The clone Klein created was based on his current state, not Dawn Dantès, Sherlock Moriarty, or Merlin Hermes, to avoid any cognitive obstacles.
After experiencing the anomaly brought about by Adam, he became more cautious about such matters.
Klein glanced at the clone, then with a thought, made its face go blank.
The clone immediately reached out its right hand, mobilized the power of the " Sefirah Castle," and grabbed at the main body.
After failing more than ten times, it finally managed to extract a tiny bit of dim light from the main body.
Finally... Klein sighed inwardly, abandoning the idea of extending this approach to actual combat.
Even with his complete lack of resistance and complete relaxation of mind and body, and his clone relying on the " Sefirah Castle's" status and power, it still took him so much time and so many failures to finally succeed. His practical value in combat is self-evident.
As more and more Beyonder Characteristic left his body, Klein felt a great sense of relief, as if he had finally shed a heavy burden after carrying it for a long time.
Of course, his mental state also fluctuated to some extent, because after losing the pull of Zaratul's remaining spirit, the will of the " Celestial Worthy " to revive more strongly eroded his mind.
This was within Klein's expectations, so he didn't panic at all. With his already stable self-awareness, relatively tenacious will, and a sufficient number of anchors, he gradually resisted the corruption from the " Celestial Worthy Venerable's" will and found a new balance.
At the same time, after the Beyonder Characteristic of the " Attendant of Mysteries " that Klein had not yet digested were basically entered into the clone, its blank face without features suddenly Distortion, and two dark, lightless eyes and a faint white beard grew out.
At this moment, it was incredibly close to Zaratul.
However, it could not withstand the madness brought about by the Beyonder Characteristic of this " Attendant of Mysteries," and its body rapidly deteriorated, crawling out one after another transparent Distortion worm, extending one after another slippery and sinister tentacle.
It went out of control on the spot.
Klein didn't let it go; without hesitation, he moved a finger, turning the clone into his own Marionette.
The out-of-control process was thus interrupted.
At this point, he had made all the preparations. His body was in a state where he had digested the Potion and could accommodate the Uniqueness " The Fool," and he was accompanied by a Sequence 1 Marionette.
Klein then leaned back in his chair and mentally reviewed what he needed to do next, checking for any fatal oversights.
"Regarding the battle of the gods, all I can do now is to do my best from now on... Hmm, was I too optimistic about the previous process? With the goddess's help and the ' River of Eternal Darkness ' as an aid, there's no need to worry about what kind of accident our ancestor from the Antigonus Family might cause?" After some reflection, Klein realized that he was still not cautious enough and had been a little Pride and careless.
After thinking for a moment, he created another clone, whose face was still blank.
After completing this task, Klein stood up, took the " Creeping Hunger " from the Fog of History, and put it on his left hand.
This is preparation for possible small-scale battles, in which " Blink " is faster and more convenient than " Grafting ".
Klein straightened his collar, slowly looked around, and then his gaze fell on the strange, bluish-black Door of Light, and on the humans suspended there, wrapped in transparent "cocoons".
As he scanned the array, his gaze settled on the three broken, transparent "cocoons."
The next second, Klein's figure disappeared and appeared in the gray Fog of History, walking step by step to the pre-First Era, into the layered City of the Great Old One.
He stood atop a dilapidated building that barely stood, looking down at the piles of housing ruins, public transportation vehicles reduced to discs, and cars stacked one on top of another.
In the silence, his gaze swept over the remaining houses, seemingly piercing through the barriers of history to see one electric light after another lit up inside them.
The soft glow of these lights spread out, illuminating the glass, the buildings, the streets, and the ruins of a corner of the City of the Great Old One.
After gazing at it for a long time, Klein looked away, took a step, and returned to the real world.
Immediately afterwards, he Teleportation directly to the summit of the Hornacis Mountain Range, where he "saw" the ancient palace shrouded in mist, dilapidated, and overgrown with weeds.
His Marionette and clone immediately appeared to his side, like two guards.
Facing the ancient palace, Klein adjusted his top hat, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.
The summit of the Hornacis Mountain Range suddenly darkened, and illusory stars began to appear around it.
Klein " Grafting " this place together with the Astral World.
Without further hesitation, he led the Marionette and his clone to the main gate of the ancient palace.
The Marionette that looked remarkably similar to him took the initiative, bent down, stretched out its hands, and slowly pushed open the heavy stone door.
With a series of scratching and scraping sounds, the door slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.
Unlike when Klein delivered the " Trunsoest Brass Book " last time, this place was pitch black, making it impossible to see the numerous corpses hanging in the hall or the swarm of transparent worms clinging to the giant stone chair.
