In the Berserk Sea, on a barren and uninhabited island.
This place wasn't far from the Southern Continent, but geographically, it didn't belong there. The reason why Klein chose this island as the place to advance to Scholar of Yore was firstly to avoid Amon and Zaratul as much as possible, and he didn't want to enter the area where the Mother Tree of Desire had extensive influence. Secondly, it was because the Berserk Sea was enveloped by the power left behind by Death. It was equivalent to the Evernight Goddess's kingdom. If the ritual really caused any huge commotion, it could be effectively concealed.
Furthermore, this place is very desolate. There aren't many creatures here, so there's no need to worry about any accidents affecting the innocent … Klein surveyed his surroundings and began setting up the ritual. He brought the corresponding ingredients from above the gray fog back to the real World.
Right on the heels of that, he flipped through the thick ancient historical records and pulled out the parts of the records that he couldn't determine if they were real or fake using divination.
Pa!
With a flick of his hand, scarlet flames rose and devoured the stack of paper.
The supplementary ingredients needed for the Scholar of Yore potion were a large number of real ancient historical records. Therefore, Klein didn't want to take the risk of using those he couldn't be sure of. He would rather use fewer.
After making his selection, he first poured the Hound of Fulgrim's blood into the cauldron. Then, he placed a few White Frost Crystals that he had previously weighed into it.
As soon as the two supplementary ingredients came into contact, a thin fog immediately rose. It enveloped the vessel and was half a person's height and an arm's width.
Klein glanced at it and, following his spiritual intuition, temporarily gave up on adding the last supplementary ingredient. He first got his marionette, Enuni, to grab the Demonic Wolf of Fog's flocculent heart and throw the white fog into the cauldron.
As the white frost condensed on Enuni's arm, the fog that emanated from the vessel became extremely thick. It began to shrink and expand, as though it had a life of its own. The heart was slowly beating.
Without any hesitation, Klein controlled Enuni to pick up the pair of eyes of the Hound of Fulgrim and stuff the two dark red flames into the thick fog that seemed corporeal.
The color of the fog quickly darkened, and Klein couldn't see the cauldron at the core at all.
He didn't panic as he very calmly got another marionette to throw the pages of real ancient history to the dark fog.
The thick fog gradually collapsed. After "digesting" the historical records, it finally fell back into the cauldron like water vapor, turning into a mass of dark red liquid the size of a baby's head.
Upon seeing this scene, Klein removed the spirit pendulum from his left wrist and used divination to confirm if the potion had been successfully concocted.
This time, he received the revelation that the mass was rather dangerous, but barely bearable.
And this meant that the potion was successfully concocted.
Even if I concoct it strictly according to the formula, a Sequence 3 potion is equivalent to poison. If I can survive it, I'll advance. If I can't, I'll go crazy, lose control, or even die … Klein stared at the topaz pendant that was spinning rapidly in a counterclockwise direction for a few seconds. He pulled up the silver chain and wrapped it around his left wrist again.
His gaze then cast at the potion floating in the cauldron as thoughts flashed through his mind.
Apart from the keywords "horror," "horror," "director," and "incomprehensible powers," a Bizarro Sorcerer's acting should also have the elements of mystery, the unknown, complexity, and the elusiveness of fate. Only when the two are combined will it be a complete Bizarro Sorcerer … One is his behavior style, and the other is his attributes …
And to me, my origins are so mysterious that I haven't figured out the truth myself. My experiences are so complicated that I've already stopped the descent of a true deity and scared a King of Angels. Fate is so elusive that even a Snake of Mercury can't figure it out. Therefore, it can be considered that I've long acted ahead of time. I naturally digested that portion of the potion, and there's no need to summarize the principles …
This is the true embodiment of the word "bizarro" …
Yes, the ritual of a Scholar of Yore requires me to be completely separated from reality for at least 300 years. I need to consume the potion after I've become history and no longer belong to the present era. My life of being sealed in a cocoon and hanging above the gray fog is satisfying and more than enough. But after becoming Klein, I've experienced too many things in the past year. I've already left a mark on the present era. Will it affect the ritual's effects?
It should be … Fortunately, it hasn't even been two years, so the mark won't be too deep. It's barely acceptable. After all, it's impossible for me to hang myself for another 300 years before consuming the potion … There's still more than ten years before the World's apocalypse!
Furthermore, the ancient history I grasp is definitely far better than any Bizarro Sorcerer. It can be considered an extremely effective acting ahead of time. I'll definitely be able to avoid quite a lot of danger …
As his thoughts raced, Klein took a deep breath and stopped thinking.
Wearing a silk top hat and a double-breasted coat, his skin suddenly turned transparent, and worms that contained three-dimensional stacked symbols crawled out one after another.
The transparent maggots stirred as though they wanted to crawl into the condensed fog in the cauldron, leaving behind the empty clothes and hat.
Barely controlling this state, Klein calmly reached out his right hand and picked up the potion formed from the fog.
The potion didn't seem to have any weight as it gently floated in front of his face.
Klein opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
The blob of potion immediately deformed and elongated into Klein's mouth, making him feel as though he was devouring a dark red glow.
