As he didn't know what state Amon was in, Klein didn't dare delay. After his mental problems were resolved, he immediately came to Calderón City and prepared to obtain the river water of the River of Eternal Darkness.
As this involved sefirah, he could only perform divination and prophecy to a certain extent. He could vaguely see some scenes and was unable to make an accurate judgment.
After surveying his surroundings, Klein raised his hand and summoned the Historical Void projection he had seen a few minutes ago, allowing his main body to return to Sefirah Castle.
His consciousness then shifted to the projection, allowing it to have a corporeal existence.
Following that, Klein grabbed at the void and pulled out the historical projection of the Staff of the Stars.
To be frank, after being able to use most of the Beyonder powers below Sequence 0 of the Apprentice pathway through Sefirah Castle, Klein actually didn't need the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, the Staff of the Stars. He could basically reproduce the miraculous effects of the latter, and there were almost no negative effects.
However, he ultimately believed that an angel still had to have a melee weapon. This was because he didn't know when he would fall into a predicament where his active Beyonder powers would fail.
In the mysterious World, this was definitely something that could happen. Be it the nomological restrictions of the Arbiter pathway or the Beyonder powers that a particular Outer Deity brought about to a certain extent, it was possible to achieve a similar effect.
In such a situation, picking up a sturdy staff with some passive effects and directly smashing the enemy's head into pieces was an effective way to deal with them.
As a King of Angels of the Seer pathway, it was an instinct to make all sorts of preparations!
After weighing the Staff of the Stars and pressing down on his top hat, Klein took out the golden bird-shaped accessory from Sefirah Castle and pinned it to the pocket on his left chest.
Then, he took a step forward and entered Calderón City, which was once the divine kingdom of the ancient Death — Phoenix Ancestor Gregrace.
The first thing that entered his eyes was a huge, bottomless pit. All kinds of strangely shaped buildings surrounded the deep pit, extending down circle after circle, forming a magnificent city that was beyond the knowledge of ordinary people.
Some of the buildings were single houses on top of pale stone pillars, some were huge rectangular coffins without windows, and the doors were open to the roof. Some were graves with stone tablets at the entrance, and some were built with all kinds of bones, looking rather messy …
The closer they were to the bottom of the pit, the more intact the buildings were. The closer they were to the top, the more collapsed they were. They were filled with the decay and dilapidation of time.
With just a glance, a faint grayish-white fog appeared around Klein. With Sefirah Castle's status, he resisted Calderón's rule of turning all living beings into the dead.
For him, becoming a dead person did not have too many negative effects, but he himself did not like that kind of cold and indifferent feeling.
"The grayish-white flood from before has receded …" Klein, who was wearing a top hat and trench coat and holding a cane, nodded in thought. With one step, he entered the depths of Calderón City that could be seen with the naked eye.
This time, he had used the Beyonder powers of the Marauder pathway to directly steal away the distance within his perception range, so as to avoid entanglement with the various dangerous monsters that were active in this mysterious city.
This wasn't because he was afraid. The ones who should be afraid were the monsters. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to waste time, he actually didn't mind taking the opportunity to gather a batch of marionettes to make up for the losses caused by Utopia's destruction.
Apart from this reason, Klein was also cautious about something else.
Calderón City was an undead city, and it was very likely that the River of Eternal Darkness flowed deep underground. As for marionettes, they were essentially dead. Once they approached the underground, there was a chance of them undergoing an anomaly.
As he "took" one step at a time, Klein realized that he was overthinking things.
None of the various monsters hidden in this strange city dared to appear. The aura of Sefirah Castle made their survival instincts triumph over their crazy tendencies and predatory habits.
The deeper he went, the quieter Klein's surroundings became. The strange buildings were clearly intact, but they seemed to have been dead for many years. Even the aura turned cold, dark, and decaying.
Now, it's like watching a black-and-white silent movie. If it wasn't for the fact that I can hear my own breathing and heartbeat, I would suspect that I'm deaf … Klein coughed lightly and used his inner grumbling to resist the silence of death.
He intuitively believed that once he adapted to this environment, his body and mind would turn silent. Then, he would truly and irreversibly die bit by bit.
The closer he got underground, the more intense this feeling became.
As he constantly stole the distance, Klein walked forward for a long time before he finally saw the bottom of the crater.
No, this wasn't the bottom in the true sense of the word. It was just that there was a huge, dark palace blocking the path down.
This palace was propped up by huge pillars. It was embedded with all kinds of bones and corpses of different parts. Some places were even covered in bloody skins that belonged to different races.
Klein stared at it for a few seconds. Without any hesitation, he carried the Staff of the Stars and entered the palace through the open door.
On both sides of the hall were coffins of different shapes and colors. They were placed there quietly, as though their existence had been eroded by the wind of death.
