Seeing the gaunt old man before them, Hao Ren and Lily immediately cried out in shock, "You?!"
The other party was none other than the mysterious old man they had encountered after meeting the ancient phantom at the monitoring station!
At the time, the old man had said many inexplicable things. However, just as Hao Ren and the others were about to catch up and demand an explanation, he had vanished into thin air. Never had they expected to encounter him here, under these circumstances!
The old man sitting in the chair showed no surprise at seeing Hao Ren and the others. He slowly rose to his feet. Although he looked as thin as a skeleton and frail beyond measure, his body remained as steady as a rock without the slightest tremor. "I saw your arrival in my dreams. Welcome, travelers from afar."
"Dreams?" Hao Ren repeated the word. "What we saw earlier was..."
The old man nodded slightly. "This is the world of nightmares. There has long been no boundary between dreams and reality, so there's no need to investigate it too closely."
"You're the Pope?" Kalasios finally could not hold back any longer. "The Pope I know is His Holiness August VII. I've never seen you before! Who exactly are you?"
"You have seen me. You have seen every one of me." Faced with Kalasios's questioning, the old man who called himself the Pope merely smiled faintly. His words were as mysterious and obscure as ever. As he spoke, his appearance began to change constantly, turning into one old man or middle-aged man after another, each with a different face. His voice also gradually changed, becoming a composite sound, as if countless people were speaking together. "I am Charles I. I am also Harold III. I am August