Lord of the Mysteries: Traveler

"Although this hall looks brilliant, it's actually just a suture. If you want me to say, the owner here is really a hopeless old stubborn."

The man wearing a crow, a clock, and a colorful mask pointed to the surrounding hall and said jokingly with an inexplicable emotion.

Furen wriggled his mouth and instinctively wanted to refute, but after thinking that he was not familiar with the owner here, nor with the person he introduced to him, he stopped.

"Can't you see?" The man glanced at Fren, who was hesitant to say anything, and it was not surprising, but continued to explain enthusiastically: "This palace refers to the Dusk Temple of the Second Epoch, and the decoration of Storm and Thunder is The handwriting of the Elf King, and the light and the cross are the traces of the Creator."

He spoke of the Twilight Giant Hall with contempt, with the Elf King with a curious attitude, and with the Creator with a cautious attitude, with some inexplicable emotions.

Fren felt that the person who led him should be an immortal. He had even seen the ancient gods of the second era. In the real world, the existence of ancient gods is a mystery, and most people have not even heard of them. Said the ancient gods.

That inexplicable emotion, Fren pondered for a moment, and seemed to carry a little reverence, a little admiration, but also some denial and hatred.

Thinking that the Twilight Hermit Society is an organization aiming to resurrect the Creator, Furen also has some understanding of the psychology of the person in front of him.

Next, the man took Furen to visit this huge palace full of history and majesty little by little. Under the brilliance, the secrets of history were slowly revealed. Now the man seemed like a knowledgeable historian, giving Fren what he knew.

When the light of the cross gradually overshadowed the solidified morning light, overshadowed the storm and thunder in the sky, overshadowed the bright light of the stars, and overshadowed the solitary sun in the sky, everyone looked at the cross.

Those who were touring in the Great Hall of Twilight, those who were sitting quietly, and those who were contemplating stopped their own affairs and began to walk down the cross.

Around the cross, there are exquisite and majestic chairs. The chairs are scattered here and there, and there is no regularity at all.

Furen walked towards a chair. Although no one reminded him, Furen still knew where he should sit, and Furen was not worried about taking other people's seats.

After sitting down, Furen himself wanted to see where the enthusiastic person was sitting, but when Furen turned around, he forgot where he was.

Even if Furen didn't specifically look at the other party's movements, he still knew where the other party was by relying on the "star bug"'s instinctive attention, but now Furen didn't find anything. It seems that the identity of the other party is quite remarkable.

Furen slowly glanced at the members around him, on the one hand to get to know others, and on the other to find that kind boy again. The other party was warm and knowledgeable, and Fren was very interested in making friends.

A man wrapped in gray fog saw Furen poking his head and shook his head. After seeing Furen notice him, he said to Furen, "Little guy, do you want to find someone? That's what you are looking for. What you can't find, under the control of the master here, it is impossible for you to know the identity and location of others."

Fren scratched his head and asked suspiciously, "Sir, do you know what this party is? I feel that this place is different from the spiritual world, the subconscious world, and the dream world."

"Well, in fact, I don't quite understand it. I don't know as much about space as you "planeswalkers". All I know is that this is a world similar to a dream. As for the specifics, I can't peep That's it." The old man could see Fren's general path at a glance, and bluntly admitted the loopholes in his knowledge.

Fren himself wanted to chat with the other party again, but the light of the cross changed once again. On the hands of the great and vast statue of the **** carrying the cross, a slate full of brilliance and glory slowly appeared.

This slate is nothing but a gray slate, and at most only mottled traces are noticeable.

However, on the slate, there are magic potion recipes written in special characters. Although Furen didn't know this word, it was very similar to Old Feysac and Dutan, so Furen still understood the general meaning.

Although Furen already knew all the potion formulas in his path, he couldn't help but glance at this slate. In addition to the potion formula of one's own path, one can also learn about potion formulas of other paths.

The "Apprentice" pathway and the "Fool" pathway's potion formulas were easily swept through, but when they saw the "Wrong" pathway, they found that there was no potion formula displayed at all.

Fren hurriedly scanned the following list. Apart from the known potion formula, only the "Apprentice" pathway's potion formula was complete and different from the family's.

Furen hurriedly lowered his head, and with a quick glance, he saw that there seemed to be some blank space at the bottom of the slate. That blank space magically attracted Furen's attention, but nothing emerged.

Does that slate have a way to know the viewer? Or the ability to probe the mind of the viewer? Will you spy on your own memory? Fren didn't dare to confirm ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and lowered his head.

A gentle voice resounded: "Today's meeting, the first purpose is to welcome some new friends to join us, and the other purpose is about the Southern Continent."

Apart from the demigods, the people attending this gathering were angels. From his own impression, Furen felt that there were definitely a lot of people. There must be more or less people at the top of the various forces in the Northern Continent.

As for whether high-ranking people such as the archbishop of the Church of the Seven Gods will be here, Furen thinks there may be, but whether the other party is loyal to the church or the Twilight Hermit Society, the benevolent sees the difference, and the wise sees the wisdom.

"The discovery of the Southern Continent is a great adventure, and the opening of a new waterway is also a brand new beginning. The fate of the Southern Continent is in our hands. The Lord does not care about the fate of the Southern Continent. He lets us make our own decisions." A gentle voice In everyone's ears, "Now, let's make a decision."

"Agreed." Furen naturally chose the one that was beneficial to him, but he didn't hear anyone else's approval or disapproval.

After a while, the host's voice said slowly, "The trajectory of the southern continent is to invade and colonize."

"It's all right now, everyone, please make your own arrangements."

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