Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 168 167 Sefirah Castle
Spirit world.

Tang stood in an area surrounded by thick colors that overlapped like an oil painting. He looked at the seven lights of the spiritual world hanging high above his head, and saw the endless gray-white fog above the seven bright lights.

Tang exhaled, and the ancient scholar beside him had already pulled out the historical pore image from the future.

The higher-dimensional world is indeed located above the spiritual world and the real world, and is a great existence belonging to the dimensional level, but the source castle is the source of the Creator, which is also higher than the spiritual world and the real world.

"At least, judging from the state of the God-Forsaken Land, the status of Euclid Space should be not much different from Sefirah Castle, and both can penetrate the seal of the God-Forsaken Land."

"As for things on the same level... there's a high probability that they can't be penetrated. Otherwise, the Ancient Sun God would have ascended to Sefirah Castle by relying on the Chaos Sea and eliminated all of Tianzun's backup plans."

Otherwise, where will the subsequent development come from?
The only thing left for now was to see if the peculiarities of Euclidean space could bypass the defenses of Source Castle and, by leveraging the uniqueness of errors, create a backdoor in this source essence.

"If it's feasible, maybe we can use this to go to the Western Continent in advance and see what's going on there."

I don't know what the current state of the Knowledge Wilderness is. Judging from the connection between this source material and the system, the power that this source material can emit through the barrier of the Western Continent is even greater than that of the River of Eternal Darkness and the City of Disaster.

"Is it because of some reason within the Western Continent that the activation has intensified? Or is there some other factor?"

Tang glanced at his son, then gathered his scattered thoughts and looked at the Source Castle above his head.

He now possessed a cloak, a transcendental item imbued with the power of both secrets and destiny. The former stemmed from the Beyonder's Beyonder trait, while the latter's origin was unknown, but it was likely from Ouroboros, the Tail-Swallower. After all, the latter originated from the God-forsaken Land, and as a high-ranking being involved in the realm of destiny, Tang could only name the Angel King.

"Even in Euclidean space, as long as I conceal myself, I can allow the consciousness of the future to descend upon me."

He put on a crystal monocle, put a pocket watch in his pocket, and the ring on his left little finger emitted a dim light. Two Fulgrim dogs of different shapes appeared beside Tang.

Tang had already tried to have the puppet carry these things and ascend to Sephira Castle through the Euclidean space. The puppet, which only possessed partial authority over the Euclidean space, could not cross that barrier, and could not even approach the gray fog or the historical fog.

"So, I have to try it myself."

It’s just… I always feel like I’ll die if I try.

Tang glanced at his future projection, then looked up, took a deep breath, and then seemed to cross countless layers of spiritual space in an instant, burning his spirituality, and approached the gray-white fog in one breath.

The spiritual world is a special place with no sense of distance or direction. Most things here exist in the form of concepts and information, including the seven lights of the spiritual world. Together, they constitute the most special area in this world besides the abyss and the astral world.

In the Euclidean space, through his own corresponding path, the authority of the Euclidean space, and Amon's guidance, Tang crossed the place where the seven lights of the spiritual world were in one breath, and went straight to the place that seemed to be the highest of the highest.

"Have you ever tried to come here?"

'certainly. '

Amon's figure was dim in the monocle, and he seemed to be looking at the gray-white mist above his head in a special way.

"This is the Sephiroth corresponding to the three paths of Thief, Apprentice, and Fool. If one wants to become Above the Sequence, if one wants to become one of the Old Ones, according to that paranoid speculation, mastering the Sephiroth corresponding to this path is an essential part."

"It's recorded on the second blasphemous stone tablet." Tang was silent for a moment, then looked at the gray fog that seemed close at hand, yet still seemed far away.

A faint gray-white mist filled the air. In this gray-white mist, Tang saw many Fulgrim dogs living here. They lived in the historical mist as the "guardians of Sefirah Castle". The historical mist here was part of the barrier of Sefirah Castle itself.

This constitutes the first layer of defense of Sefirah Castle, and this layer of defense cannot be broken by ordinary Beyonders, demigods, angels, or true gods.

The weight of history is incomparable. The historical fog that records all the past is itself an absolute barrier that is almost impossible to penetrate and break.

