The shimmering crimson light warmed Klein's heart. He felt that he wasn't that lonely, and that someone was still thinking about him.
As the illusory prayers became clearer and more realistic, they became noisier and more chaotic. Klein realized that Sefirah Castle was summoning him, and the resonance between the two was constantly increasing.
By the time all the Tarot members had finished praying, Klein had a vague feeling that he could enter Sefirah Castle at any time. His consciousness was about to manifest there, but he was ultimately lacking a layer of obstruction that prevented him from breaking through.
This problem was finally resolved after he completely digested the Scholar of Yore potion.
It was also because of this that he was able to seize the opportunity to return to Sefirah Castle before Amon broke through the God of Glory, Bladel's obstruction.
In just two short days, all the Tarot members have prayed once. Normally speaking, there shouldn't be such a coincidence … Some of them aren't problematic, and some of them should've been influenced by the Goddess or Will … If I'm lucky enough, I'll naturally have a good "development" … Klein carefully thought about it and noticed something that didn't make sense. However, this was all explainable, and there was no need to pay too much attention to it.
After changing his sitting posture slightly, Klein's gaze gradually turned deep.
Although he felt that it was very likely that he wouldn't be able to return home when he saw the door of light and the cocoon, after confirming this point and discovering that this World was his hometown, he still felt as though his hope had been completely shattered, as though the light of dawn had been swallowed by darkness.
Back then, I used "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era" as an honorific name. Perhaps it was a revelation given by my spiritual intuition … Deep in my heart, I might've sensed something … By the way, I remember that I "transmigrated" while sleeping. Why was I wearing a T-shirt and casual pants while hanging in the cocoon? Klein frowned slightly as he cast his gaze at the grayish-white fog beneath Sefirah Castle.
As he searched for the reason from the fragments of light in the fog of history, he tried hard to recall every detail of that night.
Finally, Klein found the corresponding historical fragment.
Zhou Mingrui, who was wearing a T-shirt and casual pants, had set up a luck enhancement ritual before dinner. He took four steps counterclockwise and chanted the incantation "The Immortal Lord of Heaven and Earth for Blessings."
In Klein's memory, nothing had happened at that time, but the scene in the historical fragment was different!
Zhou Mingrui completed the four steps and completed the ritual. His face was pale and his eyes were dull.
After that, his movements were a little sluggish as he ate, read, watched dramas, and played with his phone. He seemed to be completing a predetermined program.
Finally, Zhou Mingrui came to the sink and looked at his lifeless reflection in the mirror. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, then went to bed.
During this process, he did not change out of his T-shirt and casual pants. He just covered himself with the blanket and closed his eyes.
Not long after, a strong light and violent shaking ended the corresponding historical segment.
Klein couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his temples.
So, there were no changes after the luck enhancement ritual. Everything was normal. It was just my perception. In fact, my body had already undergone a mutation …
If it were in the past, Klein would definitely feel horrified and fearful over the truth of this matter. However, he had suffered too many shocks over a long period of time. Just a moment ago, his worldview of the World had nearly collapsed. Such a "trivial matter" could no longer cause him to feel any strong ripples.
However, after discovering this, coupled with the fact that the Emperor had "transmigrated" because he had bought a mysterious silver token, as well as the fact that the suspended Spirit Body in a transparent "cocoon" above the door of light still had a cell phone, Klein quickly made some guesses about the situation back then.
It's likely that the owner of Sefirah Castle influenced reality and transmitted the luck enhancement ritual, the mysterious silver token, the mutated cell phone, and other items. Anyone who obtained them and did the corresponding actions would be pulled above the gray fog at some point in time, hanging above the door of light …
This is a kind of random selection. It doesn't point to a specific target. I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky.
However, why was it named "Notes on Secret Arts of the Qin and Han Dynasties?" Was it randomly made up by the affected humans, or was it really passed down from the Qin and Han Dynasties?
It's not impossible. If the prophecy of the stars returning to their positions is true, and it corresponds to the original Creator, he had been sleeping in the Earth's core all this time. It was like that in an era even more ancient than ancient times. As for Sefirah Castle, it's said to be formed from some parts of his body … This isn't a sanctuary or a cockpit …
In the beginning, while waiting to awaken and destroy the World, he was persistently influencing reality to a small extent, making arrangements such as imparting a ritual. Wouldn't this be a little contradictory?
That prophecy must have been made by the affected humans as well …
Klein reached out his right hand and tapped the edge of the long mottled table. He fell into a temporarily unsolvable conundrum.
Soon, he recalled a sentence and a few things.
The sentence was:
"Whatever separates must converge, and whatever converges must separate."
Those things were:
The ancient Sun God, the father of Amon and Adam, had deliberately separated his negative personality;
Beyonders who were close to the underground or encountered certain corruption would gradually produce a brand new version of themselves;
After going to the moon, Rosell The Great's personality had unknowingly changed to a certain extent;
Many of the twenty-two Beyonder pathways were contradictory, just like Demoness and Hunter.
