His surroundings were very dark and very white. It was both dim and dazzling. It was as if there was nothing there, but it also seemed to contain thousands of things.
The green grass under the starry sky, the waves in front of the reef, the engravings on the palace walls, the ruins in the deep sea … Countless scenes flashed before his eyes.
His thoughts paused for a moment, then slowly turned.
He had been here.
Just like before, he had forgotten some things, but he also remembered some things.
Forget about the secondary, the innocuous encumbrances.
Remember those magical, real, and important existences.
But this was not the most important thing.
The most important thing was that he was here.
He.
As his thoughts turned, the end of the world, the power of nature, the heat of the sun, the undercurrent, the activity of life, the silence of death, everything was displayed in front of his eyes without reservation.
It was very comfortable, very free.
It was as if he had let go of all restraints, got rid of all shackles, and unloaded all burdens.
There was no gravity, no time, nothing else.
There was nothing else that could limit his thoughts.
Only he existed here, like a wild horse galloping freely, a bird soaring in the sky, a fish swimming freely in the deep sea.
He wandered in the world.
He was everywhere.
He had no scruples.
Until he became the entire world.
"The … world …"
A slight discomfort flashed through his heart.
But that was not important. Just like facing all other unimportant things, he did not care.
Only one feeling still stubbornly accompanied him.
Impulse.
Not enough.
This impulse arose abruptly and couldn't be stopped.
Not enough.
A faint impatience rose in his heart.
Far from enough!
He wanted more.
He wanted to know more, understand more, and obtain more!
As this thought appeared, he began to rise.
It was really magical.
He was like the rising sun, bringing with him limitless light and heat as he rose into the endless sky.
Higher and higher.
Faster and faster.
And what he saw, heard, saw, and felt … More and more.
Faster and faster!
Until the edge of his senses, that endless deep space appeared.
Darkness, silence, and desolation.
It was so beautiful, magical, and indescribable, as if it was the center of all things.
It intoxicated him.
But that was not what attracted him the most.
At that moment, he saw a dense fog in the deep space. The fog was dark and misty, but countless dazzling white lights seeped out. The lights flowed like water and flickered faintly.
What was that?
As soon as this thought popped up in his mind, the fog that was permeated with white light moved slightly!
As if they had a life of their own, they spread towards him.
This was strange.
He looked at the fog in the dark deep space and felt the distance between them slowly shrink.
Why … did it feel so intimate?
It's like — he looked at the mists that flowed toward him, and suddenly felt a faint thrill — it's like they're calling me.
He wanted it.
He wanted to pass through that layer of white light and enter that layer of fog to discover what was inside.
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he immediately felt as if thousands of ants were scratching at his heart. He couldn't help but want to get closer to that place, throw himself into that darkness, enter that fog, and enter that white light.
It was as if the greatest spoils of war were hidden there.
The magical feeling appeared again. As he got closer to the fog, his perception of the world became clearer and his determination became firmer.
He lowered his gaze and found that everything in front of him had already sunk from the sea to the water droplets, from the depths of the forest to the veins of the leaves, from the earth to the soil, from life to existence.
He was ordering the world to present itself to him in a new way.
The deep space was getting closer and closer, and so was the fog.
And he … was becoming more and more … perfect?
He wanted to laugh, but found that laughter was far from being able to describe his feelings. He also wanted to sigh, but he was no longer in the rut of emotions. He still wanted to open his arms, but in this place, even his body was no longer important.
He wanted it.
He wanted it!
A few gazes opened from behind the dark deep space and cast on him, who was hurrying along anxiously from afar.
But that was not important, was it?
At this moment, there was only the fog in the deep space in his eyes!
He just wanted to push it aside and enter it!
As for everything else, it was no longer important!
He was getting closer and closer.
The deep space was becoming more and more real, and the fog was becoming more and more intimate.
He believed that they were only a short distance apart!
Once he obtained it and discovered it, he could become even more … perfect.
It was only a short distance away. Soon.
Haha.
He should have come earlier, shouldn't he?
Why did he wait for so long?
He should have been here a long time ago, entered the dark deep space, pushed aside the fog in the light, and faced a better version of himself.
A stronger, higher, more omnipotent, and more perfect version of himself!
He was about to reach the deep space. The gazes in the darkness became sharper and sharper, but he did not care!
At that moment, the long-lost madness and joy, impulse and pleasure surged at the same time.
