The shimmering Red Light warmed Klein's heart, giving him a sense that he wasn't so alone and that someone still cared about him.
As the illusory, overlapping prayers grew clearer, more real, and more noisy and chaotic, Klein realized that " Sefirah Castle " was calling to him, and the resonance between the two was constantly increasing.
After all the Tarot Club members finished their prayers, Klein vaguely felt that he could enter the " Sefirah Castle " at any moment, and his consciousness would manifest there, but there was always an obstacle that he could not overcome.
This problem was finally solved after he had completely digested the " Scholar of Yore " Potion.
It was precisely because of this that he was able to seize the opportunity and return to the " Sefirah Castle " before Amon could break through the obstruction of " God of Honor " Badheil.
"Within just two days, all the members of the Tarot Club actually prayed once. Normally, it shouldn't be such a coincidence... Some were fine, while others were probably influenced by goddesses or Will... I'm lucky enough, so naturally I'll have good 'developments'..." Klein realized the inconsistencies after careful consideration, but these were all explainable and didn't need to be taken too seriously.
Klein shifted his posture slightly, and his gaze gradually deepened.
Although he felt he might never be able to return "home" after seeing the Door of Light and the "cocoon," once he was certain of it and discovered that this world was his home, he still felt a sense of utter devastation, as if the dawn had been swallowed by darkness.
"Perhaps the name ' The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era ' was a revelation given by Spirituality intuition... Deep in my heart, I may have had a slight sense of it... Right, I remember 'traveling' while I was sleeping. Why was I wearing a t-shirt and casual pants when I was suspended inside the 'cocoon'?" Klein frowned slightly and turned his gaze to the gray-white mist below the " Sefirah Castle ".
While searching for the reasons from the fragments of light hidden in the Fog of History, he tried hard to recall every detail of that night.
Finally, Klein found the corresponding historical fragment:
Wearing a t-shirt and casual pants, Zhou Mingrui set up a " Luck Enhancement Ritual " before dinner, walking four steps backward and chanting incantations such as " Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings ".
In Klein's memory, nothing happened at the time, but the scene in the historical footage is not like that!
After Zhou Mingrui completed the four steps and the ceremony, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyes became vacant.
Next, he ate, read, watched TV shows, and played on his phone with slightly dazed movements, as if completing a pre-arranged routine.
Finally, Zhou Mingrui went to the sink, looked at his lifeless reflection in the mirror, brushed his teeth and washed his face blankly, and went to bed.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't change out of the t-shirt and casual pants he was wearing when he went out; he just covered himself with the blanket and closed his eyes.
Not long after, the intense light and violent shaking ended the corresponding historical segment.
Klein couldn't help but raise his hand, rub his temples, and chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"It turns out that nothing changed after the Luck Enhancement Ritual; everything seemed normal. That was just my perception. In reality, I had already undergone a transformation..."
In the past, Klein would have been horrified and terrified by the truth of this matter, but he had suffered far too many shocks over the years. Just now, his worldview almost collapsed, and this "trivial matter" could no longer cause him too much of a ripple.
However, after discovering this, and considering that the Emperor's "time travel" was due to purchasing a mysterious silver token, and that the spirit suspended inside a transparent "cocoon" above the Door of Light was even carrying a cell phone, Klein quickly made some guesses about the situation back then:
"It must be the master of the ' Sefirah Castle ' influencing reality, conveying things like the ' Luck Enhancement Ritual,' the mysterious silver plaque, and the mutated mobile phone. Anyone who obtains them and performs the corresponding actions will, at some point, be pulled above the Gray Fog and suspended at that Door of Light..."
"It was a random selection, not targeting any specific object, and I don't know if I was lucky or unlucky."
"However, why is it named ' Qin and Han Secret Summary of Mystical Arts '? Was it just something made up by people who were influenced, or was it truly passed down from the Qin and Han dynasties?"
"It's not impossible. If the prophecy of the stars returning to their proper places is true, and corresponds to the Original Creator, then He has been slumbering at the Earth's core since time immemorial, and the legend of the ' Sefirah Castle ' is that it evolved from certain parts of His body... This is not a refuge or a life support pod..."
"Isn't it a bit contradictory that the person who the Original awaited awakening and the destruction of the world was simultaneously and persistently making small-scale influencing of reality and carrying out rituals and other arrangements?"
"That prophecy must have been made by humans influenced by Him..."
Klein reached out his right hand and tapped lightly on the edge of the weathered table, caught in a problem he couldn't solve for the time being.
Soon, he remembered a phrase and some things.
The sentence is:
"Everything that is separated will come together, and everything that is together will separate."
Those things are:
The Ancient The Sun God, the father of Amon and Adam, deliberately separated out his negative personality.
Beyonder live near the earth or encounter certain forms of pollution will gradually develop a completely new self within their bodies;
After going to the Moon, Emperor Roselle's personality unconsciously underwent a certain degree of deviation;
The twenty-two Beyonder Pathway are mostly contradictory, like the " Witch " and the " Hunter."
"Perhaps the Original Creator was a collection of contradictions, which could only be alleviated through slumber..." Klein had some guesses, but had no way to confirm them.
