As the "Mysterious Attendant" potion entered his body, Klein immediately felt a sensation of swelling.
In the blink of an eye, he lost all connection to his physical form, to the "
In this moment, Klein's consciousness was all that barely remained, maintaining a sense of self.
"He" simply drifted within the Spirit World, which teemed with countless bizarre figures, and after losing all connection to his body and Beyonder characteristic, further endured the bombardment of all manner of thoughts, information, knowledge, symbols, and signs, hovering on the verge of completely losing himself and merging as one with the Spirit World.
If this continued, Klein would certainly become completely lost, but at this moment, a certain region of the Spirit World formed a connection with his consciousness.
It corresponded to a town, where the people lived ordinary lives. They had their own names, their own stories, and their own destinies, interwoven with and entangled around one another, forming complete Spirit World information—in abstract terms, concepts.
This town had ultimately been destroyed in a catastrophic disaster, buried beneath the dust of history.
Klein's body, dispersed like mist and nearly merged with the Spirit World, was guided by fate to fuse with the Spirit World projections of
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Bayam, beneath the Cathedral of Waves, in a room that was no longer sealed shut.
Alger extended both hands and pressed against the door before him.
The door's surface was azure blue, adorned with one mysterious, grotesque relief carving after another.
It had already swung half open, revealing a deep, impenetrable darkness within, its brightness extinguished, connecting to some unknown world.
That darkness seemed to possess a life of its own, now flowing outward as quietly as still water, eroding the surrounding area.
Bang!
Alger drove force into both feet, cracking the ground open and causing red-white magma to erupt forth.
This was a "catastrophe" he had created, intended to cut off the advance of that darkness.
However, the violently surging magma, upon entering the darkness, vanished without a trace, producing not the slightest disturbance.
The darkness retracted slightly in response, paused for a second, then continued its encroachment.
Rumble!
Alger consecutively unleashed hurricanes, torrential rain, and thunderous disasters, driving the darkness back again and again.
Meanwhile, his hands kept that "
If he were only facing this Grade "1" sealed artefact, Alger would have had no trouble at all—he might even have had the spare capacity to attempt sealing it. But at this very moment, two other equally dangerous items surrounded him.
This forced him to resort to singing at the top of his lungs, using a melody of death to influence his surroundings and disrupt the operation of the other sealed artefacts, while raising wall after wall of azure seawater around himself.
The walls were gradually turning ashen, as if transforming into stone.
This trend could not be stopped, spreading steadily toward Alger's body.
He could hold on for at most thirty more seconds. The
Without any hesitation, he immediately caused a hexagonal patch of crystalline snow to emerge on his palm.
This was the mark left behind after his first attendance at the
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Blue Mountain Island, within that primordial forest.
At the Gate of Flesh, layer upon layer of collapsing, condensing balls of light seeking qualitative transformation appeared to form a figure constructed from overlapping gates. This figure wore a robe of bloody tides, its form constantly twisting and shifting, reflecting different planets and different regions.
At that very moment, a blinding ray of sunlight pierced through the darkness, descending from the Astral World and melting everything it touched along the way.
Beyond this sunlight, the impenetrable darkness surged in, attempting to devour Mister Door—
The land where the altar stood shook violently, splitting open enormous chasms, threatening to send the Gate of Flesh and Bethel Abraham plummeting into the depths of the earth, to face the
Immediately after, a hazy, faint luminescence seeped from the void, enveloping this stretch of forest, attempting to reduce the trees, soil, and altar back to their most fundamental particulate structures.
And through the only crevice revealed in this faint light, a pair of brass-colored eyes appeared.
They gazed upon the Gate of Flesh and Bethel Abraham, intending to etch their appearances into their own pupils.
Mister Door let out a low growl, causing the blood-red robe draped over him to billow upward.
This robe was connected to the sinister tides surging behind the Gate of Flesh, spreading crimson moonlight outward in every direction.
The moment it touched this moonlight, the impenetrable darkness began gathering of its own accord, extending limbs and a head, transforming into a shadowy female humanoid.
It had gained its own life, its own consciousness, no longer subject to the will of its user.