Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 91 The Journey

Truman subconsciously glanced back at the planet behind him after seeing the moon.

Using his spatial abilities as a Planeswalker, he had already taken in the entire planet behind him.

This was still the familiar blue-white planet he knew, and he could even clearly see the outline of the Asian continent.

However, just as he was about to delve deeper into the situation on the Asian continent, a grayish-white mist obscured Truman's investigative methods.

This is an absolute seal; anyone who tries to explore that place or descend upon that continent through the stars will be resisted.

Therefore, flying to the stars and descending from space is not feasible. The seal is more like a sphere, blocking the way to that continent from all angles.

That "mystery" has blocked all the paths; only the birth of a "Lord of Mystery" can open the way to that continent.

This is the strongest trump card that was resurrected.

"Clang!" The bell, controlled by Amon, rang again, pulling Truman back to reality.

"Not bad." Truman nodded slightly as he saw the two students resisting the corruption of the Outer Gods with the protection of the Creator.

Then he activated the ability he had prepared long ago.

With a whoosh, the three figures distorted and were engulfed by the burst of dazzling starlight, becoming illusory and no longer a physical being, but rather a conceptual entity.

This is an application of the authority of the "gate," and a further manifestation of the transformation of the "Buddhist Practitioner" into a symbolic icon.

"Let's go!"

A virtual portal made entirely of starlight appeared before the three of them, and Truman led the two students directly into it.

Truman, who indirectly controls the "Gate," is far more powerful than ordinary Planeswalkers or even the "Star Keys." This ability to teleport on a cosmic scale can greatly reduce the time wasted traveling through space.

If Bethel were to perform the "Planetary Planeswalker" ritual alone, he would surely have to wander in this magical yet desolate starry sky for many years.

After all, Bethel was most likely the first Wanderer to perform the Planeswalker initiation ceremony, with no precedent to follow and no definite coordinates of any habitable planet.

This is also a major pitfall hidden in the "Planetary Planeswalker" ritual. The lifespan of a "Wanderer" is not infinite. If a civilization capable of performing the ritual cannot be found within the corresponding time, it will all be in vain.

……

The starry sky outside this blue-white planet returned to silence, as always.

However, after Truman teleported away in a semi-conceptual form, a crimson wave surged up from the moon that Truman had just been gazing at for a moment.

A huge, twisted, crimson figure seemed to be in the midst of the waves.

The figure gazed at the distant spot where Chu Men had gone, remaining motionless for a long time.

……

Traveling under the stars is absolutely boring.

The three semi-conceptual figures moved through the space at an unimaginable speed, while also being able to see the scenery outside.

The dazzling and bizarre scenery was a sight rarely seen on the planet, but after about half a day, Amon began to feel bored.

"Stargazing? That's it? Tsk!" Amon mimicked Medici's tone.

"If you don't want to go, I can just leave you here. It's only one star system away from home now, you can slowly steal your way back."

If the distance is far enough, even "stealing" cannot take it all away in an instant.

Truman didn't even look up; he wasn't going to tolerate this brat.

Only after he was far enough away from his star system and felt that he was far enough away from those Outer Gods did Truman dare to take out the Book of Dreams.

He turned to "All Things," temporarily acquiring the status of a dreamer, and then used "cause and effect" to influence his path in the starry sky.

The closest Earth-like planet and human-like civilization to Earth.

This is the plan Truman made for himself.

That would cause the least trouble and allow for a quick integration, which would be best for the Bethel ceremony.

"Teacher, teacher! Can I look at your book?" Amon stared at the Book of Dreams, his eyes glued to it.

The way the two teachers addressed him revealed Amon's longing for the Book of Dreams.

"Sure!" Truman smiled and handed the Book of Dreams directly to Amon.

"Hiss!" Amon had thought about it before and had indeed put it into practice, but before he actually went to "steal" it, his divine intuition beat too violently, and he even saw the end of his life in his destiny.

I never expected it to be so easy to get it this time.

"Teacher..." Bethel knew how wicked Amon's character was, and frowned slightly.

"You can open it and take a look," Truman said gently, pressing his head down and looking at Amon with encouraging eyes.

"..." Amon's body suddenly froze, and his hand, which was reaching out to turn the pages, froze in mid-air, not daring to land on the cover.

The intense longing and sense of crisis clashed together, causing Amon's face to contort slightly.

"Why don't you open it? It contains my biggest secret." Truman even tempted him.

"Cough cough!" Amon suddenly coughed lightly, and a small worm with twelve intersecting transparent and semi-transparent rings was spat out.

That was a Time Worm.

However, the Time Worm that was spat out was already stiff and dead, with a dreamlike color shimmering on its surface.

Amon couldn't resist in the end and used a Time Worm to "steal" a wisp of dreamlike phosphorescence.

Once the Phosphorescent Dream is removed from Truman's guidance and restraint, it becomes a true poison, no less potent than swallowing a source essence from an unrelated pathway for any extraordinary being.

Amon didn't lose control because Truman protected him.

"How is it? Is it good?" Truman asked.

"I don't know if you've ever tried stealing bottles of Saslier's liquor; the liquor inside is also a variation of this stuff, and it's always been praised!"

"Hey!" Bethel couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Interesting. Is this your power? Mew, I'm even more curious about you now."

Amon looked at the cover, which shimmered with dreamy colors, raised his hand to adjust his monocle, and curled the corner of his mouth, his interest undiminished.

"You were just calling me 'teacher,' and now you're calling me 'Dream'?" Truman chuckled.

"Take it back!" Truman took the Book of Dreams back and began planning his journey through the stars.

Bethel kept recording the magnificent starry scenery along the way. The Wanderer's potion was being digested rapidly, which was definitely the fastest way for the Wanderer to digest potions.

Amon frowned as he held the dead Time Worm, trying to decipher the dreamlike phosphorescence with his "deciphering" ability, but to no avail.

In the end, Amon could only crush the dead Time Worm, allowing its properties to return to itself, while the dreamlike phosphorescence returned directly to the Book of Dreams.

It's unclear how much time passed, but the three semi-conceptualized individuals finally emerged from that seemingly endless starry sky passage.

Both Bethel and Ammon, who had felt somewhat drowsy, instantly snapped back to reality.

Before me lies a planet shimmering with blue and green hues.

(End of this chapter)