Tang carefully examined the seemingly endless gray-white fog, and the two Fulgrim dogs beside him seemed to have returned to their hometown. They glanced at Tang, and after receiving his nod, they quickly rushed into the historical fog, descending to the spiritual world above the real world. In this historical fog surrounding Sefirah Castle, they met with other 'Sefirah Castle Guardians'.

"The first blasphemous slate came directly from the Chaos Sea. It was formed from a portion of God's body. Through this, the Ancient Sun God was able to indirectly borrow the power of the Chaos Sea."

"The second blasphemous slate was created by the Ancient Sun God. Compared to the first, the names of the potions recorded on the second slate are more modern. It also contains some things that were not recorded on the first slate, which were deduced by the Ancient Sun God."

For example, the old way of promotion above the sequence, the existence of the nine source elements, and the symbol of corresponding authority.

"Have you ever heard of anything like that?"

Don asked Amon.

'What do you mean? Your special one?'

Amon asked back.

"Yes," said Don.

"There are always many hidden things in history. Even I cannot claim to be omniscient and omnipotent... However, I have indeed heard of some similar things. Would you like to know?"

Amon pinched his right eye socket, as if he was wearing a monocle there, and asked in an almost teasing tone.

"No, let's talk about this issue later." Tang thought about it and said.

Amon seemed to have predicted this answer. He just smiled and said nothing more.

Tang stretched out his hand and touched the historical fog that was very close to him, yet seemed extremely far away.

He touched nothing.

"really."

The puppets were stuck at this step, and did not further obtain the authority of Euclidean space. They just stayed here, borrowing the special features here to achieve extraordinary effects such as teleportation, flashing and hiding.

Tang stretched out his hand and clenched it slightly, and divinity and spirituality burst out. Through a mysterious connection, it seemed to resonate with the mist of history and this space.

Countless crystal fragments seemed to grow continuously from every corner of the Euclidean space as the vibrations continued. Tang squinted his eyes, feeling the crazy consumption of his spiritual energy. At a certain opportunity, he suddenly raised his hand and pinched the monocle on his right eye.

Amon also saw it through the bright light reflected by the monocle.

The fog of history and Euclidean space presented countless information in this erroneous uniqueness. With the cooperation of Amon and Tang who gradually became familiar with the erroneous uniqueness, he finally saw a BUG hidden in the huge amount of information flow.

This place represents the Lord of Mysteries and the historical fog of Source Castle, and the power that Tang can borrow includes three parts: the past, present and future.

The historical fog is part of Sefirah Castle. Sefirah Castle is now ownerless and naturally excludes outsiders.

No one can enter Sefirah Castle without an invitation from the castle owner.

Even Amon, the God of Deception, only opened a backdoor in Sefirah Castle during the final battle after obtaining the corresponding authority of the Gate Path and receiving Adam's full support. This allowed Sefirah Castle to believe that he was the Lord of Mysteries, and only then ascended Sefirah Castle to face off against King Klein Moretti, who had become the Fool.

"However, I don't have the corresponding authority of the Gate, but I can try to get the invitation letter from the owner of Sefirah Castle." The current owner of Sefirah Castle, the distributor of Sefirah Castle's invitation letter, is naturally the consciousness of 'Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun' in the body of every fortune teller, apprentice and thief angel. If you want to get the admission ticket to Sefirah Castle from Him, it can only be done if Tianzun is fully awakened.

Therefore, the owner of the Source Castle that Tang was talking about was certainly not Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, the original Lord of Mystery.

Resonating with the Euclidean space, a channel to the future was opened. The future owner of the Source Castle was tampered with by the BUG and became the current owner. The permission of the future owner of the Source Castle became the tacit consent of the current Source Castle. This was a mistake.

The thief's approach uses rules and takes advantage of loopholes in all aspects.

If he had a good relationship with Klein Moretti in the future and also received an invitation to Sefirah Castle, he could use this bug now to perhaps accomplish what Amon had never been able to do and reach Sefirah Castle ahead of time.

Tang's attempt consumed a lot of spiritual energy, and he had to take out yesterday's reappearance spell and borrow spiritual energy that also came from the future.

The next moment, Tang was inspired and he seemed to see a crimson star connected to him.

