Mystery: The Ultimate Tarot

Chapter 412 The Celestial Venerable and Klein

Outside the main hall of the "Underworld Man".

The "holy monk" said to Raphael, "Benefactor Zhou Fei, it's been a long time."

Raphael was taken aback: Long time no see? That's a strange way of putting it, as if we've met somewhere before.

If he really wanted to say something, Huiyuan bid farewell to Wentuo and followed behind the "holy monk." The two monks walked forward together, reaching the edge of the city in one step and disappearing in another.

Raphael and Wen Tuo watched the two monks leave before entering the main hall of the "Netherworld Man".

The "Underworld Man" remained seated on his throne, meditating, though he seemed to be deep in thought.

Raphael and Wen Tuo stood quietly to the side and waited. After half a minute, "Mingdao Ren" took a deep breath and his usual amiable smile reappeared on his face.

The "Netherworld Man" first asked Wen Tuo, "What new insights have you gained regarding the Dao of Union recently?"

After bowing respectfully, Wen Tuo replied, "I saw that pale river in the distance. It sometimes rushes and sometimes overflows, but in the end it always returns to nothingness and tranquility."

"As Master instructed, this disciple did not attempt to approach, but merely observed and sensed the power of the Yellow Springs."

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The "Underworld Taoist" nodded in satisfaction: "That's enough."

Then he asked Raphael, "You seem to have some new insights?"

"Yes," Raphael smiled. "I feel a power that resonates with my spirit and will. I can't really describe what that power is, but it seems I can draw more power from my surroundings."

"The Underworld Man" was somewhat surprised, and Wen Tuo also looked at Raphael with a shocked expression.

Raphael was startled: "What's wrong? Did I get the approach wrong?"

"The Daoist of the Underworld" said, "No, this direction is correct. I'm just surprised that you've achieved such insight in just one month!"

He flicked his whisk: "Even with the help of 'Dark Abode,' it shouldn't be this fast!"

The "Netherworld Man" re-examined Raphael and fell into deep thought once again.

Raphael whispered to Wen Tuo, "When you were at Sequence 3, how long did it take you to come to this conclusion?"

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Wen Tuo replied, "Three years."

This time it was Raphael's turn to be surprised: "I have such a high talent in this area? No, perhaps it's because of the help of 'Dark Pavilion'."

Wen Tuo replied, "My master also used the 'Yellow Springs' technique to help me cultivate back then, which is why I gained this understanding in just three years."

Because Wen Tuo has been in frequent contact with Raphael recently and knows Raphael's situation very well, he explained: "You may not know this, but very few people can have such insights. I was given special training by my master because I really have such talent."

"Most people never have this realization in their lifetime, and even those who do have it need at least 10 years of seclusion."

Raphael realized, "It seems I do have some problems."

He knew perfectly well that being a year or two ahead could indeed demonstrate his talent, but being this much faster definitely indicated a problem.

In a world dominated by the extraordinary, things are more dangerous when they are irrational.

At this moment, the "Pluto" suddenly asked Raphael, "I remember you said before that you came directly from the Common Era, right?"

"Yes," Raphael said. "Someone told me that I was trapped outside of time by a force, and when I returned from there, it was already two years ago."

The "Underworld Daoist" slowly nodded: "Then that's correct."

Then, "the Daoist of the Underworld" suddenly raised his whisk and waved it above his head. A stream of dark water appeared on the ceiling of the hall and quickly formed a small, hanging black lake.

The water in this small lake cascades down like a waterfall, falling to the ground without making a sound.

The water that flowed down quickly disappeared, its whereabouts unknown.

Raphael understood that this was probably a setup by the "Netherworld Beings" to prevent higher-level beings from eavesdropping.

The "Netherworld Man" looked at Raphael again and said seriously, "You have not been affected by the modified rules."

Raphael was taken aback, not quite understanding the meaning of "Netherworld Man".

"The Underworld Man" further explained: "Didn't we say before that during that cataclysm, many rules of the universe were modified, and modified in a way that was unfavorable to the first intelligent beings, including humans?"

Raphael nodded: "I remember—"

He immediately understood what "the Underworld Man" meant: "I came directly from before the modification of the universe's rules to the present, so those modified rules cannot affect me!"

