Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

"Three Holy Paths..."

Chris looked at the three symbols on the back of his hand, still somewhat puzzled.

Besides the wind and the stars, what is this third sacred path?

After a moment, Chris shook his head slightly and removed the mark from the back of his hand.

How about we call it the Tri-phase Power?

No no no.

Chris immediately dismissed this inexplicable idea.

He went to the edge of the terrace and looked at the reflection of the stars in the lake. Suddenly, he felt something.

He suddenly realized that he didn't need to think so much at all.

At this moment, he was standing on the tower he named the Stargazing Tower. As the owner of this tower, why didn't he just call himself the Stargazer?

"You may call me Stargazer."

As soon as he sent out his thought, he immediately sensed the feedback from the mysterious space.

His spirituality was enhanced once again, and his perception and control over the tower and the surrounding area were also greatly improved.

Chris's gaze fell once again on the astral image reflected below, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that the astral projection in the lake water seemed to have become even clearer.

He looked at Benjamin's astral form, his eyes sparkling. Without needing to enter that state of connection to the astral plane, he directly controlled the astral form and sank it into the lake.

After Benjamin's astral body completely submerged in the lake, it quickly shrank into a point of light, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a thin stream of light, heading towards the astral plane beneath the lake.

Chris left Cole alone on the lake because there were still some things he needed to ask him.

First, he wanted to know where Cole was from and how he, as an ordinary person, had come into contact with the power of the Yellow Mist and the Throat of the Earth Vein.

But asking directly would be too abrupt, so he tentatively asked, "You still have doubts?"

Cole felt a surge of excitement as he sensed the intent emanating from the tower.

The stargazer left him alone, apparently knowing that he still had doubts in his heart.

He initially felt he had already received too much from the other person and was embarrassed to ask any more questions, but since the stargazer had already asked him to speak privately, it meant that the other person was willing to answer his questions.

"Yes, Stargazer first..." Cole replied immediately, instinctively wanting to add "sir" after the other's name, but stopped himself.

He didn't know whether beings at the Holy Spirit level had gender distinctions, nor did he dare to make any assumptions.

"You can call me that," Chris replied, a smile playing on his lips. The other party had indeed taken the bait.

"Okay... Hello, Mr. Stargazer, I do have a question and hope to get your answer." Cole's thoughts transmitted.

"I'm listening," Chris replied.

"Mr. Stargazer, I have obtained the cultivation methods for the four sacred paths from the Morning Star, but I have not yet decided which sacred path to embark on. Do you have any suggestions?" Cole asked.

"So that's the problem..." Chris sensed Cole's thoughts and began to think about it.

"Before I give any advice, I think I need to know some things about you," Chris suggested, addressing the issue.

Upon hearing this, Cole immediately conveyed the information that might be helpful to Mr. Stargazer through telepathy, using concise words.

Although his spirituality increased to some extent after the stargazer bestowed upon him the holy seal.

But the conversation with Qimingxing just now consumed a lot of energy.

So at this moment, he had little spirituality left, and this was all he could do.

He felt somewhat guilty about it.

"I am still too weak and need to grow up as soon as possible so that I can better repay Mr. Stargazer."

"Hmm...and the Morning Star," Cole added in his mind, noting that the Morning Star had also been a great help to him.

After receiving Cole's message, Chris frowned slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Zorro City... Entinas University... Archaeology graduate students... Mysticism enthusiasts' gathering... Mysterious pocket watch... Burtbus ruins in the Kingdom of Simmel... Yellow rags... Black porcelain shards... Nightmare..."

He repeated several key words from the message Cole was conveying.

"I see……"

Although the message Cole conveyed was very brief, it basically explained the other person's life story, how the other person completed the awakening ritual, entered the astral plane, and how the person was saved by the mark he left behind after experiencing a nightmare.

"Therefore, the power of the Yellow Mist and the Throat of the Earth's Ley Lines are both related to Bertbus, the capital of the Simmel Empire." After filtering out the unnecessary information, Chris found the clue to the question that concerned him most.

He also has a basic understanding of the history of this world.

After transmigrating, he browsed through some books that recorded the history of this world in the library.

After all, understanding a world's history is an essential part of gaining a deeper understanding of it.

Chris only read these history books as popular science books, and he didn't remember the details.

He really had no impression of the Kingdom of Simmel.

"I need to go to the library again when I have time," Chris decided to himself.

As for Zorro, where Cole lived, in his memory it seemed to be a very remote city.

The Bertbury site, where fragments of yellow cloth and black porcelain were unearthed, is located at the foot of the Aurora Cliff on the edge of the city.

It's such a long distance; it would probably take a lot of time and money to go there.

For at least the foreseeable future, he will not have the opportunity to visit that city in person.

Cole still needs to keep an eye on the matter of the yellow cloth fragments.

After thinking things through, Chris looked down at Cole again, his fingers tapping lightly on the railing, the sound of his fingers hitting the gray bricks making a dull thud that only he could hear.

He began to ponder which holy path Cole should take.

On the Holy Path of the Echo Wall, Benjamin was already a Three-Seal Spirit Master, and Chris felt that he didn't need another Extraordinary on the same Holy Path under his command.

