselves might also have been created.


    Not long after, Merrill Caldwell woke up.


    Dazed, he was escorted back to Boulevard Mountain by the Caldwell Family’s guards.


    Meanwhile, Pranay Martinez and Julius Reed prepared to go to the Dusty tform.


    To the room where Darin once stayed.


    At this moment.


    In the highest building of the Dusty tform.


    There was a pitch-ck room where you couldn’t see your fingers.


    Devlin, or rather Osher Reed possessing his body, was kneeling on one knee.


    His right hand ced on his chest, looking devout.


    In front of him, three people sat.


    The positions of these three were the same as when Darin initially brought Pranay Martinez into this room.


    However, at that time it was so dark that Pranay Martinez could see nothing.


    Behind the three, a man stood with his back to them.


    "Prophet, Ie to report to you."


    The usually arrogant Osher Reed was now kneeling properly on one knee, speaking softly.


    "I failed to seize Julius Reed’s body. Orson Martinez, that scoundrel, plotted against me, against Julius Reed, against everyone. He survived, defying the contract, defying the will of the gods."


    Osher Reed lifted his head, his eyes no longer held Devlin’s cunning, but were full of fanaticism!


    "Julius Reed... maybe died beneath the Divine Dragon Tripod. But no matter what, I must personally deal with Orson Martinez, to uphold the dignity of the gods."


    Having said this, he fell silent.


    Once again silence fell in the room.


    "Darin is dead."


    A momentter.


    The mysterious man sighed. "Darin had many lives, yet still died. The Guilt Emperor is also dead, we have lost two believers in session."


    "Prophet, who did it? To eliminate Darin, whom you nurtured, along with one of the Seventh Emperors, what a feat! Could Julius Reed not be dead yet?" Osher Reed’s eyes shone with menace, as he saw himself about to take a body and be the foremost under the gods.


    Yet he was plotted against by Pranay Martinez, and then again by Julius Reed, and in the end could only obtain a body from the Undead Tribe.


    Although this body wouldn’t rot or deteriorate quickly, its power was far from enough.


    Osher Reed felt he had nowhere to use his strength.


    "Let me... take another look." The man kneeled on the ground, stacking his hands on his chest.


    He murmured incessantly, and the idol in front of him suddenly began to tremble.


    It was a dog.


    A Chinese Rural Dog.


    Yet this dog was sealed, holding a half-sitting posture, squatting on the table.


    In the pitch-ck room, only the Prophet’s mumbling remained.


    Suddenly!


    A monk opened his eyes!


    His hollow pupils faintly emitted a golden light!


    The Prophet’s body shuddered, kneeling on the ground in extreme pain, his voice also bing hoarse.


    The golden light in the monk’s eyes dimmed.


    "Ah."


    The Prophet took a deep breath, mumbling again.


    "So powerful? Opened a pair of eyes and still can’t see?" Osher Reed was somewhat surprised.


    In the past, the Prophet only needed to open a pair of eyes to see what he wanted.


    But now, clearly, he encountered an obstacle.


    The Prophet was forced to open the second pair of eyes.


    Trying to peer into the past itself was very taxing.


    After the first failure, the Prophet was much weaker upon trying a second time.


    He sped his hands again, exerting himself once more!


    The second pair of eyes opened.


    The monk’s hollow eye sockets shed with a faint golden light.


    "How could it be like this!"


    The Prophet eximed in surprise, his tone full of astonishment.


    "What is it?" Osher Reed asked.


    "Cannot see, I can’t see at all... I pierced through a fog, saw Orson Martinez. But the person beside him, I can’t see at all! I opened the second pair of eyes, still seeing nothing but white fog." The Prophet spoke as the monk’s eyes closed again.


    "Why is it like this? Seeing Orson Martinez means you’ve already peered into the truth, doesn’t it?" Osher Reed was very puzzled.


    The Prophet had only opened the third pair of eyes twice before.


    Once when Hiddy disappeared, another when the temple fell.


    The Prophet saw the temple’s fate and created a facade of fake death for himself, vanishing from the world.


    He fooled everyone.


    Only the temple knew the truth.


    "It wasn’t Pranay Martinez who acted, it was that person." The Prophet mumbled to himself.


    He began to recall the scene he saw.


    "Orson Martinez didn’t act at all, in fact, Orson Martinez couldn’t easily kill Darin and the Guilt Emperor. After all, both were granted immortality by the gods."


    The Prophet shook his head repeatedly: "Why can’t I see him! Can’t see that person’s face! It shouldn’t be, it shouldn’t be at all!"


    Struggling to understand, he bit his teeth, preparing to open the third pair of eyes.


    "Prophet, be careful!" Osher Reed reminded from the side: "You know the risks of opening the third pair of eyes. For this person, is it worth it?"


    He was created by the temple, unlike Pranay Martinez and others, Osher Reed understood the Prophet, understood the temple.


    Understood it all.


    "If I can’t find out who he is, I won’t be able to eat or sleep!" The Prophet took out a crystal-clear small pill from his pocket, hesitated briefly, then tossed it directly into his mouth!


    He stood up, cing his hands on the golden dog.


    Buzz!


    In an instant!


    In thepletely dark room, golden light burst forth!


    The three monks opened their eyes in unison!


    And the Prophet’s eyes, too, shone with golden light!


    He saw it!


    But what he saw was not a person!


    But rather...


    White Tiger!


    Green Snake!


    The two mythical beasts were entangled in a chaotic space!


    Because of their entanglement, the bnce of that space was maintained!


    Julius Reed was unharmed because of this bnce!


    The Golden Bull’s joining temporarily disrupted this bnce.


    But soon, the bnce was restored.


    "Why is it the White Tiger and Green Snake!" The Prophet’s face was full of amazement: "The Green Snake disappeared long ago, the White Tiger has been sealed! Why would the two of them appear together?"


    "Did you see who it was?" Osher Reed was even more intrigued by this person.


    Three pairs of eyes are the limit, able to see through everything in heaven and earth!


    And the conditions for opening the third eye are very high!


    For the next six months, the Prophet would be unable to use this ability, and himself, would be extremely weak.


    Even more distressing, once the three pairs of eyes are opened, it exposes himself!


    Making other mythical beasts aware of the golden dog’s existence.


    "What I saw was not a person, I saw the White Tiger and Green Snake... That mass of fog encased the White Tiger and Green Snake!" The Prophet closed his eyes, sitting cross-legged on the ground, muttering to himself: "The mythical beasts have appeared. Could it be... Orson Martinez is White Tiger or Green Snake’s ve? But this is unlikely... Or perhaps apanion of Orson Martinez has a ve of the White Tiger or Green Snake?"


    "It must be!" Osher Reed affirmed from the side: "Without a ve to rescue them, how could the White Tiger break the seal?"