With the help of more and more crystal fragments in the Euclidean space and this inexplicable connection, Tang took a step forward, as if he had reached the layer of historical fog, and vaguely saw a light door stained with a little blue-black on the historical fog.

Near the dark blue light gate, there were numerous transparent "cocoons" hanging.

He saw a black, silent curtain-like object appearing around the bluish-black light gate.

Tang's spirit clamored and told him, yes, this is it!

He reaches out...

But after a few seconds, he was enveloped by endless gray fog. The gray-white fog was like a solid iron wall. It seemed that the endless gray fog also appeared in the Euclidean space. Even in this special space that was essentially higher than the real dimension, this layer of gray fog had a real touch.

Tang who sees hope:?
Tang's face was pulled wildly in the gray fog, and I squeezed—

Crowd, crowd, crowd——

His face was deformed and various bones in his body were dislocated. Tang used the abilities of the faceless man and the magician's enhancement of the faceless man's abilities to squeeze several centimeters into the gray fog with one breath!

Good! Opportunity!

He continued to stretch out his hand, ready to reach for the extraordinary characteristics of the mysterious waiter that he seemed to be able to see!
But the next second, with a snap, Tang was bounced out by the gray mist that had reacted.

The gray fog boiled over at that moment.

The gray mist seemed to realize that it had just been attacked. Many Folgen Hounds emerged from the mist of history, two of which were particularly different.

They glanced around the gray fog in confusion but cautiously, but did not find any strange creatures. The gray fog only boiled for a moment and soon calmed down, as if it was soothed by something.

The vibration of the gray fog once again attracted the attention of many spiritual beings or high-level beings in the real world.

Why does this thing move every few days? Has the mysterious master woken up?
Those who didn't know the specific situation were confused, while those who knew the truth, understood the corresponding situation, and understood the terrifying power of the 'Lord of Mysteries' were terrified and felt a sense of awe, their bodies trembling... But in the end, the unusual movement in Source Castle this time did not attract the attention of too many high-ranking people.

Ah, I'm used to it. It was no big deal when it moved so much before. These aftershocks are just a little bit of a problem.

As long as the Lord of Mysteries has not been completely resurrected, they will continue to do what they should do.

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Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

"He's autistic?"

The War Bishop looked at Tang squatting in the corner playing with the spirit worm and asked the ancient scholar beside him.

"There's been another unusual movement in Sefirah Castle, and Tang has already seen the mysterious servant's potion."

"How could it fail?" the War Bishop wondered.

The ancient scholar pondered for a moment, then, drawing on his extraordinary knowledge, speculated, "Perhaps it's due to a lack of erroneous authority... His manipulation of Euclidean space itself hasn't reached the point where he could simply borrow the invitation letter from the future owner of Sefirah Castle and open the present Sefirah Castle."

After all, although Sefirah Castle is now ownerless, it still belongs to the 'Lord of Mysteries', the true Lord of Mysteries.

"Moreover, it seems that he in the future will have no solution." The ancient scholar added at this time.

The War Bishop seemed to want to say something, but ultimately fell silent.

Tang, who was planting the spirit worm in a dark corner, sighed silently and let the fat spirit worm, which seemed to be covered with a strange white film on its surface, retract into his body.

Just a little bit.

The small blanket lay quietly on Sefirah Castle, almost enough to cover him up for sleep.

Hey.

“The greatest failure in life is almost succeeding…”

When he was about to be shut out of the mist of history, Tang immediately put on his cloak and hid himself.

"In the future, Cai Cai, laolao."

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When the telegram of Tang's sincere greetings was delivered to the future through yesterday's reappearance spell, the young man who appeared from under the gray fog at some point and above the seven lights of the spiritual world looked at the boundless gray fog, and then looked at Tang who wrapped himself like a dumpling and seemed to be waiting peacefully for the mysterious waiter's extraordinary characteristics to fly into his hands. In his hand, there appeared a dark golden, three-meter-long scepter.

"Be obedient, we don't want it."

The young man picked up Tang, who had wrapped himself up like a dumpling, with a corner of the Sun Scepter and threw him down casually, and his own figure disappeared immediately.

"Don't spoil him too much."

He seemed to be talking to a great being above the gray fog, or to himself, or as if there was an unknown creature hiding nearby.

(End of this chapter)