In a higher dimension without an emotion module, calmness and rationality ruled everything.
Because of this, the occasional "inspiration" that came to him would always be so abrupt.
In Angor's opinion, this "inspiration" might be the guidance from a higher dimension organ, or the secret arrangement of an unknown existence in the higher dimension.
The former was undoubtedly safe. But if it was the latter, he had to draw a question mark.
So, should he follow the inspiration and walk into the glowing door?
Angor pondered for a moment and finally decided not to go against the sudden inspiration.
Whether it was the guidance of a higher dimension organ or the arrangement of an unknown existence, he could not go against it.
Besides, in this completely lost dimension, there was only one place he could go — the door.
This was the only choice he made after careful consideration.
In a dimension without an emotion module, there was one advantage — after making a decision, it was hard to give oneself room to hesitate.
Angor was the same.
He did not even have the emotion of "hesitation" at this moment. He just made the choice according to his rationality. Without any hesitation, he stepped into the glowing door.
The moment he stepped through the door.
He "saw" a blinding flash of white light.
The white light covered the sky and the earth as if this was a world of pure white light.
However, the white light did not last long. When Angor's consciousness appeared here, the white light quickly boiled like boiling water.
The white light twisted and overlapped.
It began to shrink at an extremely fast speed.
In a dimension where time could not be measured, the white light condensed from endless light into a light spot like a firefly. It was just a frame skip.
The missing frame in the middle might be an instant, or it might be ten thousand years.
Fortunately, Angor's consciousness also skipped a frame and did not sink into the missing frame.
So when Angor opened his eyes again, he already saw that the white light around him had disappeared, leaving only a tiny floating light spot.
And this dazzling light spot was rushing toward him.
Angor could not dodge because he could not sense any energy source needed to "move". Unlike when he was outside the door, he could move as long as his mind was clear.
After entering the glowing door, it was as if he was stuck between the door and the space behind it. Other than being able to recognize himself, he could not affect the outside world at all.
This included the sense of distance. Whether it was the distance of time or the distance of space, they were all completely restricted.
He could only watch helplessly as the white light rushed into his consciousness.
Then, following his consciousness, it entered his … mind space.
As soon as the white light entered his mind space, he finally sensed the existence of his body.
Perhaps with the "physical body" as a target.
Angor's consciousness floating in the higher dimension seemed to have found the way home and instantly became excited.
Descending —
Contrary to the concept of "ascending", he now felt that he was "falling". Or should he call it "dimensionality reduction"?
At the same time, Angor's missing emotion module was restored to the core of every human being's spirit hub like flowing water.
In other words, he was back.
As soon as his spirit returned to his body, he saw the painting on the wall moving. The man in the golden-red uniform was slowly walking toward the door.
Each of his steps was extremely heavy.
However, it did not mean that he was sad. Instead, it was a sense of "solemnity" from the bottom of his heart. It was as if a devout believer was walking toward his religion.
In the end, the man in the golden-red uniform disappeared behind the glowing door.
The "dimensionality" also disappeared.
When Angor slowly focused his eyes, he saw that the painting was still the same. The man in the golden-red uniform did not move, and the door did not glow.
Everything was in order, as if the "pilgrimage" he had seen before was just an illusion.
…
"How is it? Do you see the door approaching you? "Laplace looked at Angor.
Angor had been spacing out for almost ten seconds already. Laplace kept watching Angor while observing the door on the wall.
The door on the wall did not look strange to Laplace's eyes.
She could only look at Angor to see if there were any changes.
Angor narrowed his eyes. Judging from Laplace's question, he already guessed that Laplace did not notice the "dimensionality" he experienced and the series of abnormalities that followed.
Maybe it was only a few seconds in reality.
However, during the "dimensionality", Angor felt that he had spent a lot of "frames". He might have dropped frames, but he still had a sense of time.
Still, Angor was not surprised.
He used his "consciousness" to enter the dimensionality, and consciousness was sensitive to time.
Besides, higher dimensions had their own concept of time.
Angor did not reply to Laplace right away. Instead, he looked down and sensed the skin on his chest.
That warm feeling still hadn't disappeared.
Since Laplace was right next to him, he did not dare to use his spirit feelers to check if the Alien Eye was heating up. However, he was sure that the Alien Eye had been acting strangely before, just by feeling the heat on his skin.
But it only heated up a little. It did not glow or directly float out.
It made sense. The only thing that could make the Alien Eye react so violently was a plane fusion.
It was already impressive that the painting could cause the Alien Eye to heat up once. Maybe it was because the painting contained some kind of "dimensionality" aura?
Maybe the aura came from the owner of the painting, the man in the golden-red uniform?
Angor did not try to figure it out. He had a feeling that the "white light" entering his mind space would tell him the answer.
With that in mind, Angor entered his mind space.
There was no change in the Space of Thought, and the white light from before had disappeared. But Angor knew where it went.
It was a spell slot in his spirit model.
To be more precise, the white light went into the Gate of Illusion. It seemed to have become one with the Gate of Illusion.
Due to the appearance of the white light, the Gate of Illusion also underwent some new changes.
However, Angor did not study them for now. He asked the "server" in his mind to analyze the changes.
Angor's consciousness returned.