Without needing to guess, Klein used his "diviner's" Seer, which was at the level of Angel King, to determine that this was a change brought about by the " Evernight Goddess " using the waters of the " River of Eternal Darkness " to put the ancestor of the Antigonus Family into an Eternal Sleep.
After the Marionette and his clone entered, he slowly walked through the gate and stepped into the palace.
The darkness then swayed and changed.
Buildings appeared all around, figures walked along the streets, and voices rang out, suddenly bringing the entire environment to life with a touch of hustle and bustle.
Ignoring Klein and his Marionette and clones, people went off to different places, talking about various things.
They and the buildings were all in muted, almost black-and-white colors, like an old photograph from the depths of history that had suddenly come to life.
This reminded Klein of holographic black-and-white projections, scenes within the Historical Void, and real dreams.
He strolled through the town, walking along the streets that gradually went uphill.
The higher you go, the more magnificent the building becomes, with enormous stone pillars supporting an exaggerated dome.
The people living in this "black and white old photograph" are generally tall, and they seem to be studying, working, and resting normally.
The scenes here change continuously, showcasing the birth of a baby, the growth of a child, the confusion of adolescence, the troubles of adulthood, the pressures of middle age, and the sorrow of Aging.
Of course, these are all interspersed, but at times one of them will be the main theme.
As Klein ventured deeper, he began to see some of the town's inhabitants passing away.
Their relatives did not grieve much; they carried the deceased home, placed them on the bed, and put them beside their pillows, as if the corpses were still alive.
As Klein was about to leave the town, the dead got out of bed, left their loved ones, left their homes, and walked step by step along the street to the highest point.
There is also a city there, which seems to be the City of the Dead, the final destination of all life, the land of Eternal Sleep.
This is very close to where normal people live; the latter are distributed in this area from the mountainside to the summit, while the former is at the summit.
Others might be surprised by this situation, but Klein immediately understood where he was and what this scene meant.
Because he directly saw the " Spirit Body Threads " on the bodies of the dead.
In the instant they were about to die, the " Spirit Body Threads " drifted towards the summit and were controlled by an unknown entity.
In other words, they became Marionette.
Therefore, the deceased were able to leave their homes and head to the summit some time after they died.
This perfectly matches the details in the "Study of the Ancient Ruins at Main Peak of Hornacis " that Klein had read before:
The Nation of Evernight belongs to the " Mother of the Sky " through the " Evernight " path, but at the summit, there is a Marionette town used by the ancestors of the Antigonus Family.
Thus, the inhabitants of the Nation of Evernight both revered and feared the Evernight, worshipping the " Mother of the Sky." At the same time, they believed that death was not the end, and that their deceased loved ones would protect them in the Evernight.
Indeed, death is not the end. The " City of the Dead " is right next to them, on the mountaintop, within walking distance, and the dead will continue their lives there in the form of Marionette.
To ordinary people, this is undoubtedly equivalent to still being alive.
The land of the living and the City of the Dead were thus connected at opposite ends of a short road. The distance between life and death was so close, as close as neighbors.
This explains why there are no tombs in the Nation of Evernight, because the dead don't need to be buried; they become Marionette and go to the summit.
This must be the Nation of Evernight from back then... Klein nodded slightly and climbed step by step to the summit in the dim environment.
What came into his view was indeed a seemingly normal town, but everyone here was Marionette.
Passing through the various costumed and uniquely shaped Marionette, Klein entered the magnificent palace ahead, which resembled a place dedicated to deities.
Deep within the palace, on that enormous stone chair, a figure rested his elbows on the armrests, his head leaning against the back of the chair.
His face was quite young, but his long hair was already half white, half hidden and half obvious; He was male in appearance, and his eyes were darker than Zaratul's, containing an indescribable sense of vicissitude; His features were quite good, but tufts of coarse black hair like wolf hair grew on his cheeks, giving people a contradictory feeling of being both old and young, both rational and crazy.
This is the ancestor of the Antigonus Family. This time, He did not appear in the Mythical Creature Form, but sat on the giant stone chair in His original form.
At this moment, His eyes were tightly closed, as if He were asleep, while inside the hall, hanging were corpses, some dressed simply and others ornately.
They resembled an inverted forest, swaying gently in the wind.
"After entering a state of Eternal Sleep, this ancestor of the Antigonus Family finally briefly escaped his loss of control and madness, returning to his former self?" Klein stood in the center of the hall, gazing at his destination, and sighed.
The Nation of Evernight and the City of the Dead that he had just seen, all the scenes he had witnessed, were Antigonus's dream.
A dream long forgotten for over a thousand years.
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