Picking up the telescope and putting on the mosaic glasses at the same time, Tang held the astrolabe in one hand and the telescope in the other.
After pondering for a moment, he and the System entered Euclid's space together again.
Tang planned to observe the old grandfather not far away first. Limited by his own spirituality, if he wanted to see the scene in Backlund and inscribe his father's fate, he would have to go to Backlund himself.
So, Tang decided to experiment with people nearby first.
Observing the Sequence One Time Worm, and inscribing the other party's fate on the astrolabe, the dual interference of the theater and the System was not foolproof.
The essence of Euclid's space was an advanced version of the telescope. Observing here and then inscribing the stars into the astrolabe was equally effective, and this space should also possess the authority of 'concealment'.
This could be seen from the fact that observing Amon and Pallez hadn't attracted their attention.
"After all, it's a Sequence One Time Worm. If it discovers the traces of fate being disturbed when I inscribe it into the astrolabe in the real world, I might be exposed."
Hmm, this was caution, not cowardice.
Through the power of Euclid's space, Tang saw a house in a small town not far away.
The night was the best disguise. The town under the crimson moon was very quiet. The masses, without much entertainment, had gone to bed early to prepare for the next day's labor.
In the dead of night, it was a pretty good time to do bad things.
And so was the baby-faced knight parasitized by a Time Worm. Tang looked at the middle-aged man beside the other party, his fingers slightly moving, wanting to inscribe the other party into the astrolabe.
As Tang's spirituality was poured into the astrolabe, something else seemed to gather towards him from all around.
Different from tangible objects, this thing was more like a concept, the information carried by space itself.
Tang vaguely sensed something. He had the System slightly loosen the restrictions on divinity, and he took out the mosaic glasses again to allow his spirit body to accommodate it, before looking around again.
Divinity acted as a filter in Euclid's space, ensuring that Tang wouldn't be directly overwhelmed by the constant, endless amount of information around him, leading to mental breakdown and death from loss of control.
But this restriction of divinity made it difficult for Tang's own Sequence to receive a large amount of information at once, and also blocked his 'vision'.
When constantly exploring the rules of Euclid's space itself, this restriction naturally had both advantages and disadvantages.
And after removing the restriction of divinity, with his own high Sequence, Tang saw for the first time the essential power of Euclid's space being leveraged by the astrolabe.
It was countless brilliance.
Like the dazzling colors of glass reflecting in the sunlight, what gathered towards the astrolabe in Tang's hand were countless fragments flickering with subtle brilliance.
Looking closer, one could see countless symbols contained within those countless shimmering fragments. They were symbols of the past, symbols of the present, and symbols of the future...
Difficult to interpret, yet incomparably magnificent, they were the traces of fate, making people unable to resist observing and thinking about what their meaning was.
And this thinking, this observation, represented 'observation'.
Observing the complete life of a Sequence One!
Then, Tang's eyes blurred instantly, and those countless brilliant fragments were instantly covered with layers upon layers of thick mosaics.
And the astrolabe in Tang's hand was frantically absorbing his spirituality.
He subconsciously let go, but the astrolabe didn't fall. Instead, it floated in front of him, not continuing to inscribe because the input of spirituality had stopped.
This action also stopped the countless mosaics that were constantly emerging around from surging into the astrolabe.
The mosaics gradually dissipated, as if reintegrating into the space itself.
Tang took a deep breath, and then the System once again had divinity cover the host's spirit body, shielding the countless pieces of information around.
He looked at the astrolabe in front of him.
On the thin astrolabe floated an unformed 'dust', an unfinished star, a 'star' created by subtly leveraging a tiny bit of the power of Euclid's space using Tang's spirituality. However, it was just an empty shell, with a hollow interior.
The inscription failed, and the star, like a dying celestial body, was slowly dissipating, the tiny specks of light emanating from it gradually merging into the surrounding space.
As time passed, the unfinished star also dissipated into Euclid's space.
"Looks like it won't work."
In the field of divination, divination involving oneself is the easiest and also the most difficult to interfere with. High-sequence Extraordinary individuals, especially those involving the aspect of fate, have an instinct to protect their own fate. Unless they can get the help of concealment, it is difficult for others to observe their own fate.
However, all of this was quite easy to achieve in Euclid's space, because it was a dimension higher than the spirit world.
'Fate' was in the spirit world. The reason why high-sequence Extraordinary individuals were difficult to divine and predict was simply because their fate was difficult to find. Some Extraordinary individuals would even deliberately hide this information.
But for the observer, existence meant that it could be observed.
It was just that for him, inscribing the 'fate' of a Sequence One Time Worm was very difficult.
Like a water pump, he didn't have that much spirituality for the astrolabe to draw away.
"My own level is not enough, and also, if I forcibly inscribe it, will the other party notice? If it's a lower level, and also familiar with me, and won't resist too much, it might be much simpler."
The false god was just putting on a show, strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Whether it was his own spirituality or the System's divinity, although it could barely fool the rules, it couldn't reach the Sequence Four level in actual operation.
In this way, many things couldn't be done, or rather, were quite troublesome to do.
"Those brilliance, should be similar to the gray fog, a part of this space itself."
Tang thought.
"However, the future me said that only after advancing to Sequence Four can I leverage the power of this space? I don't think so."
He had obviously leveraged a bit of it just now, hadn't he?
System: ??
Looking at the host who was about to transform into a fountain of ideas again, the System hesitantly wanted to interrupt, but couldn't find a good reason.
It couldn't just say it was scared, could it?
For example, leveraging the power of this space and then having it stuffed into the System space or something...
Fortunately, due to the lack of time caused by spirituality and the still shallow level of exploration of Euclid's space itself, the host thought of a few small tricks, and then had to leave because his own spirituality was exhausted.
Amitofu Amitofu.
The System's electronic voice even carried a hint of relief and joy.
Today, it felt again that its host's low Sequence wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
(End of this chapter)