The Silent Court's Holy Path, while not completely devoid of speech after becoming a Holy Path Walker, is characterized by extreme taciturnity. Its pilgrimage method, requiring the exploration of hidden truths to advance the Holy Path, is far too dangerous. Therefore, Chris excluded it.

Cole's connection to Yellow Mist is crucial and cannot be compromised.

His primary request of Cole was simply to stay alive.

Similarly, for those on the sacred path of the Weaver of Fate, powerful spiritual awareness also means more unknown risks for low-level extraordinary individuals without a strong background.

In the end, only the anvil of ironclad rules remained.

Judging from the descriptions of this sacred path, there doesn't seem to be any dangerous place.

In addition to the four holy paths that Benjamin provided to Cole.

In fact, Chris also possesses two other sacred paths: the Fog of the Crossroads and the Forge of Tinkers' Soul.

The fog of the crossroads seemed helpful in pointing the way and finding things, but the information he had obtained about this sacred path contained too many ambiguous descriptions, so he dared not hand it over to Cole.

As for the Forge of Craftsmen's Souls, it is a sacred path that is very closely connected with real life.

If Cole possesses any skill, then he would indeed be more suited to embarking on this sacred path.

However, the other party was just a graduate student who had switched majors to study in the archaeology department, and possessed a niche language as well as basic archaeological and artifact restoration techniques.

In a broader sense, these could also be considered a kind of skill.

But it remains to be seen whether the skills Cole possesses will contribute to accelerating the progress of the sacred path of the Tinker's Forge.

After a moment's thought, Chris made his final decision.

"Two choices."

His thoughts were transmitted, and at the same time, he conveyed information about the sacred path of Tinkers' Soul Furnace to Cole: "The Anvil of Iron Laws, or the Tinkers' Soul Furnace."

Ultimately, he decided to leave the choice to Cole.

Let the other party choose one of the two safer holy paths according to their own ideas.

Cole, who had been quietly waiting for a response, was immediately invigorated after receiving the mental fluctuations from the tower.

"The Stargazer has given me yet another sacred path to choose from!"

Then, Cole looked at the description of the Artisan's Forge in his mind and fell into deep thought.

He was very conflicted.

He wondered if the Stargazer had some special purpose in entrusting him with this sacred path called the Forge of Craftsmen's Souls.

Does the other party really want him to choose between the two, or do they hope he will choose the Tinker's Soul Furnace?

Seeing that Cole had not yet made a choice, Chris probably guessed the other party's concerns.

A thought emanated from the top of the tower: "Trust your intuition."

Upon receiving a hint from the stargazer, Cole, who had been deep in thought, suddenly made a decision.

"Mr. Stargazer, I choose the anvil of iron law."

He had considered that once he embarked on the sacred path of the Forge of Craftsmen, in order to continuously improve his progress on the sacred path according to the pilgrimage law, he would inevitably have to delve into and hone a particular skill.

He doesn't consider himself someone who can calm down and immerse himself in a particular skill.

All the skills he possessed, whether it was Viser language, archaeological excavation techniques, or artifact restoration techniques, were primarily based on practicality.

As for delving deeper into the subject, he probably wouldn't be able to do that.

The stargazer advised him to trust his intuition.

Although he was unsure how far he could go on the sacred path of the Ironclad Anvil, at least in his opinion, the sacred path of the Forge of Tinkers' Souls was not suitable for him.

Mr. Stargazer gave him a choice between two options.

Having ruled out the Forge of Artisans' Souls and the Sacred Path, only the Anvil of Iron Laws remains.

As for the other sacred paths, since Mr. Stargazer didn't mention them, they must be even less suitable for him.

So Cole didn't dwell on it too much.

He believed the stargazer's advice.

Seeing that Cole had made his decision, Chris, who was on top of the tower, nodded as well.

It's understandable that the other party doesn't want to embark on the sacred path of the Craftsman's Soul Furnace.

His gaze shifted slightly, and he sent out another thought: "Equivalent exchange."

Sensing this intention, Cole instantly understood what the other party meant.

Although he didn't know what he could offer in exchange for the other party's help in choosing the holy path, he quickly replied, "Please speak, Mr. Stargazer."

"One piece of advice: live well," Chris uttered in a brief thought.

Cole sensed this intent and was somewhat puzzled. Was this all the other party wanted?

Let him live a good life?

Just as Cole was pondering whether to ask the Stargazer if he had any other requests,

A sudden wave of dazedness, originating from the depths of my spiritual being, washed over me.

Everything around me began to distort and blur.

……

Chris, atop the tower, watched silently as Cole's celestial body was submerged in the lake, then transformed into a tiny point of light and flew into the astral projection.

He turned and walked to the silver pedestal, looking at the secret box that was quietly placed on the pedestal. His gaze shifted slightly, and his fingers gently touched the secret box, carefully feeling the coolness emanating from it.

next moment.

Chris communicates with the Star Key in his mind, and a sense of detachment washes over him.

Everything before his eyes became blurry, enveloped by colorful spots of light. When everything returned to normal, he saw his own bedroom.

Just as he returned to reality, he heard a series of regular knocks coming from the direction of the living room.

"Knock knock knock~"