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"I don't represent the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, but it's well-known that the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom is keen on spreading knowledge," Leyton maintained his expression and gave a somewhat vague answer.
"Sigh… I knew it. A Sequence 3 Saint wouldn't come looking for me for no reason. Perhaps, I'll have a chance to pull him into my faction in the future!"
"This Crow is almost Sequence 7, right? Do you have the potion formula for Sequence 7?" Pulak smiled and changed the subject.
Leyton hadn't spoken yet when the Crow beside him quickly answered, "No, not yet!"
Pulak nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Then I'll give you a Spirit Medium potion formula, as a parting gift."
With that, Pulak called a waiter, asked for a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote down the Spirit Medium potion formula.
He then handed over the written Spirit Medium formula. Leyton took it, quickly glanced at it, and then put it into his pocket.
He then nodded in thanks to Pulak, who was sitting opposite him, "Thank you very much, Mr. Eggers. This formula comes at a very opportune time."
"Thank you very much! Thank you very much!" Crow Anu imitated Leyton's actions, nodding repeatedly at Pulak to express his gratitude.
"Haha, no need to be so polite. I'm giving you this formula on one condition."
"I want to understand this Crow's advancement process and some of its changes afterward. Its Phoenix bloodline isn't very strong, but I saw a trace of atavism in it."
"Okay, no problem." Leyton nodded in agreement without hesitation.
He shifted his gaze to the somewhat bewildered Crow beside him. Leyton didn't think this would be a problem. After all, the mythical creature form of the Death Pathway had now become a Feathered Serpent, so even if it underwent atavism, it would be difficult for it to become a Phoenix.
After a hearty Southern Continent-style dinner, Leyton and Crow Anu got up to leave. Before they left, Pulak told Leyton his messenger summoning incantation.
He took a hansom cab back to Minsk Street, then got out of the cab and walked towards the house he rented. When he reached the front of house number 15, Leyton thoughtfully glanced inside.
"The Blood Moon Night, will it be the night Miss Magician joins the Tarot Club? It just so happens that Klein advanced to a Sequence 7 Magician today. Such a coincidence is really interesting."
He stood in front of Klein's door and mumbled a few words to himself.
Then he turned and walked into the house across the street. After returning home, he quickly went upstairs to wash up, and Leyton lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
The crimson moonlight shone through the glass window into the room. The transparent amber, casually placed on the coffee table by Leyton near the window, emitted faint, flickering light under the active spirituality, like the frequency of a heartbeat.
The sleeping Leyton once again entered a dream. He seemed to have arrived in the ancient second epoch or third epoch.
Here, Leyton saw images of giants, dragons, Phoenix, elves, and other creatures. The scenes constantly shifted, finally settling on a high mountain peak, with the sky fixed at dawn.
A blurry male figure with pale skin, dressed in a black clerical robe, appeared. His dark hair cascaded behind him, and behind him were eight pairs of pure white wings made of light, like an angel descending to the human world, with a sacred aura spreading everywhere.
"Nice to meet you, the fourth survivor after Amanesis and I."
A gentle, deep voice sounded, quickly waking Leyton from his dazed state. He turned his head to look around, at the scene like a frozen painting, and Leyton realized that he was still in a dream.
Looking at the figure in front of him, Leyton's mind raced. He wasn't sure if this person was the Ancient Sun God, the True Creator, or some other new identity in a different state.
As if seeing Leyton's confusion, the blurry male figure spoke again, "You can call me Sasrir."
Leyton didn't suppress his surprised expression and asked in confusion, "Sasrir? Didn't you fall?"
The blurry figure, who called himself Sasrir, said in a calm tone, "I just bear this name, but I am not the former Dark Angel."
"The former Dark Angel was a personality that the former me specifically split off to resist the invasion of the Primordial One. And I am a personality that appeared when the True Creator, using the Mystical Reenactment you employed, peeled off a small part of his own will."
Leyton was silent for a moment. The Ancient Sun God was truly skilled at creating avatars with his own will.
Although the other party's explanation was reasonable, Leyton was still a little confused, "That was just a Sequence 4-level Mystical Reenactment. Does it have such a strong effect?"