He couldn't even be sure if the Original to awaken when the stars returned to their places, as prophesied in his "past life," was the Creator who split into all things in the myths and legends of his current era.
This requires more clues and more evidence to confirm; it cannot be based solely on speculation and imagination.
"I'm not a ' Visionary '," Klein muttered to himself, turning his gaze upwards to the almost gray void, dotted with grayish-white clouds. "There are still so many things to confirm. For example, is that so-called ' Chernobyl ' a shelter created by humans before and after the ' The Original ' awakening? Are the characteristics of the twenty-two Beyonder Pathway truly all derived from that ' The Original '? Are the positions of the stars now normal or abnormal? Did the Apocalypse 1368 mean the stars were returning to their correct positions? What is the origin of the first ' Blasphemy Slate '? What exactly is on the Moon...?"
Thinking of this, Klein's tapping fingers suddenly paused, and he whispered:
"For example, does the legendary Western Continent, the homeland of the Elf, still exist? Why can't anyone go there...?"
Klein was met with a long silence as he slowly leaned back and rested his arms on the armrests.
Several minutes passed, and Klein closed his eyes, having formed an idea, or rather, a decision:
After his successful resurrection, he plans to stay in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for a while to seek answers to some of his questions.
As Emperor Roselle once said, the answers to many questions lie in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, where the Blasphemer Amon has wandered for over a thousand years, searching for history beyond the First Age.
Moreover, if we keep going east from the Forsaken Land of the Gods, we might reach the legendary Western Continent... Klein turned his gaze to the outside of the ancient palace, looking into the endless distance.
For him, staying in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for a while was also a strategy; at least it would attract Amon's attention, so that He wouldn't need to mobilize His external avatars to search for Gehrman Sparrow in Loen and Backlund, which would pose a great danger to those Klein knew and was familiar with.
"Fortunately, those Amon clones who realized my soft heart have been eliminated, and the corresponding intelligence was not transmitted due to their Concealment existence... If it weren't for this, Amon might have directly threatened me with the lives of Benson, Melissa, Leonard, and ' Justice,' and the consequences would have been unimaginable... Heh, the King of Yellow and Black, who controls good fortune, is finally showing some results... Sigh, even if I wanted to leave the Forsaken Land of the Gods, I can't now. I have to force my way into the place where the Dark Angel slumber..." Klein shook his head and smiled, feeling that even if he could be resurrected, he would still face many dangers.
An " Scholar of Yore " being pursued by an Angel King —it's impossible for him to hold out for long!
Most importantly, the " Evernight Goddess " is still digesting the " Uniqueness " of the " Death " pathway, and her power to infiltrate the Forsaken Land of the Gods is limited. Once the " Angel of Time " Amon, who holds the " Error " authority, has the right precautions, it will be almost impossible for her to do what she has done today.
"On the one hand, we must seek other possible assistance. Once I am successfully resurrected, I will try to use the Marionette to chant the names of the ' Lord of Storms,' the ' Eternal Blazing Sun,' and the ' God of Knowledge and Wisdom,' to see if they can send some power to the Forsaken Land of the Gods. They devoured the Ancient The Sun God back then, so they certainly won't want Amon to get the ' Sefirah Castle '..."
"On the other hand, now that the ' Scholar of Yore ' Potion has been completely digested, we need to consider becoming a ' Miracle Invoker.' Once we have Angel rank and become a complete Mythical Creature, our situation will be much better. At least when facing Amon's true form, we won't be unable to withstand even a wave of delirium..." Klein decided that once his spiritual state recovered, he would use a medium to spy on the terrifying worm in the Nation of Evernight on the main peak of the Hornacis Mountain Range, and obtain the knowledge corresponding to a " Miracle Invoker."
That's most likely half of the " The Fool " from the Antigonus Family!
Having considered his future plans, Klein looked around and simultaneously responded to the crimson stars:
The Tarot Club proceed as scheduled today.
He wanted to see if the " The Hermit " and the " The Hanged Man " could provide Spirit Intuition for him to be resurrected far from Amon.
Of course, a clever excuse was necessary, and Klein had already come up with one.
After responding, the Gray Fog returned to complete silence. Klein sat in the " The Fool's " chair, with nowhere to go for the time being.
After a moment of silence, he leaned slightly forward, propped his head up with his right hand, and looked straight ahead.
On that mottled long table, a variety of delicious-looking dishes and exquisite candles appeared, while the high-backed chairs around it became even more contemporary.
One by one, figures materialized. Some were middle-aged or elderly men with loud voices and graying hair; some were women with Asian features, short hair reaching their ears, and nearing fifty years old; some were young people enjoying food while playing on their phones; and some were young girls laughing and chatting non-stop...
Following them, new figures emerged one after another: Dunn, with his high hairline and deep gray eyes; Daly, with blue eyeshadow and blush...
With smiles on their faces, they chatted happily around a long table, its candlelight flickering, amidst the greyish-white mist, occasionally offering their opinions on the food.
Klein maintained his previous expression and posture, resting his chin on his hand, silently watching the scene unfold, remaining motionless for a long time.