That building floated deep within the grayish-white mist, so immense it exceeded the limits of human vision.
Yet it felt inexplicably familiar to him.
This was clearly his first time seeing the full extent of this fortress, wasn't it?
"Why?"
Klein found it somewhat unbelievable.
Because his level had been too low, he had never seen the castle in its entirety whenever he came here.
According to the Nighthawks' internal records, the Spirit World was a realm governed by cognition and the mind.
Everything here was influenced by the observer's perception.
If that was the case, then this thing's connection to him was even closer than he had previously thought.
After learning the truth of this world, that was hardly good news—
Just then, Edwin raised his foot again and lightly stepped down into the void.
The golden Eight Trigrams formation beneath his feet instantly collapsed, and the ancient Chinese characters representing directions shattered into golden dust that filled the air.
Immediately afterward, new patterns were traced through the void.
Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si—
Twelve ancient Chinese characters connected end to end, forming a massive golden wheel.
Then, characters such as Jia, Yi, Bing, and Ding appeared around its outer edge—
"The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches?!"
Klein froze for a moment, then immediately understood.
If the Eight Trigrams represented a system of spatial directions—
Then the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches represented time—
The moment the words left his mouth, the wheel of Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches began spinning madly counterclockwise.
Golden light shot into the sky, directly enveloping that majestic grayish-white temple.
Illusory light and shadow overlapped and projected through the mist.
Klein took a step back.
A man appeared within the light and shadows.
He wore the most magnificent court attire of the Intis