Those who enter this door give up all hope - of course there is no such vulgar sentence written on this door, but Frick still thinks of this sentence inexplicably. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Around them stood a large number of gray and white stones, apparently hand-cut and stacked in large chunks around them, creating towering rocky mountains. Frick noticed that the stones seemed to be arranged in a particular way, and some of the rocks were carved with incredible patterns.

Between the vast rocky mountains lined with unfamiliar geometry, the silvery gate, which was so large that it was speechless, stood in front like a barrier. Some fantastic geometric patterns are depicted on its pedestal, but many more parts have been buried in a thick dust.

When it was just standing at the end of the horizon, Frick could already clearly feel its enormity, and there was no way to even look beyond it to see the scenery beyond. And when he finally stepped on the door, he couldn't even look up at the top of the door, he could only feel the pressure of silence.

The sky was still gray, and the world was covered with heavy clouds, so that no light could be seen, and it was difficult to tell if it was day or night. With only a few rays of light shining through the clouds, it's one of the few sights in the world that can dazzle you.

On closer inspection, its construction appears rather rustic, with few decorative patterns left on the smooth silver surface, leaving only a few fragments of fragmented and fragmented ancient text. A beam of light dropped from high in the sky hit the surface of the door as if it had been guided in some way.

Soon after approaching the gate, the illusionary spectacle around them gradually stabilized, and finally faded into the distant twilight. As if they were self-conscious, they actively moved away from the door, as if there was something to fear them.

Maybe that's it...... I don't know if it's appropriate to call it a living thing.

Without saying a word, it crouched on the rock beside the gate, covered in a heavy fabric of dull color, resembling a human form. However, he was almost twice as large as a human, and the outline of his body was blurred, and from time to time a few fine black particles would float out, and his limbs that were exposed from under the fabric would undergo some kind of change, briefly taking on a beast-like form.

When Frick crossed a certain line under the leadership of William Coulter, the "heads" wrapped in heavy fabric immediately turned in their direction. It may have been staring at the two of them, but Flick didn't realize how it could see through the thick fabric that was tightly knit.

Perhaps it is some kind of creature beyond human cognition, which cannot be analyzed by the logic of reality, and the human-like body shape is only an appearance. After all, this is the world of ideas, and the species that live here are completely different from real creatures that rely on material bodies for sensory interactions.

"So, you didn't take the guidance? you at last bypassed the shallow shores, avoided the insatiable guides, and were not even noticed by the fish lurking in the abyss...... Just relying on his own strength, he crossed the wasteland of illusion and arrived at the place where the door is?"

The next moment, the creature spoke to them - but it wasn't quite accurate to say "talking", as it didn't seem to speak or make a sound. Some stiff imperial Chinese circulated in his brain, and the human-like tone made people feel a chill.

The creature did not need to communicate in words, its will seeped directly into their spirit. Almost in hindsight, Frick only now remembered that this was a spiritual world, and therefore the flesh that was a bulwark could not protect them, and his will was exposed here.

He stammered for a moment, not knowing how to respond to the question posed by the being, and he took a few steps back in fear in the face of the oppression that came from the other side.

Dr. Kurt had been prepared, he had probably seen many spiritual beings, so he did not flinch in the face of this terrifying existence. Instead, he calmly began to answer the questions raised by his counterpart, again without making a sound.

Apparently this is some kind of ritual-like act, with William Coulter's fingers tracing fantastic structures in the void. This process does not require the use of human language, but rather the way in which it is recorded in ancient texts that resemble the words of a madman.

It is an extremely ancient form of existence, which existed in the spiritual world long before the age of mythology, before the ancestors of mankind established civilization. And when the cataclysm destroyed everything on the planet, it was only watching everything burn in the field.

Its essence was probably more terrifying than the terrible guides that William Coulter had spoken of, crouching in front of the silver door was a higher being than those creatures. This gate separates the spiritual shallow and deep realms, and it is the true caretaker of the gate.

Dr. Kurt had already planned for many things before entering the realm of the spirit world, so he knew that the "caretakers" would be waiting at the door to ask them questions - and he was prepared to deal with his problems.

But as if he had already seen the connections behind everything, the caretaker already knew a little of the pages of the future, of Kurt's arrival. It already knew what the obsessive sorcerer was after, and it knew that he was no longer afraid.

After all, nothing can stop a gambler who is ready to take a gamble, and he has put everything he has into the exploration of the deep spirit...... This even included his life. If that was the only way to knock on the door of truth, then he would do it.

Perhaps, as the sages recorded, nine times out of ten the person who stepped through the door could not return, but what if he could get rid of the ultimate spirit, he could not go back?

So he answered the questions of the caretaker with all his might, and for some reason he felt that this great being was not as terrifying as many sages had described in ancient texts. It appears to be a large humanoid in shape, and there is no hint of malice in its conversation.

So much so that he almost wondered if the alien creature described in the ancient texts really existed—or if it might have taken on a different form in the eyes of different people, and now it had just for some reason put away that terrifying face in front of them.

Whatever the facts, the communication went smoothly, and as the ritual progressed, he was able to comprehend what the caretaker was saying, and translate the thoughts in his mind into clear sentences to the being who had guarded the door for a long time.

"You don't need to think about how to call me the way you do, because my name is not something you can pronounce. "I've met many of your kind, and you may not be the best of them, but you've still got a ticket to enter this door—so now it's ready for you, and you can step through it and continue your journey." ”

The caretaker's intentions were clear, and everything that followed was exactly what William Kurt had chosen, and if he was mentally prepared he could head behind the door. And if he feels frightened and can choose to give up, then he doesn't have to move forward, he just needs to follow the path he came from and return safely.

He's just the caretaker of this gate, so he wouldn't be kind enough to tell Kurt what the world behind the door is...... But there is no doubt that there is only more danger and ominousness there. There may be many people who visit this place, and when it comes to making a choice, they have already retreated and returned to the real world.

"I'm going to keep going. ”

So he replied in a firm tone: "I will continue to go on and embark on the path that only a few sages have taken, and walk on the narrow path that is only a step away from the abyss." Even if the road is full of insoluble fear, I will continue to move forward until I reach the next door. ”

He is not the kind of person who gives up easily, does not hesitate because of the dangers lurking on the road ahead, and the burning thirst for knowledge drives him to continue to advance deeper into the spiritual world. What's more, his body almost collapsed, and there was probably no turning back.

After receiving Dr. Coulter's response, the caretaker took a step further, and his body wrapped in heavy fabric moved subtly. Flick guessed that he might have depicted some kind of symbol, and the environment around the gate changed strangely again.

The simple white light dissipated into a rainbow, spreading through the boundless darkness, making clear what was buried under the heavy dust. They resemble a row of low pedestals, carved into strange silhouettes by the builders, waiting for someone to put a crucial object into them—what the caretaker calls a "ticket," a piece of metal that William Kurt has been holding tightly in his hand.

It had been hidden by the adventurer who didn't know its true value for more than a decade, and it didn't fall into the hands of Dr. Kurt until the recent events. And now, as long as he sends the metal piece into the pedestal, he has the right to enter the world behind the door.

However, as he walked to the pedestal, Dr. Coulter's body was grabbed by an invisible hand, and he fell heavily to the side of the boulder. Perhaps the Doctor should be thankful that the world is only made of spirits, otherwise he would have been shattered by such a heavy blow.

"You despicable and shameless fellow, do you want to be alone!"

At the same time, a sorcerer with a missing arm suddenly appears on the flat ground at the other end, and he is the culprit who is preventing Kurt from going further.