Although there was no concept of temperature in the "Hall of Honesty," Klein felt a chill, then a heat; he wanted to defend himself, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
After silently gazing for a few seconds into
He paused, then asked solemnly: "Is this the price you have marked for the gift? Did you already notice this travelogue and secretly set things up when one of the ascetics here spoke your true name?"
Adam, dressed in a simple white robe, did not respond. He walked step by step towards the murals on the left, stopped in front of one, slightly tilted his head, and quietly admired it.
On that mural, a book bound in parchment flew up into the clouds, reached the starry sky, and fell into a huge claw.
After watching for a while, Adam spoke with a gentle voice: "You may go."
Klein suddenly felt repelled by the Hall of Honesty, the "City of Miracles," and the collective subconscious sea of the book world together. He involuntarily floated up and flew out.
In this process, he saw Adam return to the front of the rows of black seats, holding a silver cross pendant, closing his eyes, and devoutly praying to the huge and blurry figure.
Outside the collective subconscious sea, an illusory door silently appeared, standing in the air, leading outward.
The book world also began to repel Klein, "squeezing" him out of the double doors.
Suddenly, Klein returned to the real world, before the
Unlike before, he was no longer locked by the vortex formed by countless transparent worms. The "Grosell's Travels" that was entangled by those almost invisible slippery tentacles shuddered lightly and disappeared into thin air.
Too distressed to care, Klein made a choice almost by instinct in a flash of thought.
He jumped into the Gray Fog from another direction and hid in a broken speck of light, which was the so-called historical gap.
The next second, Klein began to regret, because
Zaratul could actually fight within historical gaps!
This is the suppression of a high-sequence Beyonder of the same Pathway over a lower one.
The one best at dealing with demigods of the "Seer" pathway is always a demigod of the same pathway with a higher Sequence.
Klein did not hesitate. As if during his advancement, he "sprinted" among the specks of light, fleeing deep into the historical fog.
The collapse of the secret mausoleum, the air raid on
He even "saw" the thick shadow getting closer and beginning to cover him.
This was the tide formed by the transparent worms and slippery tentacles!
Klein ran desperately, continuously reciting the honorific name of the "Goddess of the Night" in his mind in the
Of course, if he knew
Only by muddying the waters could he survive.
The coronation of Roselle, the improvement of the steam engine, the War of the Oathbreaking, the War of the White Rose, and the Twenty Years' War flashed past one by one. Klein found that more and more of his body was being "covered" by shadows, his consciousness gradually becoming sluggish, feeling as if his "spirit body threads" were being manipulated.
Just then, from the various specks of light in the Gray Fog, a group of Fugen's hounds ran out.
They were covered with short black fur, with dark red flames burning in their eye sockets, and their mouths extended all the way to the back of their heads.
This group of "Source Castle guardians," which were like monsters, rushed past Klein towards his rear.
Klein's consciousness immediately regained clarity.
Damn! He cursed himself, his eyes slightly reddened, his vision blurring, and he continued his frantic "dash," running from the "Fifth Epoch" to the "Fourth Epoch," from the "Fourth Epoch" to the "Third Epoch."
Behind him, the massive shadow like a tide paused for a few seconds, then, as if nothing had happened, continued to surge towards Klein, flooding the historical gaps he had passed through.
Klein spared no spirituality, desperately "running" in the historical fog using the points of light he had lit, from the "Third Epoch" to the "Second Epoch," running into a solitary fragment of light. Around him were withered and decayed forests and normal-sized graves.
This was the period of history when the Giant King Ormir buried his parents.
And the "tide" formed by Zaratul's true body, seemingly not familiar with these past events, had stayed in some era and could not catch up.
At this point, Klein's spirituality was nearly exhausted. Being in the historical fog, he could only borrow power from the current gap. Obviously, there was no past of his here.