World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 143 Adam Cadmon

About twenty minutes ago, the system notification announced the deaths of the three deacons, and Missina's medium and entries were added to the [Mysterious Encyclopedia].

When Jericho exposed her, Lin An remained calm and composed.

The disguise of the [Phantom Spirit] faded from his body, restoring his original appearance.

"Team Leader Joshua said that you haven't awakened your mysticism yet. Did you recognize me through the innate intimacy between blood relatives?"

“It’s not that complicated.” Jericho propped up the arch with both hands and rested his chin on it. “I have the protection of a mystical object, which allows me to receive hints at any point in time. Whenever this happens, I go to the ‘Knowledge’ area to confirm whether I am a phantom of a time fragment.”

"Is the body of the 'God of Truth' inside this coffin?" Lin An frowned.

Facing the foundation's president, he had a million questions he wanted answered.

"At present, it is nothing."

"What do you mean? What exactly are you, or your family, trying to create?" Lin An placed his hands on the coffin, feeling the extremely cold air emanating from inside.

"Oh, actually I want my deceased lover to be reborn."

"Bullshit!"

Lin An couldn't stand this sudden humor, which reminded him of the recent system, and he became extremely angry.

“You should be able to guess what’s inside here.” Jericho maintained his calm smile. “It resides above the divine realm of the Tree of Life, a projection of infinite light. Through its radiance, the ascent of the primordial space gained meaning.”

"Primordial Man..." Lin An narrowed his eyes slightly, "You've mastered the highest level of anthropomorphism in Kabbalah?"

Faced with Lin An's speculation, Yelige chuckled elegantly.

"That's right, it is Adam Cadmon."

Throughout history, God has primarily revealed His existence through symbols. Monks on Mount Athos claimed to see the uncreated primordial light, yet they still struggled to comprehend the essence of God.

The ancient Hebrews called this hidden “symbol” expression kabod, meaning “weight, glory, splendor.” It could be used not only to represent the power and majesty of the Supreme God in nature and history, but also to describe the outward manifestation of ultimate reality.

The prophet Ezekiel was the first to use the term in the latter sense.

When he was exiled to the vicinity of the Grand Canal between the Euphrates and Tigris rivers, he suddenly saw a sacred throne appear before him one day.

There I saw that He was the head of time and space.

His image is as white as wool.
With him was another person, whose face was humanoid.
His face was full of kindness, like that of a holy angel.

In Ezekiel's account, the light that was with God appeared "in human form (demuth kemareh Adam)," which was the image of the Lord's glory (kabod) and His incarnation, Adam created in His own image.

For this prophet, the appearance of Cadmund was an experience of light.

Similarly, in some Gnostic texts, heavenly beings are referred to as Gerada-mas. Naq Hamad's Melchizedek describes them as "men of light, immortal and eternal."

Geradamas is the Greek translation of Cadmon.

In Kabbalah mysticism, Adam Cadmon also symbolizes the world of light, the most sublime manifestation of God.

Unlike God, Cadmon is, to some extent, acceptable for human meditation.

He ranks higher than all four worlds in this system, residing in the fifth world, which is the hidden "knowledge" particle. He can only manifest when the ten particles of the Tree of Life are united.

Adam Cadmon and the Savior have no religious connection; he is not the Son of God and has never been called the "Son of God," but their symbolism sometimes overlaps.

A simpler explanation is that the unknown god resides in an unseen, transcendental realm beyond the visible world, and Adam Cadmon is a mirror between matter and spirit, capable of reflecting God's image and becoming a ray of light that can be captured by the naked eye.

This is the masterpiece of Jericho and his family over a century.

Using the entire human resources and resources of the Tree of Life as a foundation, and sacrificing offerings that conform to the energy base, the "concept" represented by primitive humans in mysticism is refined, thereby glimpsing the divinity hidden in the light...

Lin An could hardly find the words to express his feelings at that moment.

"Do you think I'm heartless? Quite the opposite. There are three kinds of people in the world: those who know nothing about spiritual knowledge, those who have a superficial understanding, and those like us. Comors is coming, and for the first two kinds of people, this planet will become a strange and cruel hell," Jericho said.

"So you sent them to paradise ahead of schedule?" Lin An's lips twitched.

"Seeing their faces suffering from pollution, I couldn't bear it. You should say that I closed their eyes before true despair arrived. As for the details... details are always mundane."

"When I joined the foundation, there was a rumor circulating that headquarters was researching ways to reduce pollution levels," Lin An asked, half sarcastically and half curiously.

"In the future, this is certainly possible, and I have no time to hinder other people's hopes."

After a long silence, Lin An asked in confusion, "But why? Everyone can awaken the mystical, doesn't that include the archetype 'Adam Cadmon'? Can't you become Adam Cadmon by studying Kabbalah?"

This leads to a question that he finds utterly perplexing.

Besides bloodline, cognition, and personality, what special factors are needed to awaken a specific mystical archetype?
Jericho shook his head, his words ambiguous.

"The mystics who awaken naturally can only go as far as disaster... To get the rating of legend or even myth, one must rely on some... rituals and archaeology."

"archeology?"

