Nightingale crouched down and touched the ground with her fingers, and when she raised her hand, both saw that her fingers were clean, not even a trace of dust had been stained.

That in itself speaks for itself.

If the battle of divine will continues to be reincarnated, the Radiant Clan will certainly not be the first to attempt to explore the Bottomless Realm. Whether you fall or deliberately jump, you should leave a trace, not to mention the stones and dirt that naturally roll down.

After a long time, this place is still as new as ever, and it can only be assumed that someone is constantly cleaning the bottom of the sinkhole.

"Hey, Wendy, can you hear me?" said the nightingale with a listening sigil, but no one responded, "No...... It seems to be out of reach. ”

"Even if you don't exceed the distance, it doesn't necessarily work. "If the gods don't intend to let people leave with secrets, it shouldn't be too difficult for them to block the communication. ”

"Okay......" she shrugged, "what are we going to do next?"

Anna stared at the strip of light on the ground for a long time before she spoke, "Do you think these 'lights' are guiding us?"

They flickered with great regularity, ripples out from the soles of their feet, and vanished into the darkness - except where the three of them were standing, there was no movement, as if they were still asleep.

The Silent Calamity tried to take a few steps in the opposite direction, and the light followed suit, but the direction of the swing was always the same.

"It seems so. ”

"The gods' invitation...... Interesting," Nightingale said, holding her rifle in her hand, "and let's see it." ”

The three of them followed the light strip and slowly walked to the bottom of the secluded cave, and after about ten minutes, a bright entrance appeared in front of them.

Compared to the previous time when they couldn't see their fingers, the next journey was undoubtedly relieving - after all, no one likes to walk in a strange place shrouded in darkness and not knowing where the end is, although they are still underground, at least they can see the road around them.

"Is this really the realm of consciousness......" Nightingale couldn't help but ask.

"Why do you say that?" said Anna, turning around.

"Because it has to do with consciousness," she scratched her head, "whether it's called the realm of consciousness or the source of magic, it sounds like something ethereal." But this place ......"

"It's like it's been made. The Scourge of Silence suddenly spoke.

In this long passage, neither the walls nor the floor have anything to do with the word ethereal. They are hard and flat, with sharp edges and corners, which are pleasing to the eye. At the same time, these translucent metal blocks can also automatically emit bright lights, whether they are stepped on or pressed by hand, they will react, and they will light up as fast as they are pressed, and sometimes some incomprehensible symbols will jump out, and they do not have the majesty and indifference of the gods that reject people thousands of miles away.

"Maybe the realm of consciousness is made," Anna's reply made the two of them slightly stunned, "by people like you and me...... Or civilization. ”

Nightingale swallowed, "The other party ...... Aren't they gods?"

"The two are not in conflict," Anna shook her head, "I've heard Roland say that Arashi calls it a god because that's the easiest way to say it. It's like to ants, we're like gods—"

She shuddered, "That's an disgusting statement. ”

"Definitely. Silent agreed unexpectedly, "But I can understand." ”

The nightingale was about to say something more when he suddenly realized that the passage had come to an end.

"It's ...... Gone wrong?"

Soon, however, she heard a faint hissing sound, and a beam of light swept quickly over the three of them, and their appearance appeared on the wall at the end.

Even Anna was taken aback by this change.

But before the three of them could react more, the walls quietly dissolved into countless hexagons, and a huge circular space appeared in front of them.

Its edge was a looping track, separated by a transparent "glass wall" in the center, through which they could clearly see a sphere of astonishing volume spinning below, and the sphere seemed to be not a physical object, but a fluid made of electricity and light! Countless lightning bolts traveled up and down the pipe wall, each like a thunderbolt piercing the sky. Despite being separated by only one layer of glass, the space is so quiet that it seems that the drastic changes inside it have nothing to do with the outside world.

The three of them couldn't help but hold their breath, and whoever saw this scene would be sincerely shocked—no one could have imagined that such a magnificent creation could be hidden under an overseas island.

To their surprise, a suspended tube floated out of the wall, flew up to Anna, and opened the cover.

No matter how sluggish they were, the three of them understood what each other meant.

The Scourge of Silence and the Nightingale looked at Anna together, waiting for her to make a choice. The latter stared at Roland for a long time before slowly letting go of his hands. Pulled by the black fire, Roland's eyes were firmly placed in the jar, and then the lid was closed, and the tube floated back into the wall, embedded in it tightly, as if disappearing into the wall.

"We ...... Is this a success?" muttered the nightingale.

"I don't know. Anna whispered back, "But at least we've accomplished our goal, and all we can do is wait." ”

......

The dark starry sky faded away, and white light filled all the vision.

In the midst of this infinite whiteness, a long staircase "appeared" at Roland's feet—this time there were no snowflakes, no familiar ceilings, and his gaze looked to the other end of the road, only to see that the staircase connected to a flat clearing, and nothing else.

I see......

He now understood why Arashi would say that when the eroded passage appeared, he would naturally feel it.

The two worlds are so different that only the blind cannot see it.

Nine times out of ten, according to Arashi, this was the realm of the gods - but he didn't know if it was Epsillon's astrolabe that provided the last expansion of the dream world, or whether the expeditionary force had successfully completed its goal to get him there.

But it doesn't make much sense to think about it now.

Roland took a step up the stairs.

It wasn't a long journey, and it wasn't long before he reached the clearing. In the center of the clearing is a uniquely shaped throne on which a masked figure sits upright. The whole scene is extremely monotonous and concise, far from the "God's Domain" he imagined.

Roland thought that the gods would create an extremely glorious and solemn hall to give him a dismount, but he didn't expect the other party to be so simple, and he didn't know what tone to use to greet him for a while.

"You are...... Gods?"

In the end, he chose the most stable way to open.

In case the other party is just a divine envoy or a guide or something, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous.

"You can call me that, kid. "But I prefer another term - the Guardian of Wisdom." ”