Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

When he woke up the next morning, Renekton rubbed his head and whispered:

"Is this Sasril? The trace of destiny that Mr. Huang glimpsed points to him?"

Getting up from the bed, Renekton prepared to take a look at the mass of flesh and blood sealed in transparent amber that contained a small part of the true Creator's will and divinity.

The cup of coffee by the window was empty of transparent amber, and Renekton was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the closed window again, took out a gold pound from his pocket, threw it into the air, and performed a simple divination.

After getting the answer that the mass of flesh and blood was still in the room, Renekton's eyes were covered with a hazy purple light and he scanned the bedroom twice.

"Not there?" He frowned slightly, and Renekton looked at himself with some uncertainty.

A group of dark red and almost black spiritual light flickered on the forearm of his left hand.

The purple halo in his eyes faded, and Renekton brushed the sleeve of his left hand up his arm.

There is a dark red hanging figure pattern on the exposed forearm, which seems to be integrated with the surrounding flesh and blood. If he did not rely on the sight of the Secret Eye, Renekton himself would not be able to detect the abnormality.

Renekton's brows twitched and he muttered in a low voice:

"It's really my fault. It's a bit inconvenient, whether it's going to the library or above the gray fog."

Renekton was ready to test whether the other party would react if his spiritual body left.

Putting down his sleeves, Renekton closed his eyes and meditated, sketching the pattern in his mind.

The spirituality on his body is like the ripples of water, and a incomplete ring composed of gears and chains emerges behind him.

Renekton's consciousness immediately came to the library in the spiritual world through the inherent connection.

Mr. Huang is still sitting in the armchair in front of the library, with steaming black tea on the desk on one side and an uncovered book in his hand.

Renekton walked up quickly:

"Good morning, Mr. Huang~"

He originally wanted to stretch out his left hand and show the pattern on it to Mr. Huang, but after opening his sleeve, Renekton discovered that the crimson hanging figure pattern was missing.

"He can't get through it, and he won't come over."

Mr. Huang said in a calm tone, with undisguised surprise in his eyes.

"Have you made a deal with Him? I can see that there is something more in you. This is the contract between you and Him."

Renekton nodded slightly, recounted the deal between himself and the vague figure who called himself Sasriel, and finally asked:

"Is He really Sasril?"

Mr. Huang was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking and recalling. After a while, he slowly spoke:

"Part of the authority and characteristics of the real body come from Sasriel. If He peels off part of it and shapes it into a new incarnation, it can indeed be regarded as Sasriel."

"As for whether he is still the dark angel he once was, I can't be sure."

Renekton glanced at Mr. Huang, who had a sigh in his expression, and suppressed his speculation about the other person's identity.

"You are going to complete the deal with Him and come here. I will give you a copy of the characteristics of the prophet and make certain adjustments so that you can directly use some of its abilities."

"Huh?" Renekton was a little confused. He couldn't figure out the reason why Mr. Huang was willing to help.

Mr. Huang said with a smile:

"If the real state can be improved, the storm and the sun will be able to cooperate under pressure. At the same time, I am also curious about what choice Adam, who has always been hostile to the real, will make."

"As for the ancient sun god, even the omniscient person doesn't see it very clearly."

"Okay." Renekton answered quickly, without staying in the library longer, and his mental body returned to his body in the bedroom.

Renekton glanced at the pattern on his left forearm. There was no change. The vague figure who called himself Sasriel seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Walking to the restaurant downstairs, while eating the breakfast prepared by Bugs Bunny, he recalled the words of Mr. Huang and the vague figure who called himself Saslier.

"Is Mr. Huang most likely a vest of the God of Knowledge, who split the Dragon of Utopia into a clone from God's past?"

Renekton murmured softly. He felt that Mr. Huang had some doubts about the identity of Amon's brother. Should I say that he was worthy of being an omniscient person?

Then he tried to inject some spirituality into his left forearm and probed into his own mind to check, but to no avail. It was as if the vague figure in the dream last night had never existed.

After breakfast, Renekton was about to go out to buy auxiliary materials for the psychic potion when he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask Mr. Huang if he could tell Isengard Stanton about the formula for the loremaster's potion. .

I had no choice but to return to the room, summon my book messenger, and ask it to help me ask about this matter.

Then he went out again, preparing to buy auxiliary materials for psychics.

"Fortunately, I have enough material reserves. I only lack some ordinary materials. Otherwise, I would have to ask Klein to purchase them on my behalf."

It didn't take long for Renekton to gather the materials needed for the psychic potion.

After returning home, Renekton began to mix the potion for the crow.

Put the materials into the glass bottle one by one, and after pouring 100 ml of pure water, the materials in the glass bottle quickly melt into a dark green mass and blend into the water.

After shaking the glass bottle a little, Renekton put the characteristics of the psychic into it. The potion in the glass bottle began to bubble one after another. The bubbles soon burst, leaving behind skeleton-like figures. Mysterious symbols.

He picked up a gold coin and threw it out, and did a simple divination. After getting a positive answer, Renekton handed the potion to the crow Anu who was watching the scene.

Crow Anu couldn't wait to put his beak into the mouth of the glass bottle. Renekton tilted the glass bottle and poured the potion into Crow Anu's mouth.

Soon, Anu drank all the potion, and then the whole crow fell straight on the table like a drunken man.

Renekton frowned slightly. The crow's reaction was different every time he drank the potion.

The faint purple in his eyes flashed away, and the changes in Anu's body were clearly visible in Renekton's eyes.

"The potion is transforming its spiritual body." Renekton's gaze continued to extend, and he seemed to see some mystical connection between the crow and the underworld.

"Is it a prerequisite for the gatekeeper's ability?"

With a relaxed whisper, Renekton took a few steps back and sat on a chair to the side, waiting for Anu the crow's promotion to end.

Touched by his inspiration, Renekton raised his hand with some doubts and caught a piece of light yellow paper that fell from the spirit world:

I found the recipe for the psychic potion you asked for, and I'll give it to you for free this time as a reward for the information you told me about the original moon.

Remember to write to me about the changes in your crow after its promotion and what it saw when it was promoted.