The Ultimate Gate's Waiting

Zhao Xu walked alone through the streets of Yanan, his expression carrying a trace of indifference and bewilderment.

After parting ways with Antinoa atop the tower, he had followed her instructions for his next course of action.

At this moment, his thoughts were exceptionally clear.

Back in that dream, Antinoa had mentioned Yog-Sothoth, one of the three primordial gods.

Its defining trait was the Nameless Mist.

Yet he had never imagined it was the ultimate origin of their Scroll Scholars.

The name of that Outer God from the terrifying world could not be accurately rendered in any syllables. Even what Antinoa had spoken of in the dream had merely been phonetically similar.

In the Arthurian World, there were even more concerns to avoid becoming entangled in too much.

With every step Zhao Xu took, he skillfully controlled his mind, deliberately refusing to recall the relevant "content."

Suddenly, his vision blurred.

The people who had been looking up at the heavens on the crude, primitive streets all turned into hazy silhouettes of light in his eyes, as though darkness had churned them up and swallowed them.

At the same time, a mass radiating rainbow-colored light suddenly erupted in Zhao Xu's mind. It constantly merged and split apart, seeming to possess tentacles while having no fixed form.

For that second, he was utterly stunned.

Because the last time he had seen this scene was during his Wizard awakening ceremony in the Floating City, when he had sat upon the Arcane Throne of Emperor Ernest, ruler of the ancient Magic Empire.

Back then, the same beam of light had appeared in Zhao Xu's mind!

Even all the apprentices participating in the ceremony had seen multicolored glass-like radiance pouring down over Zhao Xu's head from the depths of the void.

Gradually, the rainbow orb