It was as if his once scattered and confused thoughts had found a center, and the speed at which he approached the deep space kept increasing.
It was as if his wishes were constantly being fulfilled, and he was getting closer to the ultimate step that he had hoped for.
It was as if the reason why he appeared here and wasted so much time was for this moment!
He had experienced this magic before, had he not?
Not long ago.
That irresistible state, that power that was above everything, as if he was the god of the Boundless Universe, the ruler of all things in the universe, the supreme —
"God …"
Suddenly, a strange yet familiar male voice rang in his heart.
It was elegant, contented, and relaxed.
However, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head and face, drenching his entire body!
The speed at which he was moving forward slowed down slightly.
The deep space and fog that he had been determined to get seemed to have drifted away in an instant. From being so close to him, it became so far away again.
No, don't.
He let out a disappointed sigh from the bottom of his heart.
Don't stop.
Don't stop.
He really … wanted more …
If he had arms, he would have stretched them to the fog in the deep space.
"What is a god …"
The male voice rang again.
It sounded like a whisper from a ghost. It was faintly discernible, sometimes absent.
He, who was trying his best to "reach out", was slightly stunned.
Wh … What?
He suddenly panicked.
And the fact that he did not know where this panic came from made him even more at a loss.
"The world …"
Once again, the elegant male voice rang faintly, as if he was mumbling to himself.
"What is the world …"
At that moment, he felt as if he had been hit heavily by someone!
His vision trembled violently, and his senses were shattered. The scenes that flashed before his eyes and the omnipotence that knew everything instantly disappeared from his senses!
Even the dark deep space that was far away in the horizon became blurry.
As he acted strangely, the gazes that were cast on him from the deep space revealed puzzlement.
It was just as puzzled as he was.
What was that?
Puzzlement, puzzlement, bewilderment, a sense of disharmony and inappropriateness that seemed familiar to him, and the confusion and fear of losing everything instantly surged into his heart.
God.
Ruler.
World.
All things.
More and more words invaded his thoughts and flashed back and forth.
What is this …
He was troubled and upset.
Did it sound familiar?
Until —
"When you think of a god, what is the first thing that comes to mind?"
It was that male voice. It rang out again with incomparable clarity. To him, it was no different from a sudden clap of thunder in a quiet night!
At that moment, his surging and unrestrained thoughts were instantly thwarted!
"Ahhhh!"
If he had a voice, he would definitely be screaming.
What was a god?
He did not know.
But there was already another voice in his heart that quietly answered for him.
"An existence that is incompatible with us, yet distant from us."
That voice was slightly rough, dry, and sounded like a duck. There was a hint of impatience in it, like an immature teenager.
As the inexplicable question and answer rang out, he suddenly felt very flustered.
No, it was not like this!
God, the God that he envisioned, the God that this state told him, was clearly … clearly …
"The benevolent creator? Uh, or the omniscient and omnipotent cold-blooded one? Hehe, nothing, I just feel that … Um, the Sunset Goddess Statue looks rather cold, but the Bright Moon … "
"The puppeteer is silently observing in the dark? Right, I want to ask, do all Mystics like you like to peep … Ahem, I mean secretly observe … "
"Maybe they are high-level creatures from another world? Um, Asda, are you sure you were born to a local human? I mean, maybe your mother saw a flying saucer one day when she went out for a walk, and there was someone as handsome and elegant as you on the flying saucer … Ahhhh, teacher, I was wrong … Erm, air-air, I need, air … "
"The Bright Moon Priestess seems to mean that the Goddess sometimes responds to the prayers of mortals, and sometimes she doesn't. So I'm thinking, are the gods a group of experimenters? They wear white coats and cultivate samples like us in boxes. Then, outside the boxes, they discuss terrorist conspiracies such as' what to eat for lunch today '… "
That annoying, ignorant, and self-righteous duck voice sounded more and more frequently.
'Gods …
What are they? '
He shuddered slightly and suddenly discovered something to his horror.
He did not know.
This discovery was like a horse that lost its footing, causing him to fall from the edge of a cliff into a bottomless abyss.
The question and answer session had not ended.
"What is the world to you?"
…..
The voices in his ears grew louder, more numerous, and more chaotic. The exchange between that elegant male voice and the annoying duck voice became more and more frequent.
But he was in a bad situation.
