Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 512 Heavenly Venerable's Dojo

"In short, as you can see, time travel isn't such a big deal."

"You'll get used to it..."

Chael will not mention existentialist philosophy or anything like that; he will just live in the present moment.

"You'll get used to it..."

Klein's lips twitched wildly as he looked at a certain spot where a staircase led to another place, but before he became a demigod, he couldn't reach the end... just like a path to heaven.

"If you're curious, then let's go, although there's not much to see in the Heavenly Palace."

Shael smiled, his figure vanishing as he reappeared before the ascending stairs. He turned to look at Klein, "Need a little ceremony?"

A gesture of pulling open the car door, a gesture of inviting you to get on the road.

"This is not funny at all."

Klein actually wanted to be sad or have some complicated feelings, but in front of this goofy senior, in this more relaxed language environment, he couldn't cry. He was afraid that if he cried, the other person would suspect that he was a minor. After all, he was a kid raised in Chinese education, how could he just cry like that?

There are so many unfair things in life, is it really necessary to feel this way?

"Then I'll go up and take a look."

Klein took a deep breath, and just like when he was stepping onto a stage, he even fantasized in his mind that it might be some kind of blessed land. "By the way, how were you able to keep up? You're not a fortune teller, a thief, or an apprentice, are you?"

Facing Xia'er who followed him up, Klein stomped his foot almost imperceptibly. What's wrong with this gray fog space? Why didn't they stop him?

"This is the bond of kinship."

With a light leap, Xia Er climbed all the steps and landed on the clouds formed by the gray mist.

His bond with the Celestial Venerable is quite deep. Of course, Klein's bond with the Celestial Venerable is also very deep. Otherwise, if Sequence 4 were so close to the Source Castle, Klein would have died long ago. The remnants of the old days are just overpowered. Other demigods would definitely die here, and even the angels would probably die.

"Look, that is the innate treasure of merit left to us by the Celestial Venerable."

As Xia Er pointed, Klein's spirits lifted, and he quickly turned to look.

What came into his view was a brilliant gate of light tinged with a bluish-black hue.

This design is completely out of character for a celestial being. It is composed of countless layers of light spheres, each of which is actually a bunch of twisted worms huddled together. Some of them are transparent, and some are semi-transparent. They don't look like anything good.

Klein looked directly at it; after all, there was nothing he couldn't see. If he was supposed to die, he would have died long ago. Besides, the details weren't clear through the faint gray-white mist.

"Guess what's needed to refine such a supreme innate treasure?"

"I can't help but ask with a smile," Xia Er asked.

Are we even worthy of refining a Primordial Treasure?

Although this is a rather abstract concept...

"It's probably luck, but it's not about merit or faith."

Klein casually remarked that, according to some ancient fantasy novels, such a thing is like a Rolls-Royce. If you didn't have it when you were born, and you didn't benefit from the real estate or internet age boom, and you still don't have it before the end of the Dharma era, then you probably won't have it again.

"Look again, what do these threads look like?"

"Shael, looking like a promising student, gestured for Klein to look up at the starry sky."

In fact, Klein had already seen it without Xia Er's reminder. His eyesight was still very good. Above the "gate of light," thin black lines hung down, from which hung one almost completely transparent "cocoon" after another, looking like a sky full of stars.

Spiritual Threads, Mystic Puppet...

"That's not right, aren't all the Mystics dead?" And isn't Mysticization irreversible?

Klein realized he had become a "secret puppet," and he almost instinctively retorted.

"Hey, are you even alive? You've died so many times, don't you have any self-awareness?"

Xia Er took out an incense burner, casually placed it on the burner, and inserted three tall incense sticks. The purple smoke curled up, looking quite beautiful and diluting some of the overall emptiness and desolation.

"Then why was I able to be resurrected?"

How many more times can I be resurrected?

This was the key issue. Klein looked away because the "cocoons" above were empty and transparent, so he didn't look at them much, and there wasn't much to see anyway.

"Your path, Sequence 2, is called the Miracle Worker. You've probably seen that quote from Zarathustra: 'To rise from the dead is a miracle.'"

"This is considered an advance on your ability. As for the principle behind it, I don't know either. Anyway, it probably won't matter if you don't pay it back."

Xia'er, however, felt that the first resurrection opportunity from the Source Castle should not count; it should have been given away for free.

"Oh, where are the others?"

Klein gave an "oh," his eyes fixed on Xia'er, his tone casual.

Since there are so many cocoons here, and the known resurrected ones are so few, what about the others? Klein absolutely does not believe that they were all consumed several eras ago.

"I ate it."

"The power of the hermit is information; I've stored it on a hard drive, which is almost like eating it."

"Anyway, character cards can't be considered physical items, right?"

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As he spoke, Shael raised his hand, and a card floated in his hand. On the card was... Rosell dressed as the Black Emperor.

in!

You're trying to scare me with those blasphemous playing cards.

He had expected to see a girl or something, but when he saw Russell's big face, the emotions that Klein was building up inside him were completely thrown into chaos.

"I can't help it. I'm not a celestial being. Count for yourself how many cocoons are here."

"What merit do I possess to be able to resurrect all the spirits here like you with a wave of my hand?"

"Moreover, this resurrection is conceptual, similar to reviving a 'primitive person' frozen in a glacier. Do you think I'm a god?"

Xia Er helplessly shrugged. Even a hermit wouldn't do something so outrageous.

Although the Fool from the original timeline accomplished all this seemingly effortlessly, who knows how he did it back then? After all, it was a resurrection, but the underlying principles were never explained.

Anyway, the resurrection was completed. As for how the issues of time, fate, history, and integration were resolved and how they were micromanaged, Xia Er had no idea. This was much more difficult than rescuing people from "The Travels of Grossell".

"When did you... never mind... this is still Earth, right?"

Klein wanted to ask, if you've treated everyone else "decently," then why are he and Rosell the exceptions? But he felt that Shael, being from the Fourth Age, probably couldn't come up to the Gray Fog Space. Since he was a Seer of Secrets, he probably came up from the Fifth Age by hitching a ride on him. That would explain why he and Rosell were the exceptions.

At least Xia Er didn't format everything, and Klein still hasn't figured out how to deal with it.

What if his family members are inside? Would you cry looking at a two-dimensional character?

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