The blurry figure, who called himself Sasrir, still spoke in that unfluctuating tone, "You underestimated the effect of this Mystical Reenactment, and you overestimated me. I am just a portion of the divinity and will from the mass of flesh that the True Creator used as a vessel for his descent."
The scene was silent for a second or two, and the blurry figure spoke again, "I want to make a deal with you!"
"What deal?" Although Leyton was asking, he could roughly guess what kind of deal the other party wanted to propose.
"The Aurora Order is planning an event for my descent. The time is this December. I need you to allow me to successfully descend an avatar, and then kill him!"
"Hmm?" Leyton was a little confused. The other party proposing the condition of helping him descend an avatar was within Leyton's expectations, but killing his avatar was a bit strange.
The blurry figure continued, as if answering or narrating, "I will have the avatar carry a Sequence 2-level characteristic, as well as a part of the insane self-awareness."
"After killing the avatar I descend, you will need to use an Angel-level Mystical Reenactment again to help me stabilize this conscious awareness and restore it to the Angel rank."
After listening to the other party's entire plan, Leyton pondered for a moment, then asked, "This Mystical Reenactment only lasts for 40 days, and are you sure it can refresh your state and restore part of your consciousness?"
The blurry figure said with certainty, "I am sure. The biggest feature of this Mystical Reenactment is that it can refresh the target's state based on a previously existing state, which is why 'I' was born."
"Although I, or rather, the True Creator, has fallen into long-term madness, relying on instinct, I can still handle some matters normally. At that time, the True Creator will distort this 40-day limit and extend it indefinitely."
Leyton sighed, but still shook his head and said, "I cannot perform a Sequence 2-level Mystical Reenactment. That would cause severe effects on myself, and might even cause the Sage characteristic within me to directly fuse with me."
"I understand your concerns, so I will bear this influence for you."
"Even if I only possess a small part of conscious awareness and divinity, I still have the rank of a True God, enough to bear this influence."
Leyton was slightly stunned. If the other party could truly bear the influence of the Sage characteristic for him, then this plan was indeed feasible.
An avatar actively seeking Death should be solvable by Huang Beibei. She has a Sealed Artifact corresponding to the Death Pathway Sequence 1.
Moreover, I can also have the Hidden Sage provide her with some help.
The blurry figure spoke again, "As compensation for the trade, I will provide direct help when you reclaim the Paragon authority."
"Your alliance with Herabergen is bound to attract the hostility of Leodero and Aucuses. You need more allies."
Leyton frowned slightly. The other party's tone was a bit strange, treating him completely as someone on the same level in conversation. This was definitely not just because of his Outer Deity survivor identity.
After a brief thought, Leyton said in a probing tone, "I cannot make decisions on behalf of the Hidden Sage."
"Hidden Sage? No, you represent the Knowledge Moor. The Hidden Sage will certainly obey your commands."
The blurry figure's tone remained calm and certain, "I once possessed the Chaos Sea and the symbol of Omniscience and Omnipotence. Even now, I can still see that your connection with the Knowledge Moor is very close. If the Knowledge Moor had not become active, you would be the most likely one to become the Demon of Knowledge."
"If you want to become a Demon of Knowledge, with the Hermit already controlled by the Knowledge Moor, the Paragon authority is crucial to you!"
Even though he was in a dream, Leyton felt his breathing quicken.
The other party's proposal left Leyton with no reason to refuse, but the other party's identity made Leyton somewhat worried about the God of Knowledge's reaction.
After all, the Two-Five Dragon was his Angel investor and the Knowledge Moor's primary partner.
The scene fell silent again, and no one spoke. This dream seemed to have fallen into stillness.
After about one or two minutes, Leyton looked at the blurry figure who called himself Sasrir and said, "I agree to the trade. In exchange, you need to help me reclaim the authority during my battle with Steam."
"As for allies, we can discuss that after you recover your Angel rank."
"The trade is established!" The blurry figure's voice was calm, but spoke with an irresistible majesty.
An invisible connection formed between Leyton and the blurry figure. Leyton felt as if a contract had been notarized and established.
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