The transparent maggots swarmed back into his body, tore off some of the potion, and swallowed it.
Due to his special form as a Mythical Creature, he was one entity, but he was also divided into many tiny parts. Therefore, Klein could only consume the potion this way.
Of course, if he could control an incomplete Mythical Creature, it would be much simpler.
Silently, Klein felt a cold sensation spread through every Worm of Spirit, along with a burning pain.
A familiar, boundless grayish-white fog appeared in front of him. It enveloped the entire World, and beneath it, some of Klein's past experiences appeared.
This included his creation of a terrifying legend, his conversation with the Red Angel evil spirit, finding Miss Justice to treat the demigod Lucca's signs of losing control, hunting Hvin Rambis, dealing with Amon's avatar, taking revenge on Ince Zangwill, exploring Calderón City, infiltrating Saint Samuel Cathedral, rampaging through the sea, preventing the descent of the True Creator, saving Tingen, and other daily details of his life.
They were entangled with different people and objects. It was very complicated, forming a sea. As Klein "flew" above it, he was unable to find a sufficiently accurate and clear position of himself. He felt like he was about to lose himself in this area, and the cold and burning pain drove him forward constantly to vent the effects that made it difficult for him to return to the real World.
Klein barely controlled this feeling. As his consciousness gradually turned blurry and his body slowly descended, he tried his best to find something that could confirm his identity.
Finally, he saw a shattered spot of light deep in the gray fog, at the end of the sea. His heart stirred as he followed his intuition and flew over as though he was roaming the cosmos.
In that spot of light was a figure hanging on the blurry door of light. He was encased in a transparent cocoon, swaying gently. He looked exactly like the original Zhou Mingrui. He had nothing to do with his surroundings. He was alone and could be easily grasped.
Previously, I couldn't see it with the Yesterday Once More charm, but now I can … In other words, during the advancement process, I can indirectly affect Sefirah Castle above the gray fog? Wait, my thinking ability has been restored … Klein's consciousness became much clearer as he finally understood the essence of the ritual.
By eliminating the interference of the details, he could provide a clear and accurate position for himself to become a Scholar of Yore and prevent himself from getting lost!
Following a similar spot of light, Klein began to "fly" deep into the grayish-white fog. On the way, he discovered that there were all kinds of fragments of light scattered in the surrounding fog. They were from the colonial period, Rosell's reign, the Battle of the Violated Oath, the White Rose War, the Twenty Year War … These were all the history of the Fifth Epoch that Klein knew.
As Klein passed through them, he naturally split his consciousness and completed an invisible connection, making his position even clearer.
The Pale Era, the War of the Four Emperors, the Telun Sostel Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, the United Empire, Solomon's First and Second Empires, the fall of the Red Angel, the Blood Emperor becoming a god, the return of the Black Emperor, and other historical fragments appeared in different places in the endless gray fog as Klein constantly traced back. They were like stars in the black night sky, illuminating the traveler's return.
As he traveled, Klein felt himself become more and more lucid. The coldness and burning sensation from every Worm of Spirit became weaker and weaker.
He could have long turned around and returned to the real World, but he didn't stop. He continued flying forward happily.
Rose Redemption's fatal attack, the three angels of pure White, Storm, and Wisdom eating the ancient sun god, the Giant King's Court's conspiracy, and the Church of Evernight, Earth, and the Church of the God of Combat hiding as secret organizations flashed through the grayish-white fog. The more he moved forward, the more comfortable he felt. He felt like he was about to fly after "running."
At some point in time, a group of terrifying dog-like creatures with dark red flames burning in their eye sockets and bodies covered in pitch-black short fur had appeared beside him. They ran wildly through the bottomless gray fog and followed by Klein's sides, as though they were his companions and guards.
Among them, two of them had only one eye.
Klein looked around and smiled. He didn't stop as he continued traveling deeper into the gray fog.
Portions of the Second Epoch's Twin Era and the Glorious Era of Fire flashed past him, pointing out the path ahead for him. Finally, Klein stopped in front of a lonely fragment of light. Inside was a withered forest and a normal-sized tomb.
He looked forward and saw that the grayish-white fog was quietly covering the area. It was unknown where the fragments of light were floating.
Sensing his spirituality being drained, Klein didn't search for it. His consciousness connected to his starting point as he suddenly plummeted.
As the gray fog rapidly dissipated, Klein sensed his body and saw the cauldron in front of him.
He didn't have the time to experience his current state as he subconsciously raised his head and looked into the sky.
He saw the gray fog and the ancient and majestic palace above it.
The mysterious space was trembling gently.
…
In Baekeland, a postman on a bicycle stopped. He turned his head slightly and pressed on the monocle on his right eye.
He then muttered to himself,
"Sefirah Castle …
After a few seconds of surprise, the thin young man curled the corners of his lips and smiled. His expression was filled with anticipation.
In the East Borough of the same city, in a rental apartment, figures hanging in midair gently swayed as they spoke at the same time:
"Sefirah Castle …"
In the basement of Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard Mitchell, who was assigning missions to his team members, suddenly heard a slightly aged voice in his mind:
"Sefirah Castle …"
PS: There will be an update today.
Nine Heavens Divine Sovereign
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