"So, I'm a human being who hasn't been weakened by the rules?"

"The Daoist of the Underworld" slowly nodded, and then he said, "That's how it is, and it's not just that simple."

"Your existence may be the result of the efforts of the extraordinary realm before the world's destruction."

Raphael was somewhat surprised, but he also felt that what the "Netherworld Man" said made a lot of sense. Otherwise, after he "traveled through time," he would have been affected by the rules of the current universe immediately.

Therefore, there must be something about him that can continuously prevent the rules of this world from affecting him.

But Raphael had a new question: "But why didn't they send an extraordinary being to the Extraordinary Realm before the apocalypse?"

"So they're sending an ordinary person like me to travel through time?"

Regarding this question, "the Underworld Man" had clearly already considered it: "Perhaps they can't do it, after all, the previous world-destroying event was aimed at them."

"I don't need to explain how terrifying the power of the Creator and the Old Ones is. Perhaps they can only send an ordinary person with hope to the present."

Finally, "The Man of the Underworld" laughed and said, "Now I finally understand why the Holy Monk said he could see hope in you."

Raphael gave a wry smile: "Now that you mention it, I feel like the burden on my shoulders has suddenly become heavier."

He also thought that the "Netherworld Man" also came from the Common Era, and that the "Demon King" Fabuti and the progenitor of the "Vampire" Lilith also seemed to come from the Common Era.

They experienced the apocalypse without any protection, so the changes in the rules of the universe also affected them.

"The Underworld Taoist" comforted him, "Don't feel pressured, just do your best."

Then he said seriously, "This matter must not be known to a fourth person."

Wen Tuo: "Yes."

Raphael nodded: "Okay."

The hall was quiet for a moment as everyone composed themselves. Wen Tuo then asked, "Master, Holy Monk, what important matter has brought you here this time?"

"The Underworld Man" took a deep breath: "Recently, things have been quite unsettled along the coast. It seems that many monsters have appeared in the sea and frequently attack fishermen. Some of these monsters have even landed and injured people."

"What's even more worrying is that recently, disciples of the Penglai Sect have been frequently seen along the coast, and mirages have been appearing on the sea, with images of fairy mountains appearing on multiple occasions."

"The Celestial Venerable seems to have become active again."

Raphael's eyes narrowed: "Celestial Venerable?"

The "Underworld Taoist" slowly nodded.

Raphael then asked, "When did this anomaly begin?"

"It's said to have been five months ago."

"Five months ago?" Raphael immediately realized that Klein had probably advanced to Sequence 2 around that time.

He didn't know if there was any connection, but it was clearly not good news for Klein.

Raphael then asked, "What solution did you and the holy monk come up with to resolve the problem?"

"The Daoist of the Underworld said: "The Holy Monk, the Celestial Master, and the Heavenly Emperor are preparing to join forces to call upon all the major sects to once again besiege the Penglai Sect."

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Raphael breathed a slight sigh of relief. The Five Lakes Sword Sect would definitely support such an action, and the Dark Pavilion and Haoli Ming Sect would also most likely participate. The chances of winning for the major sects were very high.

If he could deliver another blow to "Celestial Venerable" in the Western Continent, or strike a heavy blow against "Penglai Sect," Klein's life might be a little easier.

Southern Continent, Lurni State.

The colonial army of Luen, leading its servants, is attacking a local armed force supported by the Republic of Intis, intending to regain control of the Luenne state.

Although the world war has ended, the southern continent remains in chaos. According to the previously signed "Ceasefire Agreement," the Republic of Intis and the Empire of Fusak returned the Rune colonies they had occupied during the war.

However, although Intis's army withdrew, it left behind a considerable number of local armed forces in the colonies.

These local armed forces were supported by Intis, and naturally did not obey the orders of the Governor's Office of Rune.

Therefore, local wars still frequently break out in the Southern Continent, because both the colonial army of Rune and the servant army of the Southern Continent suffered heavy losses in previous wars, and they are unable to regain control of these areas in the short term.

The war had now entered the stage of positional warfare, with both sides firing and artillery at each other from their own dug positions, but rarely launching large-scale assaults.

