Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

A gentle, motherly hand grasped her soul's shoulders, slowly pushing her into the dreamland on the other side.

The water pressure gradually increased.

It was nowhere near as intense as her first nightmare. Instead of being shocking or stressful, it felt like the gentle, joyful, and dreamlike moment when she returned home after spending a week or two at boarding school during her childhood.

However, the dreamlike state only lasts for a short while.

The next moment, the Upside-Down Temple pulled her to a depth of 25km underwater. The temple's power tried its best to hold her back, but she did not stay there. Instead, she sank further down to Laurel Forest.

In the laurel forest, having lost the protection of the temple and relying solely on her soul to endure, she could feel that the water pressure was already quite high.

After all, 20000m is the domain of Sequence 5. If it weren't for Ms. Bernice's preparation of the potion, she would probably find it easier to go down than up at this distance.

Tia summoned several spirit crows from the laurel grove and then called Freya over. Tia then led the group of spirits to swim in the deep sea.

Gradually, moonlight began to shine down in the distance, illuminating the dark seabed. A mirage-like forest scene appeared before our eyes, but like many nightmares, the angle was extremely strange.

They are like two-dimensional illusions that suddenly appear in a three-dimensional world, but they are different. From any angle, you can see the tranquil and peaceful scene of this dense forest. It seems to stretch for tens of thousands of meters, but it does not have a complete shape.

The language and mathematics of mainstream education in the material world are difficult to describe, and have exceeded the scope of human intuition.

Tia told Freya and the others to wait outside while she herself entered the nightmare.

Eleanor remained asleep on the forest path, but because she was asleep, the mystical visions in the dense forest were not very active.

Eleanor's soul was fine. After Tia checked her over, she found no damage except that her soul was still relatively weak and her sleeping posture was still very bad.

But as soon as they left this nightmare in the dense forest and returned to the deep sea, Freya rushed over and said, "Witch! Two crows have discovered a node with remnants of a ritual at the edge of this nightmare."

Tia was taken aback: "The ritual's starting point? Take me there immediately!"

Freya immediately set up Nightmare Entanglement and led Tia to dive deep into the location of the node. A particularly conspicuous shrine-shaped node caught Tia's attention.

Without a doubt, this is a purely man-made object.

Tia sensed the spiritual rhythm and asked in bewilderment, "Is this a prophet's ritual?"

She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but she could still tell what kind of road it belonged to.

This is interesting. An unknown prophet specifically placed a ritual node next to the unfinished sanctuary of Eleanor—or rather, the cursed successive generations of the Morne royal family!

This is something that even Lady Bernice and Jeremiah, who was in charge of removing the curse from Eleanor, probably didn't know.

That means this node was probably only recently created.

Deploying nodes in the deep sea is an extremely difficult task.

Firstly, apart from nightmares and spirits, other entities in the deep sea lack fixed laws of motion and time references—unless turbulence occurs, time is stagnant or even chaotic;

Secondly, the water pressure and pollution in the deep sea are severe, making it difficult for most rituals to take effect.

To ensure the smooth operation of the ceremony, continuous maintenance is necessary.

Tia pondered, "Freya, since there's a ritual, someone has to maintain it. Let's leave two crows to keep an eye on this point, and go back to Laurel Forest to have the Shrike determine the origin of this ritual point."

Chapter 308 The Slingshot of the Palace of Wisdom

Just as Tia returned to Laurelwood.

In the deep darkness 28000 meters underwater, a deep-diving ritual is taking effect, and several prophets are surfacing.

Led by a prophet in white robes, three prophets in blue robes followed closely behind. The faces of these three prophets were very indistinct, only vaguely resembling some features of the Celestials; they all looked as if they were wearing masks, only they were excessively strong, each resembling a muscular demon.

The white-robed prophet's face was clearly visible; she was a woman with delicate and beautiful features, who looked to be only in her early thirties. Judging from her somewhat gray hair, her face was well-maintained.

While her 1.7-meter frame wasn't considered tall, it was still robust and powerful. The well-defined muscles on her arms allowed her to easily wield the armored knight's hydraulic hammer, and even deliver a combo attack with a jumping slash.

From any perspective, this group of people has nothing to do with the stereotypical image of a delicate and frail prophet.

Several blue-robed prophets respectfully asked, "Ms. Claire, is there anything else that needs to be arranged?"