At that moment, he felt as if he had suddenly boarded a carriage that had increased its speed, climbed onto a cloud that had lost control and dispersed, and sat on a small boat that was floating and sinking with the current!
He suddenly realized that he could no longer control the direction he was heading in, or the achievement of controlling all things and the world.
The darkness in front of him grew further and further away, and the fog disappeared.
He was falling.
He discovered this to his horror.
Just like how he had risen like the rising sun earlier, he was now like a rolling avalanche, falling thousands of miles straight down with an irreversible momentum!
He was powerless to stop it, and there was nothing he could do.
He could only look up in despair.
He looked at the dark, deep space that was just inches away from him, which was filled with endless secrets. He looked at the tempting fog and beautiful white light that was once within his reach …
He was no longer there.
'Damn it. That damned duck voice is still chattering endlessly …'
"The world? Hehe, perhaps all things in the world really have their own forces, but they must be ignorant and indifferent, neither cold nor hot … Heaven and earth are heartless, matter is matter, objectivity is objectivity …
[But I suddenly realized …]
"The world we live in, the world we understand … it is not a cold matter, nor is it a gloomy objectivity. It is a picture interwoven by our cognition and the reflection of the outside world … From this perspective, it must have color and temperature."
"Only then will it be meaningful to us."
'Ahhh, so uncomfortable …
'That duck voice … Why didn't he die earlier!
"I saw the world, but I don't know how far it is from the 'truth', if there really is an objective world there …
"Or should I say, the world I saw exists because of me … Hey, Asda? Mister Sakern? What's wrong with you? You're a teacher. Do Mystics get distracted too? It's raining, it's time to eat, a beauty is passing by … Come back to your senses, hey! Ah, don't, don't, I didn't do it on purpose … That, breathe … give me … air … "
As he fell, the gazes that were originally fixed on him slowly changed.
They were no longer fierce or puzzled.
Instead, they were exuding anger.
They seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with something.
He continued to fall, as if he was falling from a high altitude.
Weightlessness, dizziness, panic, and suffocation attacked him instantly.
It was just like how he fell from the Cliff of the Sky in Dragon Clouds City with Black Sword.
'Wait a minute?'
He was shocked.
'Who is Black Sword?
Where is Dragon Clouds City?
'Why … Why do I know?
'I …
'Who am I?
'I …
'I am …'
In the next moment, Thales suddenly woke up from the strange world!
It was as if a small breathing hole had been drilled under the cold ice.
It made him gasp for air.
'But …'
Thales subconsciously looked around.
'Where am I?'
But in his eyes, up, down, left and right, there was only a blurry scene, as if it was hidden behind a thick curtain of water.
From the corner of his eyes, there seemed to be light flowing and a secret hidden. However, when he looked up, he could not see anything. Everything was silent.
'Where … was I?'
He asked himself in confusion.
But he could not remember.
But Thales was still falling. This was the only thing he could feel.
He was falling faster and faster.
'What should I do …'
His heartbeat sped up. The fear and puzzlement that had once faded away attacked him one after another.
'What's going on?'
Thales became more and more panicked.
He did not know where he was.
He did not know how he got here.
He did not even know what he was doing.
He was like a patient who had lost his memory and woke up on an unfamiliar bed in the hospital with injuries all over his body.
'Damn it … What's a hospital?'
His surroundings were still a blur.
He was very lost.
It was just like how he felt when he walked alone in the desert during his arduous journey.
'Wait a minute.'
Thales shook his head desperately.
'Desert?
Where … is that? '
At this moment, Thales felt a chill on his forehead!
Silver light flowed out of his body inch by inch like fluorescent light.
He heard a faint ringing in his ears, followed by a soft murmur that was almost inaudible.
"Always …
"Never get lost."
Thales shuddered!
'This is …'
The moment he heard this strange murmur, his downward momentum stopped!
It was as if he was suspended in midair.
Thales was so shocked that his thoughts froze for a moment.
But soon, the silver light scattered like starlight, and a ray of light flickered in the blurry air, leading into the distance.
It was like a path.
Thales stared at the path formed by the light in a daze. Even though he was still confused and lost his memory, he knew vaguely.
'This is the right path.
'How do I get there?'
As soon as this thought appeared, Thales shuddered!
At that moment, he felt as if he had returned to the Path of Shadows. His already blurry vision slowly faded. 'Damn it, what is the Path of Shadows? Why do I feel so familiar when I think of it, and why am I so … anxious? ' It turned white.
