chsdbacks Chapter 317 The Door to the Past
Chapter 317 The Door to the Past
Chapter 317 The Door to the Past
The hermit regained some clarity and faced this less-than-ideal world once again.
His mere change of mood seemed to affect the spirit world. This little emotion of being awakened made a large number of spirit beings feel uneasy and irritable, as if a stone was stuck in their chests.
"We don't even need to go into the gray fog space to connect directly to the source castle."
The hermit understood that by using the characteristics of the Time Worm as a foundation, constructing a weakened symbol of the Lord of the Spirit Realm with his mysterious body, disguising himself as a member of the Three Ghost Families, and combining his identity and destiny as the one who deployed the Source Castle, he no longer needed to go above the Gray Fog to possess certain qualities.
Just like... during his demigod days he dared to contact dark angels and evil spirits, and during his time as the King of Angels he dared to contact Mr. Fool of the Eternal Dark Branch.
This is a special quality, a unique quality, a secret of heaven!
As the hermit regained his senses, his consciousness seemed to come into contact with other information, which seemed to come from the past?
The hermit was surprised, but this was only the beginning. What appeared before him first was a hazy wilderness shrouded in gray-white mist. Even though the power left by the Celestial Venerable to seal off the Western Continent was still very strong, the hermit's current situation was almost like that of the phoenix of the Second Era.
The hermit's fate is intertwined with that of the Source Castle, and the blockade of the Western Continent has already created a loophole that can be exploited.
"It's nothing but a wilderness of knowledge."
The hermit's expression returned to indifference, an endless mystery swirling within him. He wanted to seal off their connection, the connection and attraction with the Wilderness of Knowledge. Apart from strengthening the divinity within him and accelerating the resurgence of the consciousness belonging to the Demon of Knowledge, there was no benefit whatsoever. If the improvement in combat power could not bring about a qualitative change, then it was meaningless.
As for the wilderness of knowledge?
Why rush? It's as easy as taking something out of a bag.
The thought was clear, but the actions were different.
The hermit instinctively adopted the most profitable approach, taking advantage of the subtle resonance that first connected with the wilderness of knowledge, and using the uniqueness of the hermit and the uniqueness of the perfect one as the core, he performed a divination through the spirit world, and beams of light lit up like coordinates.
This is the last Knowledge Emperor trait thrown out by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, along with the last two lost and unknown Perfectionist Sequence 1 traits.
"Return!"
As soon as the hermit uttered his words, three faintly resonant streams of light traversed space and returned on their own.
Even if some of these three characteristics are in the hands of some angels, can they defend against the invisible hand?
And...do you dare to stop me?
This power surpasses that of a normal sequence 0.
The Black Emperor in Solomon's palace looked towards the spirit world, unable to even determine the Hermit's actual location. The flowing knowledge seemed to be the Hermit, yet none of them seemed to be the Hermit. The essence of the erroneous path of clones, the exchange of self in the Fool's path of puppets, and the omnipresence of the Gate path—the Hermit perfectly blended these abilities together.
The hermit is like a concept, difficult to erase.
Where the power descends, the form condenses. If one does not approach it from the perspective of destiny or use special means, even if one kills the hermit, it is merely killing a projection of power at the level of a god, and it is difficult to harm the hermit's essence.
The two emperors ruled together, which had already disrupted the balance of power.
The order that the Black Emperor hoped to establish in the spirit world has lost its practical meaning. Without sufficient military force to guarantee it, the so-called order is just empty talk. The Hermit has demonstrated his omnipotence many times; He can survive without anyone.
As for weaknesses? Neither the Hermit has ever cared about the lineage remaining in the Soren family, nor the Roland lineage of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess. Would the Supreme Being care about the life or death of some bloodline?
The Black Emperor sensed a sense of urgency and danger. He opened his palm, revealing a crystal pillar formed by the convergence of light and shadow. Numerous "Time Worms" with twelve segments swam and roamed rapidly within it, and everything around seemed to freeze.
The spirit world.
The hermit maintained a state of "harmony with the Dao." He put away the three Sequence 1 characteristics and did not absorb any of them. Even if he had consumed them all, it would have been of little significance. Instead, they would have only strengthened the restoration of his own divinity, which would have been an unnecessary burden for him.
He concealed his existence, leaving no trace even in the omniscient White Tower, and with the help of the gray mist, severed his connection with the Wilderness of Knowledge, lest this source substance follow the influence of instinct.
It took him more than two hundred years to get to where he is today, starting from Sequence 5.
A true god with two paths for over two hundred years... a true god for three years, and a fool from five years ago would probably laugh himself to death.
As the hermit smiled faintly, the opportunity he had captured before the spiritual contact seemed to come from information from the past.
This connection, even more so than the connection to the wilderness of knowledge, is of greater importance to hermits.
They were relieved to learn that the hermit had sealed off a spiritual space, preventing outside information from entering but not leaving, and keeping it from entering the River of Destiny or becoming part of the mainstream historical fog.
Logically speaking... as a time traveler, He shouldn't have a past in this world.
Just before the spirit was about to come into contact with that information, the hermit had a sudden inspiration. A wisp of gray-white mist swirled around it. He closed his eyes, his figure almost disappearing. In the mysterious flow, he focused on dream divination, tracing back to the source. The world seemed to explode, and he saw a door of light tinged with a bluish-black.
Time... lengthened...
Just as Klein above the gray fog was able to divine the ancient sun god before his death and have a very small interaction with him.
Similarly, in the vast spirit world where there is no normal sense of time, the hermit, through his power of divination and with the help of the Source Castle, divined the ancient past.
Blood, chaos, curses.
The sky seemed to be torn apart, all living beings were crying out in sorrow, and the earth was full of cracks.
This marks the end of an era.
A massive barrier enveloped the western continent, and even the ocean was shrouded in a persistent fog.
The sun went out, darkness descended, and few living things could witness the afterglow of that devastating era.
The world is scarred, and the battle between the two pillars nearly wiped out the planet. Deathly silence seems to be the main theme of this world.
Countless years have passed, and the world after the war of the gods has gradually recovered. The various extraordinary races that were originally suppressed by the two pillars have lost their shackles. Influenced by their frenzy and instinct to unite, they fight against the Chaos's kin and attack each other, staining the earth and seas with blood.
This is an age of slaughter, the final stage of the First Age.
The hermit dreamt of this era. He should have seen things related to himself, but after seeing the dark blue-green gate, he saw instead a dazzling starlight. The starlight gradually dimmed, and inside it seemed to contain layers upon layers of illusory gates.
The hermit was taken aback, but before he could react, the dazzling starlight seemed to sense something and an invisible connection was established. A location was forcibly established across the vast expanse of time and space. This should not have happened, but the space symbolized by the starlight and the time symbolized by the Time Worm within the hermit's body created a miracle.