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As Klein and the Prophet Clone fell silent over the problem of how to connect the Spirit World and the Mirror World, Azik, who was sitting to the side, spoke gently: "I have some knowledge in this area."
"Every Gatekeeper can sense the entrance to the Underworld and construct a Door where the Spirit World and the Underworld overlap. As long as there are detailed coordinates, I can also construct a Door where the Spirit World and the Mirror World overlap."
The Prophet Clone leaned his head back against the chair, reached out, and adjusted the glasses on his nose, saying: "Then there's no problem."
With that, he turned his gaze to Klein, who was at the very top, and said: "You must act quickly. Even with the Gray Fog's blessing, your current Sequence 6 body strength makes it difficult to withstand overly powerful forces."
Klein nodded slightly, then asked: "Do we need to inform Queen Mystic? She is also in the Rorsted Sea."
The Prophet Clone gently shook his head: "No need. If it truly comes to a point where help is needed, she should be able to sense it."
Klein nodded noncommittally. He extended his spirituality, touched the deep red star representing Ankewelt, and directly transmitted the coordinates in the Spirit World of the ruins where Kalvetua had previously hidden.
After doing all this, he leaned back against the chair and closed his eyes to meditate, adjusting his state to the best possible.
A moment later, he reopened his eyes, looked around, and took a deep breath, saying: "Let's begin."
As he spoke, he had already extended his left hand and grasped the peculiar crown, covered in bloodstains and rust. He squinted at it for a moment before pouring his spirituality into it.
"Mind Connection" unfolded between them, and the three instantly became mentally linked, like a single entity.
Klein felt his power rapidly expanding, with a qualitative improvement every single second. He even felt that an air cannon he casually created could now reach the level of the sonic boom unleashed by the "Sea King."
The illusion brought by rapidly expanding power, however, a demigod and an angel in poor condition are simultaneously transmitting power to me. I should now be infinitely close to the angelic level, right?
As he pondered, Klein saw another ripple spread behind the Prophet Clone, revealing a ring constructed of countless gears, and heard the other party's prayer to him: "Blessed of knowledge and mysteries, wise one from the unknown, eye that gazes upon True knowledge, calamity of the Rorsted Archipelago, great Al Tines!"
Under the "Mind Connection" state, Klein and Azik simultaneously perceived a peculiar connection emerge. Following the automatic response of the honorific name, they directly pinpointed Leyton's location in his statue form.
Azik tilted his head and glanced at Klein. Seeing him nod, he transmitted all his power and authority.
Klein felt his power swell even more, seemingly breaking through a certain limit. His spirit suddenly ascended infinitely. The space above the Gray Fog seemed to become a part of him. He saw the deepest, uppermost part of this Gray Fog. There was a Door of light, and inside there was...
Hiss~ A stinging burning sensation came from his hand, and he instantly snapped back to reality, looking at the peculiar crown he held in his left hand.
The rust on it had vanished, and the mottled bloodstains had transformed into crimson flames, constantly leaping, as if cheering, shouting, and clamoring.
Klein's emotions surged uncontrollably, becoming fervent and excited, with a boiling fighting spirit churning in his heart.
In just an instant, a coldness like death and absolute rationality seized the high ground of his thoughts, restoring his emotions to calm.
"Let's begin. Your body is already showing a tendency towards zombification. If we delay any longer, this will be irreversible."
Azik's gentle voice sounded in his ear. Only then did Klein notice that his arm was excessively pale, and faint corpse spots were even beginning to appear.
I'm still too weak, even enduring this power is so difficult... As thoughts floated, he casually summoned a paper figure from the pile of sundries and flicked it out.
The paper figure distorted and expanded in mid-air. Behind it, pure white feathers woven with mysterious patterns emerged, quickly clustering to form twelve pairs of wings covered in pale flames.
The paper angel, wrapped in pale flames, vanished into the Gray Fog, descending into the Spirit World Depths, to the location of the ancient elven ruins where Kalvetua had once hidden.
Klein's eyes slightly lowered as he gazed at the boundless Gray Fog ahead, as if confirming something.
A moment later, he extended both palms and pushed forward forcefully, as if pushing open a non-existent Door.
The paper angel in the Spirit World simultaneously performed this action. Before it, an invisible force surged and converged.
In an instant, a bronze-colored Door, covered in mysterious patterns and impossible to describe precisely, appeared before it, swaying, creaking, and slowly opening backward.
Behind this Door, a dim, illusory, and not quite real path seemed to connect with countless things and layers of overlapping spaces. Together, they wove a profound and bizarre world, different from reality.
As this Door opened, the Mirror World and the Spirit World overlapped here, without stirring a single ripple, as calm as if nothing had happened.
It was clearly a very strange Door, with a strong sense of death, yet at this moment, it appeared quite harmonious, as if it should naturally appear here, and upon seeing it, one would instinctively want to step inside.
Inside the ancient palace above the Gray Fog, after connecting the Mirror World and the Spirit World and seeing Ankewelt's hidden figure, Klein directly threw away the crown burning with crimson flames.
He leaned weakly against the high-backed chair, panting heavily. After a long while, he finally spoke: "The great fluctuations in power are truly uncomfortable. I suddenly find it difficult to accept such a weak self now."
"This is your True self. Do not be misled by the power we transmit to you, as this will affect your mental state. For a Beyonder who is constantly accompanied by madness, this is very dangerous."
Azik warned.
Klein chuckled and nodded: "I know, it's just that the sudden decrease in power brought a sense of weakness. It's much better now."
As he spoke, he raised his left hand to his eyes. His arm, which had been so pale as to be somewhat transparent, and had shown some swelling and corpse spots, had now returned to normal.
Above this Gray Fog, even if I die, I can be resurrected in the next moment. It's just that the discomfort still remains. If only I could be immune to pain.
After resting for a moment and feeling that he had recovered almost completely, Klein gently raised his hand, leveraging the power of this Gray Fog. Through the lingering aura and influence of the paper angel, he directly cast his gaze over.
Deep red light suddenly rose from the surrounding Gray Fog, rapidly condensing into the scene Klein was observing.
In the dim, illusory Mirror World, a grayish-white stone statue was bound by invisible threads, being pulled and moved forward.
In front of the grayish-white stone statue were two figures, one black and one white. They were both extremely beautiful women, perfect in both appearance and temperament.
The lady on the left wore a simple, holy white robe, her lustrous dark hair casually loose, drifting freely in the windless Mirror World.
Every strand of her hair was connected to an invisible transparent fine thread, and these threads almost wrapped the grayish-white stone statue into a transparent silkworm cocoon.
Beside her was another beautiful woman in a black court gown. Her dark hair was neatly pinned up, but a few strands had escaped, falling naturally, creating a touch of charm amidst her seriousness. Her red lips were slightly upturned, making her look endearing.
They did not look the same, but they shared a commonality: from them, one could see the charm possessed by women at every age stage. No matter what preferences a being had, they would wholeheartedly acknowledge their beauty.
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