The white-robed prophet Claire, who was in the lead, said thoughtfully, "I still need to go to another 40,000 meters to set up the jump node. Once you've finished your work, prepare to return to the Wisdom Palace. By the way—how's the node at 30,000 meters that we haven't been able to resolve going?"

A blue-robed prophet stepped forward, bowed, and said, “Madam! The setup is complete. The location of the previous node was a cursed nightmare associated with the Morn royal family. It had been targeted by the sage Jeremiah since April, and we were forced to destroy the node.”

"But we did not fail in our mission—just recently Jeremiah’s attention shifted, and we rebuilt the node and confirmed its connection to the ritual nodes of the 20,000-meter, 10,000-meter, and material worlds."

Claire said with satisfaction, "Very good, Polly! However, it's still somewhat dangerous to be targeted by Jeremiah. You stay in the deep sea for now and prioritize ensuring the node remains hidden. Secondly, maintain the normal operation of the ritual."

"Madam! Are you still going to stay in the deep sea?"

The prophet named Poli spoke in a voice that was almost like spitting out silk, full of weakness and powerlessness, like a beast of burden who had been working overtime until midnight for half a month straight.

Claire glanced at it and said, "Any objections?"

"No, I wouldn't dare..."

Polly quickly lowered his head. The Palace of Wisdom was strictly hierarchical; nothing else mattered except for sequence level. Faced with Claire's extraordinary power at Sequence 4, his words as a Sequence 6 who had descended to this level through drug use were utterly meaningless.

The entire Wisdom Palace is like the worldview of those with strong magnetic fields. A million rotating magnetic fields are more powerful than a hundred thousand rotating ones; the strong should bully the weak. Upper-level prophets bully mid-level prophets, and mid-level prophets in turn bully lower-level prophets.

Endless.

The white-robed prophet Claire chuckled twice and then dived deeper into the depths.

Two colleagues nearby quickly came over and exclaimed:

"Polly, you're really unlucky. You finally got to the node and could rebuild, but then you got stuck with that woman Claire!"

"Hey! Good luck, we're heading back to the material world now. We'll treat you to drinks when you get back."

"Shh! Keep your voice down, Claire isn't far yet, we can't let her know we're drinking."

The two prophets immediately fell silent, keeping their mouths shut. This was something they couldn't say too much about. It was fine if they knew it was against the doctrine in private, but Ms. Claire was a fundamentalist old-fashioned person, and the matter of drinking was absolutely forbidden.

The two of them offered a few words of comfort to the disheartened Polly, and then quickly floated back to the material world.

Helpless, Polly swam to the distant realm of Eleanor's nightmares and found the shrine node that had been placed in advance.

He got angry just looking at the shrine and said grumpily, "It's me again! It's me again! I always have to do this dirty and tiring work, it's deadly!"

"We still have to clean up your messes and maintain the upper-level nodes! Go eat shit!"

Despite saying that, Polly still angrily surfaced, searching for two ritual nodes near 20000m and 10000m.

And in the deep darkness behind him.

Two pairs of eerie green eyes, like burning will-o'-the-wisps, spread for twenty or thirty centimeters in the viscous seawater with a few "crackling" sounds. Their jet-black wings melted into the seawater. One followed Polly at a distance, while the other flew swiftly towards the Laurel Forest.

At this moment.

While in the laurel forest, still bewildered as Tia described the characteristics of the ritual, Shrike said, "What you're describing sounds like some kind of jump node."

Tia genuinely didn't know, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"It is a special ritual that projects into the deep sea, or a supernatural ritual that is set up in the deep sea simply to enhance the limits of deep diving."

Shrew explained, "You humans know what a slingshot is, right? It's something you hold a stone on a piece of elastic cloth and then launch. This thing is like a slingshot in the deep sea. If used well, it can reach depths far beyond your limits, or launch rituals into the deep sea, but there will definitely be some pollution."

"Moreover, you can't have just one slingshot. In the deep sea, the space becomes chaotic over long distances, so you need to place one at least 20,000 meters away, otherwise you might not be able to shoot anything far."

The shrike was still unsure, so it picked up a branch and hopped over to Tia's feet, asking, "Can you draw me?"

"That's no problem."

Tia felt confident that her drawing skills had been honed by Eleanor, so she should have no problem drawing. She quickly and skillfully drew the shrike on the ground.

