Chapter 504: Skeptic Society
Dasha could not tell lies to this Cultivator. Wang Lun was too powerful. The Inner Circle and the Outer Circle, two rings that made up this Skeptic Society. This unofficial rebellion of the gods. He first learned of them through Kón, first human of Paracas mythology, who mistook him for Jack, another member.
There was the Liberator, who Wang Lun presumed Dasha worked under, and Lucifer Morningstar, the devil.
Dasha studied him carefully. Wang Lun spoke with the confidence of someone who believed he understood everything. It was a dangerous quality. But useful. Because he did not understand everything. What Dasha didn’t and did know was of utmost importance that balanced whether he lived or died; whether his lies would be discovered or kept.
"I’ll be meeting with the Liberator soon," said Dasha. "That is all I can say for now."
Wang Lun bared his teeth. Alas, the Messenger spoke the truth. He would. Someday.
"You must know some plan. The Underground, once we take this, we will have a stronghold rivalling the heavens. We will be able to battle against the gods equally."
"When you do find out," Wang Lun continued, "seek me at Floor 76 of the Dark Tower. Tell me what I must do. The world of the gods and the emperors must end."
Bloodthirsty men like Wang Lun would have flourished in the Chaotic Era, Dasha surmised. ’The Skeptic Society was wise to clip Wang Lun’s wings.’
"Agreed. You will find me here. I am known as the Professor."
A chuckle. Wang Lun’s eyes gleamed with something like amusement. "I like you, Messenger."
Wang Lun stood. His followers moved as one. Dasha’s eyes flicked over, scanning them. They were in a disciplined formation.