Following the holy light, Angor and Laplace stepped into the depths of the temple.
Every time they stepped through a path of light …
Fairies wrapped in colorful ribbons would appear from the colorful windows on both sides of the temple and offer their most sincere gazes as if they were singing a silent hymn.
Soon, they arrived at the end of the temple.
A pure white statue stood in the middle of the halo.
According to Laplace, this statue was the clone of God's Blood. However, when Angor looked closer, he noticed that the statue did not look like God's Blood's clone at all.
It was a woman who looked more serious than God's Blood's clone.
From a human's point of view, she was not beautiful, but she looked more heroic.
She was holding a measuring cup in one hand and a ruler in the other. She looked dignified and solemn. Rather than a statue of a goddess, she looked more like a self-sculpted statue of a female scientist.
She did not look distant like a deity. Instead, she looked like a woman who was obsessed with the truth.
"This is the face of the God of Rigor," Laplace said. "To be precise, this is how she looked in the eyes of her believers in her original world. But this is not her true face either.
"Her true face is a mass of light mist. The gods there were born from believers, and they walked out of the mist of light. "
Because of this, the God of Rigor never cared about her own appearance.
She did not care even if she changed her face into Laplace's.
"A god who came from the light mist … That world sounds interesting."
Laplace nodded. "It is. There are countless gods in that world. But the root of all gods is man. Man is the true master of that world. "
"In that world, the gods are not omniscient. In fact, mortals are the most unfathomable beings for them. Even when mortals sent them to the altar, they still do not understand them. "
Laplace's words sounded sentimental and even sentimental.
Angor was thinking about how to respond when Laplace suddenly spoke again. "This is what God's Blood's clone said. I'm just helping to convey it."
The white statue in front of them glowed brightly as if it was responding to Laplace's words.
"Why would a god not understand humans?"
Laplace did not reply immediately. Instead, he looked at the statue and said after a few seconds, "God can only see people's actions, not their hearts."
"Especially the people of that world. A very small portion of them pursue some kind of idealistic philosophy."
"God doesn't understand those philosophies. It's like showing an illiterate person a high-level mathematical formula. He won't be able to understand it. "
"And this philosophy of idealism is said to be the origin of God. Of course, this is just a legend. "
Laplace paused for a moment before continuing, "The above is for reference only. The divine blood doppelganger only has part of the memory. She is not the real God of Rigour. "
"So, you can just listen to these theories. If you are really interested in the world of the Pantheon, you can go and take a look for yourself in the future when you grow up."
Angor nodded. He was interested in many otherworlds, including the Barbarian World, the Ordovician Realm, and this unknown World of Gods.
However, apart from the Desolate Savage World, he couldn't go to any of these worlds for the time being.
Space-Time limit limited everything.
It would be great if he could find a way to bypass this limit and go to a distant world.
Of course, there were ways to realize such a dream. For example, he could learn the travel method of a special world and go to another world through the portal of the special world.
However, this method was difficult to achieve.
Before, Angor thought that he only needed to go to a special world and find the corresponding coordinates to teleport to another world.
But after staying in the Mirror Realm for so long, he had a better understanding of the special worlds.
The Mirror Realm was also a special world, but it was also very difficult to teleport to another world through it.
The Sun Mirror Realm only corresponded to a few nearby worlds. If he wanted to go to a distant source world, he had to go to another mirror realm through the Ghost Domain first.
Going to another mirror realm was already difficult for the creatures there, not to mention finding the corresponding mirror realm.
Besides, even if he could go to another mirror realm, would he be able to find a way to teleport to another world?
No. He still needed to understand the rules of the other mirror realm.
Therefore, even if he learned the travel method of a special world, he might not be able to reach his destination quickly and easily.
Of course, this was only using the Mirror Realm as an example. If it was convenient to teleport to another special world, Angor would just ignore it.
Angor shook his head and tried to get rid of the "distant world" idea for now.
But at that moment, a thought flashed through his mind. His thoughts suddenly drifted to … the Door of Illusion.
He remembered a trip he took using the Gate of Illusion.
Back then, he arrived at the small space of the Box of Reincarnation, which was located in a distant plane in the blink of an eye.
There, he met Ivo Sprit, a scholar from the Research Department.
If he could learn the special travel method of the Gate of Illusion, maybe he could bypass the limit of space-time and go to a distant world?
But he only dared to think about it.
If he really wanted to learn the travel method, he would feel that he had to reach the legendary level, or even the miracle level.
After all, it was a real high-dimensional travel method.
Angor looked at the white statue in front of him. "So, the blessing is given here?"
Laplace nodded. "Yes. Right here."
Laplace stared at the statue for a moment as if he was trying to listen to the statue's words.
Several seconds later, Laplace spoke again, "The clone asked me to ask you, what do you want to be blessed in?"
Angor was surprised. "Huh? Can I choose the content of the blessing myself? "
Laplace said, "You can choose for yourself, but the God's Blood clone will make the final decision."
Angor didn't know what to say. What's the point?
"You can ask her as a reference."
Most of the time, the blessings people gave her were too ridiculous. She wasn't omnipotent, and she couldn't grant every blessing. However, she could refer to one's wishes and give them specific blessings.
For example, if Angor's wish was "I wish to become invincible in this world", the clone's clone wouldn't be able to do it.