After glancing at Tia's hand-drawn line art, which was so abstract that even spirits couldn't understand it, Shrike couldn't resist.

Are you human?

Tia retorted, displeased, "What do you mean? I'm a pure-blooded human!"

"My goodness! Don't try to fool me with your gestures. I am the Ouroboros. Please take me to see the ceremony instead."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Puff puff!

A great raven flapped its wings and made an emergency landing in the laurel grove, saying to the shrike, "Boss! We've seen a human! A prophet! A human prophet! He's arranged many rituals!"

"We just casually pecked it all to pieces!"

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At a depth of 4.6 meters in the deep sea, the remains of the twin serpent "Plague Fortress" sanctuary were found.

After the sanctuary was destroyed, it became almost useless because it had no master and was a chaotic mess, merging with the deep sea.

Its only use is that the sanctuary's residual power still exists, preventing sentient beings without intelligence from approaching it.

Therefore, after setting up a node at 3.5 meters, Claire came here to set up a ceremonial node.

Of course, it would be even better if it were a nightmare like the one involving the Ansu royal family, which is close to the Sanctuary, but that's all a matter of luck, and Claire didn't want to waste her time on that.

But after setting up the nodes, Claire checked them and found something was wrong.

"50,000 meters is not enough. According to this calculation, even if the target is accelerated to its maximum speed above 30,000 meters, and then accelerated further below 30,000 meters, it can only be driven to 500,000 meters at most. Then it will take another 7,600 years to sink the target to the unfathomable depths of the ocean at 2.9 million meters."

Claire frowned and said, "According to this calculation, the next Prophet's Year will have already ended. Their calculations are probably flawed."

It's not just a matter of calculation.

Claire felt a deep sense of powerlessness when she thought about how the great achievements of the great prophets in the Palace of Wisdom spanned thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Have they all lost their minds? Do they really think they can control their destiny? Are they so arrogant as to believe that their plan can run smoothly for thousands of years?

Claire didn't know, nor did she care. As a prophet from one of the few branches of prophets in the Palace of Wisdom, she didn't want to get involved in these fanciful grand plans, nor did she want to harm those promising young people.

So she left the honest and dutiful Polly to work at the seemingly safe Moen royal nightmare at 30,000 meters, instead of taking the three of them with her to sea as Wisdom Palace had requested.

After all, it's a royal possession.

Even if it's bad, how bad can it get!

As Claire was thinking this, she saw several cracks appear on the relief statue in the newly set-up shrine-shaped ritual node.

Upon seeing this, the white-robed prophet was stunned, not understanding what was going on.

Upon close inspection, the ceremony itself was also without any problems.

However, the ritual and the higher-level ritual nodes are no longer connected!

"Is there a problem with the upper-level node? What is Polly doing up there?!"

"not good!"

Claire immediately checked the status of the upper-level nodes, and then everything went black.

The Father of all things is above!

Damn Poring, incompetent Poring!

The three most important ritual milestones—30,000 meters, 20,000 meters, and 10,000 meters—were all disrupted right under his nose!

Chapter 309 Vera: What is all this?

"Confirmed, this is the key to the warp slingshot."

Shrike followed Tia back to Laurel Forest, exclaiming in disbelief, "They've set up three at once! Are they planning to invade someone's sanctuary?!"

The thought of this shrike made him tremble, and he nervously jumped up and down to rub against Tia's thigh.

With its meager abilities, even a Sequence 4 from the material world would be enough to give it a run for its money! If a whole squad of armored knights or something came, it would be reduced to a stray crow!

Tia ruthlessly kicked it aside and asked, "Is this related to the deep-sea turbulence a while ago?"

"No, that shouldn't be the case. Even if this kind of slingshot causes turbulence, it's a very rapid one, like when your temple flies up, whoosh!"

"But the turbulence a while ago was too intense and too calm, like a wrestling match, so it definitely has nothing to do with these rituals."

After Shrike finished explaining, Tia frowned, still not understanding what these prophets were doing.

She didn't even understand their background.

Tia said, "Let's leave that aside for now. Shrike, you keep an eye on Eleanor's nightmares."

"You don't need to tell me that."

The shrike was still shaken, fearing that some divine being had come after it, but asked fearfully, "What should we do with those prophets?"

"Don't worry about them for now. If they're really after Eleanor, they'll come back sooner or later. There's no need to kill the prophet who's wandering outside the nightmare right now."