Perhaps the original Creator was an amalgamation of contradictions that could only be alleviated through slumber … Klein had a certain guess, but he had no way of confirming it.
He couldn't even be sure if the original Creator who would awaken when the stars returned to their positions in his previous life was the same Creator who split into all things in the myths and legends of the present era.
This required more clues and more evidence to confirm. He couldn't just rely on his own guesses and imagination.
It's not like I'm a Visionary. Klein lampooned himself and cast his gaze upwards. It was a nearly gray void, with grayish-white clouds drifting in certain areas. There are still many things that need to be confirmed. For example, is that so-called Chernobyl a shelter created by humans before the original Creator awakened? Or does the characteristics of the twenty-two Beyonder pathways all stem from the original Creator? Or is the position of the stars normal or abnormal? Or is the apocalypse in 1368 the stars returning to their correct positions? Or the origins of the first Blasphemy Slate, or what's above the moon …
With this in mind, Klein's tapping fingers suddenly paused as he muttered, "That's right.
He whispered, "For example, the homeland of the elves, the legendary Western Continent, does it still exist. Why can't anyone head there …"
The answer to Klein's question was a long silence. He slowly leaned back and propped his arms on the armrests.
After a few minutes, Klein closed his eyes and had a thought, or rather, a decision.
After his successful resurrection, he planned on staying in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for a period of time to seek answers to some of his questions.
Just as Rosell The Great had said, the answers to many things were in the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Blasphemer Amon had wandered here for more than a thousand years, exploring history that exceeded the First Epoch.
Furthermore, if I keep heading east in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, I might reach the legendary Western Continent … Klein cast his gaze outside the ancient palace and looked into the endless distance.
To him, staying in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for a period of time was also a strategy. At the very least, it would attract Amon's attention, preventing him from mobilizing his avatars in the outside world to search for German Sparrow in Rouen and Baekeland. That would bring great danger to the people Klein knew and were familiar with.
Thankfully, the Amon avatars that recognized my soft-heartedness have been eliminated. The corresponding information hasn't been leaked due to the existence of concealment … If not for that, Amon might've directly used the lives of Baansen, Melissa, Leonard, and Miss Justice to threaten me. The outcome would be unimaginable … Heh heh, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck has finally shown some signs … Phew, even if I want to leave the Forsaken Land of the Gods, there's nothing I can do now. I have to barge into the place where the Dark Angel slumbers … Klein shook his head and smiled. He felt that even if he could resurrect, he would be in great danger.
It was impossible for a Scholar of Yore to be pursued by a King of Angels for long!
Most importantly, the Evernight Goddess was still digesting the Uniqueness of the Death pathway. There was a limit to the power that could infiltrate the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Once the Angel of Time, who wielded the authority of "Error," Amon, made proper preparations, it would be almost impossible for "Him" to do what "He" did today.
On the one hand, I have to seek help from other possible existences. After successfully resurrecting, I'll attempt to use my marionettes to chant the honorific names of the Lord of Storms, Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. I'll see if they have a way to descend a certain amount of power into the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Back then, they had devoured the ancient Sun god, so they definitely wouldn't wish for Amon to obtain Sefirah Castle …
On the other hand, since the Scholar of Yore potion has been completely digested, I have to consider the matter of becoming a Miracle Invoker. As long as I have the level of an angel and become a complete Mythical Creature, my situation will be much better. At the very least, I won't be unable to withstand a wave of ravings when facing Amon's true body … Klein decided to wait for his Spirit Body to recover before using a medium to spy on the terrifying maggots in the Nation of the Evernight on the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range. From there, he could obtain the knowledge of a Miracle Invoker.
There was a high chance that it was The Half-Fool of the Antigonus family!
After considering his future plans, Klein surveyed the area and replied to the crimson stars.
"Today, the Tarot will proceed as usual."
He wanted to see if Ma 'am Hermit and Mr. The Hanging Man could provide him with inspiration to revive somewhere far away from Amon.
Of course, a clever excuse was necessary. Klein had already thought of one.
After replying, the world above the gray fog became extremely quiet again. Klein sat on The Fool's chair, temporarily having nowhere to go.
After a moment of silence, he leaned his body slightly and used his right hand to prop up his head, looking straight ahead.
On the long mottled table, delicacies and exquisite candles appeared. The surrounding high-back chairs became even more reminiscent of the current era.
Silhouettes materialized one after another. Some of them were middle-aged men with loud voices and silver hair. Some of them were women with Asian faces and ear-length hair. Some of them were young men who were enjoying delicious food while playing with their phones. Some of them were young girls who were laughing and joking with each other …
After them, new figures appeared. They were Dunn with a high hairline and deep gray eyes, and Daly with blue eyeshadow and blush …
Above the grayish-white fog, they surrounded the warm table that flickered with candlelight. They chatted happily and would comment on the delicacies from time to time.
Klein maintained his previous expression and posture. He propped up his face with his hand as he silently watched this scene. He didn't move for a long time.
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