Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After a moment, the prophet's clone nodded slightly and incomprehensibly, then closed his eyes and quickly entered a meditative state, and his own spirituality began to vibrate with a strange rhythm.

Light blue ripples spread out like water waves, and a slowly rotating ring composed of countless gears emerged behind him.

In the center of the ring, there is an illusory book that is constantly turning.

As the ring emerged behind him, the prophet's clone felt that the connection between himself and the original body became clearer. Fortunately, those witches did not throw the original body into the hidden world, otherwise it would be impossible to find it and it would be a little bit difficult to judge. Show the current state of the body.

As his thoughts floated, the prophet's clone recited in a low voice:

"The favored one of knowledge and mysteries, the wise man from the unknown, the eyes that peer into the truth, the scourge of the Rhoside Islands, the great Al Taines!"

With the help of Klein, he passed his prayers to Renekton through the spirit world. Although the petrified body could not actively respond, it would still automatically respond to the prayers.

Because he did not spread his Sequence Three honorable name, Renekton was not worried that someone would use this to target him, or that he would be disturbed by frequent prayers, so he never blocked the automatic responses to prayers.

As the recited name received a response, the prophet's clone almost immediately used this to lock the position of the main body and sensed his current situation:

It was a dark area, like being on a dark, illusory and unreal road. There were many such roads around. They were layered and intertwined, forming a complex and mysterious "spider web".

A blurry gray-white stone statue seemed to be held up by something invisible, constantly moving forward on this dark, illusory and unreal road. In the position of the stone statue's eyes, there was a dim starlight that filled the air strangely, as if it were a living thing.

".The Mirror World."

The prophet clone sighed slightly, and the picture in his mind quickly fell silent. If he observed it for too long, the witches around him might notice something unusual.

In the "spiritual communication" state, both parties can share their senses. The images that appeared in the mind of the prophet's clone just now and the thoughts in his heart were all clearly accepted by Klein.

Klein nodded solemnly and sighed slightly. He didn't understand the world in the mirror.

The fortune teller path doesn't seem to have this ability, but I can enter the mirror world in my spiritual state. However, if I rush directly into the mirror world to save people, I probably can only be equipped by the witch who is waiting for help.

While thinking, his eyes fell on the strange crown he held in his hand. He tried to borrow power from the prophet's clone to raise his strength to the demigod level.

The boundless gray fog around him suddenly surged violently, seeming to be responding to Klein and cheering for the appearance of the master above this gray fog.

Sequence Four is not only a qualitative change in one's own strength, but also the key to gradually controlling this gray fog.

As soon as the thought came to Klein's mind, he heard the words of the prophet's clone:

"When you reach Sequence Four, you should be able to borrow some of Source Castle's abilities more easily, and you will no longer be limited to the special status brought by this gray mist."

Klein nodded slightly and said in a leisurely tone:

"It's time to contact the former dragon of fantasy."

As his words fell, he leveraged the power of the gray mist and poured his spirituality into the gray scales.

On the gray scales, strange lines began to extend outwards, gradually outlining a complete occult symbol.

Just staring at it makes people feel insane, their thoughts distorted, and their spiritual bodies are contaminated with all kinds of thoughts that seem to come from the heart, resulting in strong self-destructive impulses.

Is this really just a scale? It felt like the drop of blood of the mythical creature that Al had analyzed before. While thinking about it, Klein relied on his control of the gray mist to release the restrictions of this space, allowing this scale to smoothly establish a connection with the spiritual world.

As the connection was established, another crimson star emerged above this boundless gray mist. It continued to expand, sending out crimson ripples in circles.

Klein immediately spread his spirituality and touched the newly appeared crimson star.

The crimson light surged out instantly, covering most of the palace, and then quickly shrank, condensing into a somewhat blurry picture.

In the picture, a gray-white giant dragon is perched in a deep and dark sea. He is looking up to the sky, looking at the spiritual sky that covers everything. It is the reflection of the spiritual world at the spiritual level.

".The Fool." A whisper came from His mouth.

Klein turned his head slightly and glanced at the prophet's clone sitting beside him. A voice that sounded like he was talking to himself directly echoed in his mind:

"Let's communicate like this. The demigod power brought by 'spiritual communication' can only last for a while. Once face to face, he can easily detect problems."

Klein nodded solemnly, he still thought so.

After making a decision, Klein directly threw the picture that the prophet's clone had just detected through the connection between the name and the body, as well as his own words, into the crimson star.

"The reward for bringing him back is "Grossell's Travels" and a promise from me."

After doing all this, Klein and the prophet clone looked at each other, and the two relied on "spiritual communication" to communicate silently:

"How can I fulfill my promise? What if He wants me to help Him return to Sequence 0?"

"He will not directly make such a request. This does not mean that there is a greater probability that you will provide certain help when recovering Levished, where some pollution from the Sea of ​​Chaos is sealed."

"Are you sure this is something I can solve?"

"It's not difficult to solve the pollution. Just throw it at the gray mist. The difficult thing is how to take out the pollution. It would be easier if there are diviners or thieves who pass through the angel-level items. I can find some angel-level items. Let me try the Worm of Time on you."

".Amon!" When the Worm of Time was mentioned, the image of Amon automatically appeared in Klein's mind, and a chill surged through his mind. He quickly erased the image of Amon from his mind.

In the deep and dark sea of ​​collective subconscious, Angelweed quietly resides on a spiritual island, his pale golden vertical eyes staring at the sky in a daze.

In his field of vision, there was boundless gray mist surging around him. In the deepest part of the gray mist, there was a vague figure sitting leisurely on a high-backed chair. He was tall and majestic, as if he was looking down at the gods in the world.

Even if he is a Sequence Two clairvoyant, he cannot see the other party through the gray mist.

Is this Source Castle? A completely different feeling from the sea of ​​chaos, even weirder and more elusive

Just as his thoughts started to turn, a deep red light suddenly rose from the surrounding gray fog, surging like a tide, and quickly condensed into a slightly blurry picture.

At the same time, there was a leisurely voice with no obvious emotion echoing:

"The reward for bringing him back is "Grossell's Travels" and a promise from me."

Promise, this Fool hopes that I can get back part of my former power. He did not meet me directly, indicating that his condition may not be very good. There seems to be no trace of the characteristics of the mysterious waiter. Is he activated? Or maybe, Origin Castle has been activated?

After a moment of silence, Angelweed said cheerfully:

"Yes, but the mirror world is not an area I know well. If I want to bring him back from there, I need some help so that I can locate him."

"Okay." As the Fool's response fell, a paragraph of honorable names appeared in his field of vision.

After a while, the thick gray fog around him receded, and his vision quickly returned to clarity. He was still surrounded by the deep and dark sea, and the islands of consciousness standing in the sea.

"The favored one of knowledge and mystery? It's not the Fool or the favored one of Origin Castle."

"Have the activated Sefirot also started to join forces? After my former slave god betrayed him twice, he chose Sephiroth as his ally?"

Angelweed murmured softly, as if talking to himself or mocking something.

Immediately, he waved the two gray wings behind him, causing a wave of waves on the surrounding deep and dark sea, splashing droplets of crystal water, and flowing out layers of light and shadow.

A certain degree of restlessness appears in the subconscious mind gathered around, which is reflected in the living beings, that is, sudden instability of mood, and inexplicable sadness or joy permeating the heart.