The reason is simple: Rune's servants were not very combat-effective, and Rune's colonial army was too small to launch any decent offensives.

With the war at this stage, the Rune army may once again return empty-handed.

At noon, after lunch, both sides began firing at each other's positions again to prove that their meals and pay were not for nothing.

At this moment, both sides noticed that a young man was sitting in the center of the battlefield.

The man was handsome, with a hint of evil in his eyes, and looked harmless.

But war doesn't care whether he's harmless or not; everyone still fires their guns, completely disregarding his life or death.

Furthermore, both sides sent gunmen to attack the man in order to prevent him from being one of the other's men.

But soon, both sides realized something was wrong; the dense hail of bullets hadn't harmed the man at all! He remained sitting there quietly, as if he were the referee of this war.

Both commanders ordered a halt to the attack on the man. Ordinary soldiers might not fully understand how to deal with extraordinary power, but the officers on both sides were well aware of its existence. They knew that the man in the center of the battlefield was not someone to be trifled with.

The young man was none other than Raphael, who was trying to digest the potion in different ways.

In war, if anyone shoots at him, it means he has participated in the war. At this time, as long as he remains silent, he can digest the potion.

But he soon discovered that the two sides had stopped fighting.

How could this be? He had been traveling through the spirit world for several minutes to reach this battlefield, and he had just begun to digest the magic potion. How could he stop fighting?

Then Raphael raised his hand, and the tens of thousands of guns on the Rune army's side seemed to suddenly come to life, "pulling" the soldiers to lie prone on the trenches, and they started firing on their own. Some soldiers couldn't hold their guns steady and dropped them to the ground, but the guns "crawled" up into the trenches and fired at the enemy's positions.

Amidst the surprise of the soldiers on the Rune side and the loud reprimands of the junior officers, the gunfight resumed.

However, because the incident happened so suddenly, the extraordinary individuals on the Rune army's side were not quite clear on what was going on, so they quickly ordered a halt to firing.

The enemy forces also quickly stopped firing.

Raphael raised his hand again, and the guns of the local armed forces seemed to come alive again, firing bullets at the opposite position on their own.

This time, both commanders realized that the man in the middle of the battlefield wanted their war to continue.

Judging from the other party's abilities, this is at least a saint, and a rather powerful one at that.

However, this was, after all, a colony, and neither side in the war sent any saints to participate.

If you want to survive, you can't go against the saint in front of you.

The commanders of both sides then issued an order for a full-scale attack, and the logistics department moved all the ammunition to the front line. The two sides fired at each other continuously for more than an hour. Although they used it sparingly, they ran out of bullets and shells.

With no other option, the commanders on both sides had to give the order to charge. The soldiers from both sides rushed out of the trenches, met in the middle of the battlefield, and began to fight with bayonets and rifle butts.

Raphael sat quietly on the ground, watching the life-or-death battle around him, feeling a sense of inner peace.

Although the battle was chaotic, no one could touch Raphael; he seemed to be a ghost.

The battle lasted for more than two hours. In the end, the local armed forces suffered heavy casualties and collapsed. Unexpectedly, the Rune army won the war because of this.

However, after capturing the enemy's position, they could no longer advance. After all, they had been fighting for more than two hours and the soldiers were exhausted.

Only then did Raphael leave, satisfied.

Rune's commander finally breathed a sigh of relief. Despite winning the battle, he felt like he had survived a catastrophe.

Backlund, West End.

Raphael returned to his villa. Today's battle had allowed him to digest a lot of the potion much faster than he had in the stock exchange hall.

Such an effect is not surprising, considering that the securities hall only has a few dozen or a hundred people, while today's battlefield has nearly 20,000 people on both sides, and each side also has several thousand supply troops. It is not surprising that they can quickly consume the magic potion.

The "Demon Personality" suddenly said, "The 'Silent Disciple' has already digested most of the potion; shouldn't it be time to digest the 'Devil's' potion too?"

Raphael: It's time to start making arrangements.

The "devilish personality" chuckled sinisterly, "Hehehe, just thinking about our plan makes me happy. It's so wicked!"

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