Tempest Sea, a barren and uninhabited island.

This place is not far from the southern continent, but it does not belong there geographically, the reason why Klein chose this island as the place where he was promoted to the "Ancient Scholar" is that he wants to avoid Amon and Zarathu to the greatest extent and not enter the area where the "Mother Tree of Desire" has extensive influence, and secondly, because the berserk sea is shrouded in the remnants of the "Grim Reaper", rounding is equal to the country of the "Goddess of the Night".

Moreover, it is very desolate, there are no living creatures, and there is no need to worry about accidents affecting innocent people...... Crane looked around and began to set up the ritual, bringing the corresponding materials back to the real world from the gray mist.

Immediately afterwards, he flipped through the thick ancient historical materials and extracted some of the records that he could not be sure of and could not be judged by "divination".

Syllable!

With a flick of his hand, red flames erupted, engulfing the stack of papers.

- The "Ancient Scholar" potions require a large amount of authentic ancient historical records, so Crane doesn't want to risk using the ones he can't determine, preferring to have fewer of them.

After making the selection, he first poured the blood of Fugen's dog into the cauldron, and then put a few pre-weighed hoarfrost crystals into it.

As soon as the two auxiliary materials came into contact, a thin mist rose up, and it wrapped the vessel, half a man tall and an arm's width apart.

Crane glanced at it, followed his spiritual intuition, temporarily gave up adding the last auxiliary material, and first asked the secret puppet Enyoui to grab the flocculent heart of the fog demon wolf and throw the white mist condensation-like thing into the cauldron.

At the same time as the hoarfrost condensed from Enyuni's arm, the mist that filled the vessel became extremely thick, and contracted and expanded, as if it had a life force of its own, and the heart was beating slowly.

Without hesitation, Crane manipulated his secret puppet Enyuni to pick up a pair of eyeballs from the Dog of Fugan and stuff the two dark red flame-like things into a thick fog that seemed to be substance.

The fog was rapidly darkening, and Crane couldn't see the cauldron at the core.

He didn't panic, and very calmly let the other secret puppet throw the real ancient history materials page by page into the dark fog

The fog gradually collapsed inward, and after "digesting" the historical records, it finally fell back into the cauldron like water vapor, turning into a liquid and gaseous dark red thing, almost the size of a baby's head.

Seeing this scene, Crane untied the pendulum in the cuff of his left wrist and used the method of "divination" to confirm whether the potion was successfully concocted.

This time, he got the revelation that the mass was rather dangerous, but barely bearable.

And this means that the potion is successfully concocted.

Even if it is strictly concocted according to the formula, the potion of Sequence 3 is equivalent to poison, and if you can survive it, you will be promoted, and if you can't hold it, you will go crazy, lose control, or even die violently...... Crane stared at the rapidly rotating citrine pendant counterclockwise for a few seconds, then pulled the silver chain up and rewound it around his left wrist.

His eyes immediately fell on the potion floating in the cauldron, and thoughts flashed through his mind:

"In addition to the keywords such as 'thriller', 'horror', 'director', and 'incomprehensible ability', the role of 'sophist' should also have elements such as mystery, unknown, complex, and elusive fate...... This one is the behavior style, and the other is the attribute itself......

"And for me, the origin is so mysterious that I haven't even figured out the truth myself, the experience is so complicated that I have prevented the true god from coming, scared the king of angels, and the fate is so elusive that I can't even understand the 'Mercury Serpent', so I have already played it in advance, and naturally digested that part of the potion, and there is no need to summarize the rules......

"This really reflects the word 'weird'......

"Well, the ritual of the 'Ancient Scholar' requires that it be completely detached from reality for at least 300 years, and after taking potions after I have become history and do not belong to the current era, I am sealed in a cocoon, and the life of hanging above the gray mist is satisfying and more than enough, but after becoming Klein, I have experienced too many things in more than a year, and I have left a mark on the present day, will it affect the effect of the ritual?

"I think it will...... Luckily, it's less than two years, and the imprint won't be too deep and barely acceptable, after all, I can't hang myself for another 300 years before taking potions...... The end of the world is still more than ten years away!

"Moreover, my knowledge of ancient history is definitely far better than that of any 'sophist', and even if I have done a very effective role in advance, I will definitely be able to avoid a lot of dangers......"

As his thoughts raced, Crane took a deep breath and didn't think about it anymore.

Wearing a silk top hat and a double-breasted tweed coat, his skin suddenly became transparent, and worms containing three-dimensional layered symbols emerged.

The transparent worms scurried to move, as if they were about to crawl into the dense mist of the cauldron, leaving only empty clothes and hats in place.

Barely able to control this state, Crane calmly stretched out his right hand and picked up the potion of the mist entwined.

The potion seemed to have no weight, and it came to his face with a flutter.

Crane opened his mouth and inhaled sharply.

The potion suddenly deformed, stretching into Crane's mouth, making him feel like he was devouring a dark red glow.

The transparent worms swarmed back into their bodies, tore off some potions, and swallowed them into their stomachs.