There was no way Angor's clone could do such a thing. However, Angor was sure that he wanted to improve his fighting skills.
The avatar would be able to give him a certain amount of blessings from the aspect of improving his combat ability.
For example, she could reduce mistakes in battle, or reduce the chances of crossing paths while casting spells.
Angor thought for a moment. "I don't know where I can get blessings. But if I have to choose, I don't need blessings for fighting. I'm more interested in getting blessings for my research."
Compared to making mistakes in battle, Angor was more interested in making fewer mistakes in research.
For Magi, knowledge was power. Where did they get their knowledge from? Apart from learning from the outside world, they could do their own research.
Laplace said, "The Divine Blood clone already knows. She will consider your opinion."
Angor didn't know what to say. He didn't ask for too much. Did the clone really need his opinion?
Laplace said, "Stand in front of the statue."
Angor complained in his mind, but he didn't show it on his face. He followed Laplace's instructions and stood in front of the statue.
As Laplace stepped back, he heard a loud clang coming from above.
Angor looked up.
A colorful window on the ceiling of the temple suddenly opened, and a beam of light shone down on Angor's body like a stage lamp.
The warm light enveloped Angor and the statue.
Angor could clearly feel that the temple around him was dimmed. Even Laplace, who was standing not far away, seemed to be covered by a layer of shadow.
It was as if some kind of barrier had appeared, separating him from the outside world.
At this moment, only Angor and the statue were inside the barrier.
Out of instinct, he looked up at the statue in front of him.
The statue, which had been standing still all this time, lowered its plaster head as well.
The two pairs of eyes looked at each other.
As soon as they looked at each other, a strange power was released from the statue.
The statue's outer shell turned into some kind of light dust and slowly disappeared, revealing the true face of the statue — the clone.
This feeling was as if some kind of high-dimensional observer had reset the time of the low-dimensional world through strong observation. The original form of the statue jumped out of the long river of history.
While Angor was still in a daze, the clone's dark purple hair slowly floated in the air. She slowly floated down from the sky and reached out a hand toward Angor.
Angor couldn't move at all as if he was frozen in time.
The clone's finger went through Angor's field of vision without any resistance.
Her cold fingertips gently touched the space between his eyebrows.
The clone's face was right in front of him.
Angor could clearly see her pale skin, black and red eyes, as well as the runes drawn with dark red ink on her face.
The avatar suddenly opened its mouth and looked at the rune.
"God says —"
"As a scholar who pursues the truth, you will have unparalleled intuition in your studies."
Her clear voice echoed in Angor's ears.
Following her words, Angor saw the blood-ink ritual rune on the clone's face begin to glow in bright red.
However, the light only lasted for half a second before it was extinguished.
At this moment, a low voice came from the God's Blood Clone. This voice was completely different from the voice of the God's Blood doppelganger. It was as if another person was speaking.
"She" spoke as if it was a judgment.
"The blessing is not precise and not logical."
"Denied."
Angor was speechless.
The clone's eyes flickered as if she already knew this was going to happen. She just wanted to test the upper limit of her power.
Now it seemed she had to return to reality.
The clone remained silent for two seconds and spoke again.
"God says —"
"As a scholar who pursues the truth, you will have unparalleled intuition in your studies."
As soon as his voice fell, the blood-ink ceremonial hair once again emitted a bright red light.
But at the same time, the light quickly dimmed.
A new judgment came out of the God's Blood clone's mouth.
"The blessing is not precise and not logical."
"Denied."
Angor was speechless again. He realized that the clone's blessing had a limit. She had to be precise, or the blessing would not work.
Also, he noticed that the blood-ink ritual rune on the clone's face was turning transparent as if it was about to disappear.
Based on this situation, the God's Blood clone should only have one last blessing left.
If the last blessing was still "not established", then the blessing this time would probably be … hopeless?
The clone also understood that she only had one last chance. She looked at Angor with a helpless and apologetic look.
She thought she could succeed with just one blessing. However, Angor seemed to have made great achievements in his studies. It seemed impossible for her to give Angor a strong intuition in his future studies.
Now, the only way was to add a prefix in front of the word "spell research".
Should she add a prefix of "frequency" or "time"?
The Divine Blood doppelganger hesitated for a moment and then said,
"God says —"
"As a scholar who pursues the truth, you will have unparalleled intuition the next time you study spells."
As soon as he finished speaking, the red light of the blood-ink ritual tattoo left his skin and turned into a mysterious rune.
The rune flashed in front of Angor's eyes and disappeared.
At the same time, he heard the familiar voice again.
"The blessing is precise and not logical."
"Granted!"
…
He did not feel anything from beginning to end. Even when the judge said "should be established", he did not notice any change in himself.
It was as if he was just going through the motions.
He had no idea if the blessing would work, or if it would really work.
As he pondered, the holy light, temples, and statues around him began to change. They all vanished in the blink of an eye as if they were nothing more than illusions in a dream.
When he came back to his senses, he was already back at the tea party in Silver Forest Dimension.
He looked up and saw the clone had returned.
She gave Angor a meaningful look and said, "… Abba, abba …"
"???"
The clone also seemed to be getting anxious. She stood up and said, "An … Abba … Abba …"
After a long while, the God's Blood clone touched his own throat and slumped back into the chair, looking absent-minded.
Her whole body seemed to have lost its color.
(End of Chapter)
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