The ancient Romanesque city in the depths of the sea is now in front of Kaiim. And the purpose of his trip is to meet the spiritual shells in this ancient city, and then take the pearls it possesses. Entrance 3 may be extremely difficult, as Shui Yu said, but Kaim now has no time to think about anything more. Without the slightest hesitation, Kaiim settled down and walked directly into the ancient city.

The atmosphere around it was like a quiet church, but Kaim didn't know if it was a church or not, because he had never been to a church, and he didn't know if there was such a thing as a church on the continent of Onyx. It's just that the surrounding glass shimmered with a multicolored shimmer, and the mottled shimmer of green and red made Kaim feel dizzy. Then light blue and golden yellow haunted Kaiim's heart like a dream. It was a quiet room, with no one but Kaiim, long wooden chairs lined up to the end of the room, and a high wooden table like a lectern in front of it was at the forefront, which Kaim felt was like a classroom.

There's not even a figure here, let alone the Psionic Shell here. Kaim thought about it and decided to leave the empty room. The door to the exit was open, just in the last corner of the room. Kaim paced down from the front of the room, rubbing his fingers against the wooden chair next to him, not stained with the slightest dust. Each wooden bench was as clean as new, and Kaim imagined an old woman cleaning the room every day. There was a faint glimmer of light at the exit, it was a pure white light, and the moment before Kaim walked out of the door, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced back at the quiet room for the last time, and then took a step towards the flickering light.

In front of him is a dazzling pure white light, and the surrounding body is like a whirlpool-like torrent. Kaim's body didn't fluctuate with the torrent, and he walked gently in the direction of the dazzling light. The glare dissipated, the torrent disappeared, and Kaiim came back to his senses and opened his eyes, his body still in the church-like room. His gaze swept across the room, and unlike the previous time Kaim had been in the room, an elderly woman was gently sweeping the floor with a broom in her hand in the middle of the wooden bench. Her expression was quiet and peaceful, as if she hadn't noticed Kaim's presence. Kaim's throat rolled slightly, and he walked in the woman's direction. The sound of his footsteps rattled through the room, but the woman remained unconscious, and didn't even glance at Kaim.

Finally, Kayim was standing in front of her. She wears a thick red coat and a light green scarf. The years had left deep grooves on her face, but even with the wrinkles and the crooked back, she still waved the broom in her hand and did everything she could. Kaim looked at the woman with a faint sense of familiarity, but he was sure that he had never met her.

"Auntie, I want to ask, can the door at the back leave this room?"

Kaiim finally mustered up the courage to speak first, but even so, he was worried that his question was too strange for the old woman in front of him to find strange. His voice swirled through the quiet church, but fell into the dust with the gentle swing of a broom. There was no response, and the old woman in front of her didn't even take the initiative to look at Kaiim. It's as if Kaiim's existence is nothing.

What does your inner feeling feel when the whole world thinks you don't exist? Or do you not actually exist, but in your imagination you still exist in this world? No one cares where you came from or where you went, because you are just a little bit of the dust of the world. When Kaim finally decided that it was indeed a church, it was because he found a European lamp on the ceiling above his head, and there was a portrait of a one-armed god. It was a man with a rough face, holding a steel fork and a faint golden circle of light flashing on his head. Kaiim had never seen such a god, but he knew it was a one-armed god.

In addition, Kaim knew exactly that there was no light on the continent of Onix, so why did the European-style lighting on the ceiling exist. The oval-shaped lamp group will definitely shine brightly when it is lit, and if there is such a thing as light in this world, it will definitely bring a lot of convenience. But Kaim was not a scientist, he didn't even know the exact structure of the electric light, and he didn't even know where the tungsten filament came from.

Kaim suddenly stretched out his palm and gently reached out to the old woman's arm. The moment the fingertips touched the arm, from that point on, the old woman's form began to melt like mercury, silver points of light flickered, and then danced gently in the air in front of Kaiim, and finally turned into a galaxy, floating towards the exit at the back of the room. Even with such a strange scene, Kaiim was not surprised at all, but had a faint sense of relief. The ridiculous painting on the ceiling was still there, and the one-armed god, who looked like an angel and looked like an uncle, looked at Kaim quietly.

Kaiim smiled inexplicably, then took another step and followed the galaxy of silver points of light, without the slightest hesitation, this time leaving the room without looking back.

It was still the familiar pure white light, and there was still a swirling torrent around him. Kaim could even imagine what was going to happen next. He walked forward with a gentle step, towards the path of reincarnation that was destined to be endless. When his body was once again exposed to the air, Kaim was convinced that it was a church, as there were statues and images of gods in front of him, and countless lights flickering around him. And a small body sitting on the wooden table in the first row caught Kaiim's attention.

She was dressed in a snow-white robe, and her short silver-white hair was dazzling. Her face was fair, her facial features were delicate and upright, and she was the most beautiful person Kayim had ever said he had ever seen. Only this time, she didn't do her most classic move, even though she still wore the black frame that Kaim had given her on the bridge of her nose.

She looked at Kaiim, and Kaim also looked at her, and this moment seemed to stand still, and all the worlds reincarnated had nothing to do with Kaiim.