As Klein entered, the coffins suddenly emitted some sounds, as though rusty joints were opening one after another.
The grayish-white fog around Klein thickened, and all the coffins suddenly fell silent.
Ignoring these things, Klein took a step and came to the depths of the hall. There was a grayish-white stone staircase that led downwards. At the entrance stood a huge stone monument.
At the top of the stone monument stood a slender statue of a giant bird that seemed to be made of bronze. Its wings had all kinds of pale symbols.
Under the bird-shaped bronze statue, on the surface of the stone monument, the words that originated from the Language of the Dead were like very simplified birds of different shapes or coiled snakes of different shapes. They formed two vague sentences:
"Even deities can't escape.
"Even if they die, they will be imprisoned."
This is a warning to all living beings that come to Calderón City not to follow this staircase down? It leads directly to the River of Eternal Darkness? Klein's thoughts raced as he seriously interpreted the words on the stone monument.
From his point of view, this seemed to indicate that even a Sequence 0 true god would sink into the River of Eternal Darkness once they approached it, unable to escape. And even if they died, they would be imprisoned by the abstract sefirot. Although they wouldn't vanish, they wouldn't be able to escape.
From the looks of it, it's the same as Chaos Sea. Without the protection of the sefirot, just approaching the River of Eternal Darkness will result in a terrifying anomaly … Klein retracted his gaze and adjusted the golden bird-shaped accessory that was pinned to his chest pocket. He circled around the stone monument with the bronze statue and walked down the grayish-white staircase.
He didn't try to "Steal" the distance to prevent himself from falling into danger.
In the dark, silent, and cold environment, the golden bird-shaped accessory on Klein's chest emitted a pale glow, illuminating a very small area. It was like a boat of life that was struggling to survive the waves of death.
After descending for an unknown period of time, the aura of Sefirah Castle around him expanded reflexively, becoming extremely thick like a grayish-white cocoon.
At the same time, Klein turned his head slightly and heard a faint, illusory sound.
This seemed to indicate that deep underground, not far from where he was, there was a dark river slowly flowing.
In the next second, Klein looked down at his feet.
At some point in time, a dark, incorporeal stream of water had surged over.
Even light couldn't exist on its surface.
This is different from the last time I saw it … Klein frowned slightly.
Back when he went to Calderón City to hunt the Spirit World Plunderer, he had triggered a certain change, causing a large amount of grayish-white illusory water to surge up from the bottom of the crater.
The two times he saw it, the colors were completely different.
Just as Klein's thoughts raced, at the bottom of the stone staircase, where the dark tide surged over, a thin grayish-white fog spread upwards. It combined with the illusory water and expanded into a grayish-white "light" water that was closer to fog.
After the water surged to Klein's feet, it quietly shrank back, as though it was doing a periodic ebb and flow.
This thin grayish-white fog is a little familiar … Klein's expression turned solemn.
After pausing for a few seconds, he continued descending.
This time, the rising illusory tide drowned him, causing his body to become light and his emotions to quickly turn cold, causing his thoughts to gradually die.
If it wasn't for the protection of Sefirah Castle's aura, Klein suspected that he would have passively fused with the tide without being able to resist.
Following that, the grayish-white "cocoon" rose and fell in the water. With the ebb and flow of the tide, it slowly reached the end of the staircase.
Beyond the end was a stretch of nothingness. In the nothingness, a straight, wide, illusory, colorless, and gloomy river flowed.
This river was blurry and difficult to see clearly because it was shrouded in a thin, grayish-white fog that resembled a barrier.
"As expected …" Klein couldn't help but mutter when he saw this.
He was no stranger to this fog. He had seen it behind the door in the Bansy Ruins, in the easternmost area of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, and under Sefirah Castle!
Unlike other places, a portion of the River of Eternal Darkness's water penetrated the grayish-white fog and fused with it to a certain extent. At times, it was dark, and at other times, it was pale white.
This portion of the river kept rising and falling, like a tributary that surged through the darkness.
On both sides of the tributary stood huge and pale stone pillars. They seemed to be supporting something, preventing it from collapsing.
At that moment, between the stone pillars and the edge of the tributary, countless blurry, translucent figures were walking back and forth, slowly but incessantly.
Among them, the most eye-catching was a dazed figure that would occasionally walk into the depths of the tributary and turn around from time to time. However, it was unable to escape the river no matter what.
It was so huge that it was about the same size as the surrounding stone pillars. It was draped in a deep black robe, and its side profile was already old.
Suddenly, it turned its head and looked at Klein.
Its face clearly had the characteristics of the southern continent, but there were already patches of rotting on its body. White feathers that were stained with yellow oil grew out one after another.
Klein knew "Him." He was Mr. Aztec's father, Death from the Fourth Epoch.
Emperor of the Underworld, Salinger.
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