Lin An was getting more and more confused. What did this have to do with his university major?

“High-rated prototypes don’t come from nothing; they must rely on relics left by ancient civilizations.” Seeing Lin An’s confusion, Jericho seemed quite satisfied and briefly changed the subject, “Have you heard of the Shroud of Turin?” The Shroud of Turin, also known as the Shroud of Turin, is a piece of linen cloth imprinted with the face of a man and the marks on both sides of his body. It is said to have been used to wrap the body of the Savior after his execution.

“It’s just a medieval fake,” Lin An replied immediately. In his sophomore year, the professor had specifically talked about this artifact, which had become increasingly mysterious due to worship and conspiracy theories.

“That is indeed a fake, because the real one is right in front of you.”

Lin An's eyes widened in disbelief as Yelige continued speaking.

“Only by being imbued with the aura of ‘He’ can one become the base for an image; only by merging with Him can an individual be qualified to continue on the path of ‘Commes’, otherwise they cannot overcome their innate physical defects, nor can they cross the barrier between spirit and flesh.”

"Where did you get this? Are you a member of the Canaan family in Maple Leaf Country? What is your purpose in manufacturing X?" Lin An couldn't help but bombard him with questions.

Jericho said, "Would you like to work with me, Lin An? I don't mind telling you everything... After all, we are quite similar."

"No thanks, I don't want to become consumables for the 'Tree of Life'."

“It’s a pity, but you’ll regret it, sir, because you and I are the same kind of people—I’m sure of it.”

As he spoke calmly, Jericho typed out commands on the keyboard.

"Brush it."

The curtain covering the coffin was slowly drawn back.

Inside was a stained, old, and slightly tattered white cloth, compressed by the space into the shape of a human torso.

The colored pattern appears to be bloodstains that have dried over many years. The traces vaguely outline the body of a male human, with a noticeable spot on his ribs, corresponding to the wound caused by Langnusky in the text.

Is this...is this the Shroud of Turin from over 2000 years ago?

Upon suddenly seeing the legendary artifact, Lin An was deeply shaken and could not look away. He felt as if time had stopped. He wanted to ask questions and make comments, but he could not utter a single weighty word.

The next moment, a series of system announcements sounded.

"By observing [Mystery], the radiation value of [Mystery Encyclopedia] increased by 1%, and your gaze on [Mystery] attracted the medium 'Lady with the Lamp' x1."

"Due to the radiation from the 'Lady with the Lamp,' your pollution level has increased by 0%."

"Through observation of [Mystery], the radiation value of [Encyclopedia of Mystery] has increased by 1%..."

"Due to the radiation from the 'Lady with the Lamp'..."

"Through observation of the [mysterious]... due to the 'Lady with the Lamp'..."

Before Lin An could process his shock and joy, a low groan sounded in his ear, the thick fog distorted the surroundings, and the lines of steel metal bent instantly.

"Well!"

In a daze, Lin An saw a tall and graceful deer rolling on the ground in pain, its magnificent antlers snapping off with a crack.

Oh no, Brother Lu is also looking at the afterimage of this fragment of time!

Fragments of memory flashed through Lin An's mind. He recalled the scene when Jim's level of contamination spiked for unknown reasons during the battle against the "Zomo Rabbit," and he died within a second.

At that time, Lin An absorbed a medium of the "Lady with the Lamp" from its eyeball.

That might be the reason!

Although it was unclear why watching the "Lady with the Lamp" was not only harmless but also increased his radiation levels—Jerigo seemed immune to the medium's contamination, and Lin An guessed this was probably related to his system—the moose was clearly the same as Zomo.

If we keep observing this shroud, Brother Lu will die!

Lin An quickly turned his back to the side opposite the coffin, but the moose's pain was still not relieved, so he could only shout with all his might.

"Gao Ma, quickly break free from the time fragment! End the arcane spell!"

The pure, gentle white mist contracted violently, swirling like the eye of a tornado, stained with a hint of blood red and brownish-yellow filth. A frenzied atmosphere filled the air, and it was too late.

“Oh, poor ‘God of Truth,’ it is the second type of person I was referring to.”

Jericho's fingers were intertwined, and he maintained a distant, faint smile.

“If it dies, you will be trapped in the fragments of time until you find a way out on your own—and how many years will that be? You will die when ‘Comers’ leaves.” He said calmly, “Make good use of the ‘me’ here.”

Lin An's pupils immediately contracted.

So the mysterious "God of Truth" who brought me here is dead, and I'll be trapped here forever?
Jericho wants to use this opportunity to kill me and the moose!
No wonder the road here was so smooth... Maybe X's anomaly was his doing!
"Boom--!"

Immediately, a deafening explosion was heard, and a bright light ripped through the field of vision, splitting the peaceful "knowledge" area in two.

Intense lightning bolts rolled out from the cracks, sharp and deadly, tearing apart all colors and turning the world into black and white lines in an instant, with heat waves rolling and energy overflowing.

Lin An felt as if he were endlessly spinning in bright light, then plummeting down and landing on a dark cloud.

At the heart of the thunderous roar, the shadow of a soaring eagle was reflected.

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