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A cool breeze brushed past Chris.

The yellow mist swayed in the wind, but always remained within a few tens of centimeters of Chris.

Standing on the edge of the tower's terrace, Chris carefully examined the second celestial being he had pulled onto the lake.

He clearly remembered that when he first pulled this astral entity up, the starlight it emitted was so monotonous and weak.

But this time, in addition to the original faint white light, the other party also had a faint purple halo.

The interplay of two colors of light made this smaller astral entity appear even more mysterious than the larger one next to it.

Chris estimated that when he first brought the other person here, the other person was probably an ordinary person like himself who had not yet embarked on the path to sainthood.

A fellow enthusiast of the mystical.

But what changes have occurred in the other party that caused this mutation in the astral spirit?

This piqued Chris's interest.

His gaze kept falling on the small astral body.

Feeling the slight tremor emanating from the other person, Chris couldn't help but shift his gaze slightly away.

He recalled that his gaze seemed to put immense pressure on these astral beings.

With his gaze falling on the lake reflecting the astral plane, Chris began to ponder how to communicate with the two astral entities.

At the last occult gathering, he didn't have much cash left. After buying astrology, he didn't have any extra money to buy other books on occult knowledge.

Furthermore, astrology manuals do not contain any information on how to communicate with astral spirits.

Now, Chris is once again facing off against the two astral entities below.

Suddenly, a faint "sound" reached Chris's ears.

"Atop the tower... a great being..."

A glint of light flashed in Chris's eyes.

This is not a hallucination.

Because of his mastery of this mysterious space, he knew exactly where the sound was coming from.

Chris's gaze quickly returned to the celestial being radiating white and purple light.

"Thanks you……"

He listened to the intermittent sounds coming from the other party.

Chris's gaze sharpened, and his spiritual vision quietly activated. He saw invisible ripples spreading out from the other's astral body like waves on water.

The last time he met these two astral entities, he had not yet mastered the ability to activate his spiritual vision.

But at that time he could directly see these astral entities and the radiance they emitted that symbolized various states and emotions.

Therefore, Chris did not initially think of using his psychic vision to observe the two astral entities.

Now that he had activated his spiritual vision, he discovered that there were still things in this space that he had not noticed before.

What exactly is this invisible ripple?

Chris wasn't entirely sure.

He estimated that this might be a manifestation of some kind of fluctuation in consciousness.

Whether this is a communication ability possessed by every astral being, or a special circumstance unique to this space, will only be known after he acquires more occult knowledge about astral beings.

"Now that we can communicate, what should I do?"

Chris frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Above the lake, Benjamin's astral entity also sensed the fluctuations of consciousness emanating from the astral entity that emitted white and purple light.

His previously silent thoughts were suddenly stirred.

"How incredibly audacious of them!"

He didn't know the other party's identity, but judging from the tiny size alone, the other party definitely had not embarked on the path to sainthood.

An ordinary person who has not embarked on the holy path is able to enter the astral plane only because they have learned a little bit of the mystical rituals.

But why would that great being atop the tower also take notice of the other party?

Benjamin, of course, knew nothing about the yellow fog.

He was deeply shocked.

But he will no longer question the great being atop the tower.

Everything the other party did was reasonable.

But if an ordinary person uses their own consciousness to actively communicate with an existence of this level, are they really not afraid that even a slight fluctuation in the other party's consciousness could cause their own consciousness to collapse?

The other party's immature approach has not yet suffered any unexpected backlash, which has made Benjamin's previously blank mind start to become active again.

The great being atop the tower may not be as difficult to communicate with as he imagined.

Over the years, he had been navigating various extraordinary events, family curses, and the truth behind his father's death, exposing him to too much of the dark side of the extraordinary realm, which gave Benjamin preconceived notions.

He suddenly chuckled to himself, "Perhaps it's precisely because I know nothing that I'm so bold."

Perhaps this is precisely why the great being atop the tower took notice of the other.

Benjamin now understood that the one atop the tower was probably no different from an ordinary person.

They are all just lives like ants.

The other party may very well have just awakened or returned to this world, and for some reason can only obtain something from these ants in this way.

But in any case, as long as you have value to be used by the other party, that's fine.

What I fear most is not being used by others, but having no value to them and being treated like trash.

Thinking about this, Benjamin felt he could no longer remain silent.

He began to rack his brains and organize his thoughts.

As a pilgrim who had walked the sacred path for over thirty years, he believed that his knowledge of mysticism far surpassed that of the novice over there.

"Standing atop the tower, overlooking the majestic presence of the stars, please allow me, in my ignorance, to pray to you with such shallow and pale words."

"I beseech you to grant me a way to break the curse on my family. I, Benjamin Hall, am willing to give everything for this."

Benjamin's voice, like invisible ripples, spread across the lake.

Chris, who was deep in thought, sensed this fluctuation in consciousness and his eyes widened suddenly.

"Benjamin Hall?"

"Benjamin?"

The name sounded somewhat familiar to him.

"So, this celestial being is a man named Benjamin Hall," Chris murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on the celestial being radiating orange and yellow light.

"The Echoing Wall, inscribed with three sacred seals, the Holy Path Walker... Benjamin..."

"?!"

"Could it really be Benjamin?"

Chris's lips parted slightly, and an incredulous expression appeared on his face.

He had long suspected that Benjamin, who had received him at Madison Asset Management that day, was suspicious.

Could it be that the astral being he pulled into this mysterious space is Benjamin's?

This is too coincidental, right?

Chris frowned, his eyes darting back and forth between Benjamin and the starscape beneath the lake.

"There are no coincidences in the mysticism."

His eyes flickered slightly as his experience in the basement of Madison Asset Management Company that day came back to him.

He only had one encounter with Benjamin.

It's about the commission to receive that secret box from 50 years ago.

At this moment, the previously empty box was now lying quietly on the silver base in the center of the platform behind Chris.

This is no coincidence.

It was some mysterious force that brought all of this together.

At that moment, Chris suddenly had a realization.

He himself was unaware that he had unknowingly discovered the phenomenon of extraordinary forces attracting each other.

His gaze fell on Benjamin's astral body again, and the surprise on his face turned into an undisguised smile.

If this is indeed Benjamin's astral spirit, then many of his questions may be answered today.