Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In a remote warehouse in the Sebian port of Feneport.

Dots of bright starlight poured out from the world, entrenched and merged in mid-air, and in just a moment, they reunited into human form.

The human figure formed by the convergence of starlight walked a few steps on the ground. As the light flickered, the figure of the prophet's clone reappeared.

"The simulated ability is really not natural enough."

He muttered to himself and walked to a corner aside, where there were still the remaining ritual materials from when he had sacrificed grain above the gray mist.

Taking a deep breath, he began to arrange the ceremony for receiving the gift. After preparing candles, herbal powders, spiritual materials, and symbols representing the "Fool", he took a step back and gently poked His fingers created several flames and lit the candle.

He called an invisible hand and threw essential oils, herbal powders and other things into the candlelight. The candlelight suddenly shot up and was dyed with a layer of green, and the faint fragrance of the herbs instantly filled the surroundings.

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

"Thy faithful servant beseeches thy gaze;"

“I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom;”

Klein's response was quick. In less than three minutes, the gray-white stone statue transformed by Renekton appeared in front of the prophet's clone.

He stared intently at the gray stone statue in front of him, his eyes covered with a layer of light blue. No matter from which angle you look at it, this is an ordinary and extraordinary stone that directly changes the structure of matter fundamentally. , although it is not scientific, it is very mystical.

After sighing a little, he directly adjusted the existing ritual on the ground and changed it to the ritual of the hidden sage, and then recited:

"A sage who has insight into the world, eyes that peer into the truth, and the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers."

As the mantra was recited, a layer of darkness suddenly enveloped the warehouse, and both the sound and the flow of air became static at this moment.

".secret?"

The prophet clone frowned slightly, and his intuition had some premonitions that the hidden sage seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

His inspiration was suddenly touched, and something extremely dangerous, extremely terrifying, and something that could not be seen directly came.

The strong intuition of danger caused him to subconsciously close his eyes tightly and use his spirituality to seal off all his perceptions of the outside world.

Following his movements, illusory light suddenly surged out of the warehouse. This light seemed to be composed of streams of complex and pure information, rushing from an unknown place, directly covering the gray-white stone statue. Renekton.

".Knowledge, civilization and truth"

".Persistence of the radiant truth of the essence and origin"

Renekton, whose consciousness had fallen into darkness, suddenly regained some consciousness. He heard a rustling sound, which made him feel irritable for no reason.

These voices seemed to come from different people and different places. They were praying to something with different accents. These voices were mixed together and seemed a bit noisy. No matter how hard he tried to distinguish them, he could only distinguish them in a blur of words. I heard some fragments.

What's happening here? Have I arrived in the underworld? .I just died so hastily?

As his thoughts turned, he felt that his thoughts became more active, and even the sounds surrounding his ears became clearer.

".The essence of knowledge, the source of mystery, and the glory of civilization."

Although the sound is still somewhat layered, at least the clearer parts can be distinguished.

This is a prayer, a prayer to the wilderness of knowledge. Why did it appear in my ears? Did I go directly back to the wilderness of knowledge after my death? But shouldn’t it still be sealed in the Western Continent?

Following the connection of the prayers, he cast his "sight" over and saw figures undulating on the sea. Are they Nagas? .There are also some handsome figures with dark yellow skin and obvious Southern Continent descent, wearing black classical robes, looking like people dressed as wizards from the Fourth Age.

There was a figure who was extremely pious. He seemed to be a loyal believer who dedicated his body, mind and soul to the great existence. His voice of prayer was also the most obvious. As Renekton turned his eyes, he could see clearly what the other person looked like. Look, I heard the other party’s voice clearly:

Wearing a black robe with strange symbols and patterns, a black pointed hat, and deep and piercing eyes, he was dressed like a wizard from folklore. He seemed to be in a cabin.

Ethan, he turned out to be a devout believer in the wilderness of knowledge. Is this the source of the familiar feeling I felt when I first saw him?

As he took the initiative to listen and establish connections, more and more prayers echoed in his ears. An uncontrollable impulse arose in his heart, and he wanted to cram knowledge into these people's minds.

He felt that his mind was becoming cold and crazy, wanting to tear everything apart and assimilate everything.

This kind of madness that constantly impacts his reason is like the kind he feels when he takes a magic potion and is promoted. It is the most primitive and instinctive madness and desire contained in the potion and himself.

When reason is constantly being eroded and oppressed, those irritating and annoying prayers have become the best thing to relieve stress.

These prayers were like anchors in the deep sea, keeping his reason from being overwhelmed by primitive desires and instinctive madness.

Is this what anchors mean to angels and gods?

As time goes by, he gradually finds a balance point, like a ship trapped in a storm, although it is swaying, it will not directly capsize.

In the depths of his consciousness, which was submerged in darkness, many eyes suddenly appeared. They were cold, indifferent eyes without eyelashes. Each eye seemed to contain a bright galaxy.

"Hidden Sage?"

The eyes around him looked at him without blinking. Only the stars in those eyes were flowing and flashing. Just when he thought the other party would not answer him, a thin, emotionless voice echoed directly. in his mind.

“Find more humanity, create more anchors.”

"If your humanity cannot compete with the madness I have accumulated, divinity will completely replace you. Your remaining time will not be long."

There was a feeling that he was talking to himself. Random sighs came to his mind, and Renekton was stunned for a moment. There were some thoughts in his heart that he didn't want to admit.

After struggling for a moment, he turned to ask other questions:

"You came then? But you left quickly without taking me with you, just for now?"

The indifferent and cold eyes around him stared at Renekton calmly, reflecting the bright stars into his eyes, and at the same time, his answer was directly transmitted to Renekton's mind:

"Steam noticed it, and you cannot be noticed by Him until you have regained all your self."

"Let Angelweed fight for authority in the spiritual realm, which can delay the appearance of "God" and win over a qualified psychiatrist."

"Increase the power around the 'Fool'. The sooner the Lord of Mysteries appears, the better it will be for us."

"The 'All-Knowing One' may have other arrangements, I'm not sure. He is very wise and a reliable collaborator, but not a collaborator that can be completely trusted."

After digesting the information transmitted to his mind by the Hidden Sage, he looked up again. The eyes around him that contained the bright stars had disappeared, and only the tiny stars were left floating and deforming, like tiny stars. The pixel blocks are stacked downwards.

In just a moment, the surroundings turned into a wilderness of blurred pixels. It was very illusory, as if it was in an amorphous state. As long as you have enough imagination, you can outline the things you see into any shape. A kind of enlightenment gradually comes to your mind. :

Knowledge has no image, it is hidden among all things. Every piece of knowledge has its own weight, so it is always the aggregation of all knowledge stacked from bottom to top, the god of answers to the ever-changing universe.