He looked up and saw Laplace looking at him with a concerned and doubtful look.
He was going to say "nothing", but on second thought, he decided there was no need to lie. Lying in front of Laplace, who had lived for more than ten thousand years, was not something he could do.
However, even if he didn't lie, he definitely wouldn't tell the truth.
After all, he had decided not to reveal anything about the Alien Eye to anyone.
Angor thought for a moment and pointed at the man in the golden-red uniform. "I saw him moving."
"He moved?" Laplace was surprised. Didn't Angor say "door"? Why did he say "man" now?
Angor nodded. "I saw him walking toward the door. Each of his steps was heavy, like a devout pilgrim who was about to meet his god.
"Finally, he entered the door.
"And then … everything went back to normal. The painting did not change. The man did not move. The door did not move. I don't even know if I was bewitched by some unknown entity, or if I was just — "
"Illusion."
Angor chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Meanwhile, Laplace showed a serious look after hearing Angor's explanation.
She believed Angor's words not only because of her knowledge of Angor, but also because of her intuition.
The painting did move in Angor's eyes.
However, Laplace didn't notice any abnormalities at all. She and Angor were both standing in front of the painting, but they saw two completely different things. This made Laplace think that there was something different going on inside.
"Maybe the painting is picking people?"
"Picking people?"
Laplace nodded. She already noticed something strange about the painting when she first came here. However, after she carefully observed the mural, she didn't sense any "spiritual" remote sensing.
This was also the reason why Laplace gave up on investigating the murals that were obviously abnormal.
Angor, on the other hand, kept seeing strange things in front of him.
The door was approaching, and the "pilgrimage" of the person in the painting. This was completely different from what she had seen before.
She was not waiting for herself. She was waiting for Angor.
"The question is, why did the painting pick you?" Laplace asked.
This ruin was left behind by the Ordovans. Even if the painting wanted to pick people, it should have picked an Ordovans. Why did it pick a human?
Angor shook his head.
However, Angor believed that the painting was not meant to pick people. In fact, it was not meant to give people "opportunities" or "clues".
Was it because Angor had the Alien Eye as a "middleman"? Or did it activate some kind of aura or "memory" in the painting?
Laplace did not doubt Angor's words. "Maybe something about you corresponds to the painting?"
"Or maybe the creator of the painting has some kind of preference for humans?"
Laplace made several guesses, but none of them seemed right to her.
Laplace considered and shook her head. "Never mind. These are all baseless guesses. Let's get back to the real thing. What do you plan to do now that you noticed something strange about the painting? "
"Stay here and study it? Or find a way to take it away? "
Angor shook his head. He knew that the painting was useless now, and he would not be able to get anything out of it.
As for taking it away, that was even more unnecessary.
However, these were all inferences based on what he already knew. They could not be used as evidence. He considered and said, "I can't tell if it's good or bad, or if it's a risk or an opportunity."
"If it's a risk, taking it away will only bring me disaster."
"If it's an opportunity …"
Angor chuckled. "So what? I haven't even used up all the opportunities I already have. Why should I carry a painting that looks like an opportunity? "
Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not use it.
Laplace agreed. The Dream Crystal alone was enough to elevate Angor's status to a whole new level as long as they continued to develop it.
Why should he care about a small painting?
Besides, the painting was left behind by the Ordovans. Even if he wanted to study it, he would need to understand their civilization first. He might even find something related to the Ordovans' energy system.
There was no need for Angor to look for something that was far away.
Besides, the painting might not be an opportunity.
Therefore, it was pointless for Angor to shoulder the responsibility of the painting.
Thinking of this, Laplace nodded and said, "That's true. This mural may be more of a burden to you."
"Speaking of which …" Angor continued, "I'm more interested in the story behind the painting. Like who painted it? Why did they do it? "
"But I don't think we can find out the answer for now."
The answer was probably related to the previous owner of the ruin. The ruin was not only explored by Lv Nuo, but also renovated by the Crystaleye Race. Almost all information about the previous owner of the ruin was removed.
It was impossible to find out the answer now.
Laplace thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps we can ask Lü Nuo. Maybe he has some information about the previous owner of the ruins? "
Angor nodded. He had the same idea.
Lv Nuo briefly told them about the previous owner of the ruin. Since they were too focused on the items in the hidden space, Lv Nuo did not tell them much.
They did not know how much Lv Nuo knew about the previous owner of the ruin.
Maybe Lv Nuo knew a lot about the previous owner?
"Let's ask Lv Nuo later."
Laplace nodded. "Shall we leave now? The clone can't talk. She's lost her mind. "
"Lost her mind?"
"You can think of her as … a walking corpse."
Angor was speechless.
After all, the divine blood doppelganger is your doppelganger. Is it really appropriate for you to describe your doppelganger as a walking corpse?
"Let's go meet up with the Maze Guardians then."
Without wasting any more time, the two of them left the spacious underground palace.
After they left …
A small piece of paint powder fell from the door of the painting behind the throne.
Although this tiny bit of paint powder was even smaller than a grain of rice, its falling meant that the mural was beginning to … become mediocre.
Just like the other paintings in the ruin, they would lose their original colors under the ravages of time.
(End of Chapter)
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