'No, it's not that the outside world turned white.
Instead, it was a white light that occupied his vision! '
Thales thought in a daze.
This strange white light seeped out of his body and carried Thales towards the path formed by the silver light. He shuttled through the blurry air.
Thales widened his eyes. He suddenly remembered that he could not see his own body. He felt that his brain could no longer bear the burden of the strange scene before him.
As he was carried by the strange white light and moved forward slowly along the silver light, his head ached a little.
When the silver light and the white light disappeared together, Thales finally stopped in a similarly blurry, quiet, and colorless void. He did not go up nor down, nor did he go forward nor backward.
Thales felt bitter in his heart.
'What is this place …'
"This is the boundary of the first threshold." An indifferent voice suddenly appeared. "One step forward, and you will knock on the Door and enter your original form.
"One step backward, and you will return to your physical form."
Thales jumped in fright.
He quickly turned his gaze and found the source of the voice.
It was a human figure.
It was also a blurry, colorless, and strange figure that could only be distinguished from this strange space by its edges.
He was like a statue that stood quietly behind Thales and did not move at all.
'Like …
'Like a mosaic?'
Thales' brain ached again!
'What is a mosaic? 'Damn it …'
But the figure with the indifferent voice spoke again.
"Since ancient times, very few Mystics have been able to stay here," he said faintly.
"Those who come here are like a boat sailing against the current. They either follow mystic energy to search for the name of origin and go straight to their original form to knock on the Door, or they hurriedly lower their threshold and leave the boundary to return to their physical form."
Thales was stunned.
'Mystics …
'These …'
When he said this, the blurry figure had a hint of seriousness. Thales inexplicably felt that he seemed to be quietly observing him behind the blurry screen.
"Until you appeared, child."
Thales stared at him in confusion. He did not understand.
"What?"
He was like a stupid and foolish child as he stared at the figure in front of him in a daze.
The figure paused for a moment, as if he was carefully observing him.
"I can see that Asda taught you well." He still spoke in that indifferent voice.
"The things he gave you were just right to protect you. He pulled you back from the brink of knocking on the Door hastily, so that you would not lose yourself and be unable to extricate yourself from it."
'Asda?'
Thales felt a throbbing in his heart. It was as if a cocoon in his heart was slowly breaking.
'The Air Mystic, Asda Sakern.'
He suddenly realized that his memory was slowly returning.
"Who are you?"
Thales looked at the blurry void around him that he could not identify. It seemed to be still, but it also seemed to be filled with flowing lights and colors. He subconsciously blurted out, "Are you a Mystic?
What is your name of origin?
Which faction do you belong to? Extremists? Moderates? Obfuscators? Two Empresses? "
The figure did not answer directly. Instead, he paused for a moment.
It was as if he was thinking about something.
"Very good. Asda taught you a lot, and he is very practical." After a while, the figure spoke quietly.
"Even though this is the first time, as far as a guide is concerned …
"He is quite competent."
'Guide.'
Thales' attention gradually focused, and he recovered more and more memories.
'I was just now … in a dark underground … in a prison cell …'
A sense of anxiety slowly rose in him.
"You … you know Asda?" Thales endured his headache and asked through gritted teeth.
The figure was silent for a while. He nodded gently, as if he had sensed something.
"He could have been a good teacher. Asda was originally the most promising and talented wizard apprentice, and he learned from the most famous Master Gogol." The figure shook his head slowly. He spoke at a moderate pace, neither too fast nor too slow, neither too loud nor too soft.
"His achievements are not inferior to many official mages. If Asda continues like this, perhaps one day he will become a master … Soul Tower will also be proud of him."
"But unfortunately …"
He did not continue speaking.
Thales frowned hard. He could not hear anything. That inexplicable sense of anxiety kept tormenting him.
It was as if … he still had something important that he had forgotten to do.
'But what is it?'
"So, who are you? What's wrong with me? "Thales forcefully suppressed the anxiety, but his tone gradually became impolite.
At this moment …
* Thud. *
There was a dull sound.
Thales seemed to have sensed something. He hurriedly raised his head, but he could still only see a blurry void.
Coincidentally, that strange figure also raised his head at this moment.
"You felt it too?"
The figure looked into the distance. "The moment you knocked on the Door, you fell back and disappeared, making their wishes come to nothing."
He paused for a second. His gaze fell from the horizon, as if he was sighing helplessly.
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