Due to the special form of its mythical creatures, which are both a whole and divided into many small parts, Crane can only take potions in this way.

Of course, it would be much easier if he could handle incomplete mythical creatures.

Silently, Crane felt a cold feeling spread through each "spirit worm", and there was a slight burning pain.

Immediately before his eyes appeared a familiar, invisible gray mist, which enveloped the entire world, revealing some of Klein's past experiences below.

This includes the details of his life as he creates horror legends, talks to the evil spirits of the "Red Angel", seeks out Miss "Justice" to heal the demigod Luca's runaway signs, hunts Herwin Lambis, deals with Amun's clone, takes revenge on Ince Zangwill, explores Calderon City, infiltrates St. Samuel's Church, travels the seas, stops the "True Creator from coming", and saves Tingen.

They are entangled with different people and things, very complex, converging into an ocean, Crane "flies" on it, unable to find a sufficiently accurate and clear self-positioning, there is a feeling of being lost in this area, and the cold meaning and burning pain drive him to keep moving forward, in order to vent his influence, it is difficult to return to the real world.

Crane barely managed to control the sensation, struggling to find something to determine himself as consciousness drifted and his body slowly declined.

Finally, he saw a broken spot of light in the depths of the gray mist, at the end of the sea, and his heart moved, and he flew over with a starry attitude according to his intuition.

In that spot of light is a figure hanging on the blurred light door, he is contained in a transparent "silkworm cocoon", swaying gently, looking like the original Zhou Mingrui, which has nothing to do with the surroundings, alone and can be easily grasped.

I couldn't see it with the "Yesterday Reappear" charm before, but now I can...... In other words, in the process of promotion, I can indirectly influence the "Source Fort" above the gray fog? and so on, my thinking ability has been restored...... Klein's consciousness suddenly cleared up a lot, and he finally understood what the essence of the ritual was.

Eliminate the distractions of details, provide a clear and accurate positioning for yourself as an "ancient scholar", and prevent getting lost!

Following similar spots, Crane began to "fly" into the depths of the gray mist, with no end in sight, and on the way, he found that the surrounding fog was scattered with various fragments of light, ranging from the colonial stage, to the reign of Russell, to the War of Oathbreaker, the White Rose War, and the Twenty Years' War...... These are the fifth-age histories that Klein knew.

As Klein passed through them, his consciousness naturally diverged, completing an invisible connection and positioning more clearly.

The Pale Age, the War of the Four Emperors, the Trenthorst Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, the United Empire, the First and Second Empires of Solomon, the fall of the Red Angel, the "Blood Emperor" becoming a god, the return of the "Black Emperor" and other historical fragments continue to trace back to Klein, and have emerged in different places in the endless gray mist, like stars in the black night sky, illuminating the traveler's homecoming.

During this kind of travel, Crane only felt that he was becoming more and more awake, and the coldness and burning sensation of each "spirit worm" became less and less.

He could have turned around and returned to the real world, but he didn't stop, flying forward with pleasure.

The deadly attack of the "Redemption Rose", the three angels of pure white, storm, and wisdom share the ancient sun god, the "Giant Court" conspires, and the night, the earth, and the Church of the God of War hide as a secret organization and other patches of light flash in the gray mist, and the more Klein goes forward, the more comfortable he becomes, and there is a feeling that he is about to fly when he is "running".

At some point, a group of terrifying canine-like creatures with dark red flames burning in their eye sockets and their bodies covered in pitch-black shorthair appeared, and they ran wildly in the gray mist with no bottom in sight, following Klein's sides, like companions, like guards.

Of these, two are one-eyed.

Crane glanced left and right, smiled, and continued to swim into the depths of the gray mist.

Portions of the Twin Age of the Second Age, the Age of the First Flame of Fire swept past him, showing him the way forward, and at last, Crane came to a halt in front of a lone fragment of light, a withered and decaying forest and a normal-sized tomb.

He looked further, and the gray mist was silently thick, and out of nowhere, shards of light floated.

Feeling the depletion of spirituality, Klein did not search, and his consciousness was connected to the location of the starting point, and he fell sharply.

As the gray mist faded rapidly, Crane felt his body and saw the cauldron in front of him.

He didn't care about the current state, subconsciously raised his head and looked into the air.

He saw the gray mist directly, and saw the ancient majestic palace above the gray mist.

The mysterious space was vibrating gently.

............

Beckland, a postman on a bicycle, stopped, tilted his head slightly, and pressed the monocle in his right eye.

He immediately whispered to himself:

"Fort of the Source......

After a few seconds of pause, the young man with a thin face curled the corners of his mouth and laughed, his expression full of anticipation.

In the eastern part of the same city, in a rental house, figures suspended in the air swayed slightly, and at the same time made a sound:

"Source Fort ......"

Under St. Samuel's Church, Leonard Mitchell, who was arranging tasks for the team, suddenly heard a slightly old voice in his head:

"Source Fort ......"

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Nine Heavenly God Emperors