"The road has begun to twist...," Liu Xiaoxiao carefully pondered those words.
"Not long after that, an organization using the Kabbalah Tree of Life and Tarot cards as codenames took shape. For convenience, we simply call it Kabbalah," Qi Hongxuan continued. "This organization became the leadership core of the Masquerade Ball, gathering transmigrators from all directions. In the early days, members changed frequently, but now, even with the Seventh Seat, Eighth Seat, and Tenth Seat vacant, Zu Yuan has shown no intention of filling them."
Liu Xiaoxiao and the other two remained silent, signaling for him to continue.
"I have always searched for a way to bring Zu Yuan back onto the right path, but in the end, I found nothing. Only today did I truly realize that everything is already too late." Qi Hongxuan sighed. "He cannot come back. He is no longer the person he used to be."
"I have a question." Liu Xiaoxiao narrowed his eyes. "That temple—the Temple of Eternity and Creation—when exactly did it fall into his hands, and how?"
When he had once used Spiritual Sense detection across the entire planet, he had vaguely sensed the temple's existence. Later, after carefully confirming it, he had finally determined that it was the temple once used for the inheritance of the God of Time—or rather, Time and Space.
Qi Hongxuan shook his head. "I do not know when it began, but at least thirty years ago, he had already gained preliminary control over that temple and acquired the ability to freely summon everyone."
"The so-called Kabbalah core member meetings?" He Qiang narrowed his eyes.
"But three Kabbalah core member seats have been vacant for over a year..." Liu Xiaoxiao mused. "In other words, he is finally preparing to establish that long-planned force, 'Golden Dawn'?"
"Golden Dawn...