Chapter 191: Huang Tao

Within each light cocoon hanging upon that cyan-black light gate, there existed a soul body.

These soul bodies had varying skin tones, and every race could be found among them; the only thing they likely had in common was that these soul bodies all carried a unique vitality.

After hanging for several thousand years, these soul bodies still maintained sufficient vigor.

One of the light cocoons had already broken open; it was empty inside, fluttering with the wind.

The Causality Thread in Chumen's hand trembled violently, and Amanises also saw the scene inside "Sefirah Castle" through Chumen, seeing the light cocoon where she herself had once stayed for countless years.

They had become True Gods and passed through long, long years, but their initial memories were an extremely important part of what constituted their cognition, still occupying a significant position in their memories.

It was just like the happy childhood and regret-filled youth that an ordinary person could never return to.

And almost the moment Chumen saw that gap in history, a certain light cocoon on the light gate near the empty one broke open, and a soul body plummeted toward the Real World.

Hiss!

The sky of the internal space of "Sefirah Castle" suddenly tore open a piece of velvet curtain, intending to wrap up this soul body.

Chumen's expression turned solemn; he took the Dream Book into his hand, scattered a large amount of Dream Phosphor, and utilized the "Dream" Authority.

"Stop!" Dream said.

That velvet curtain immediately stagnated, unable to approach the fragile soul body any further.

But at the same time Chumen took action, the entire "Sefirah Castle" fell into a riot, and the power belonging to the "Mysteries" began to resist "Dream."

Illusory portals constantly formed in Space, wanting to teleport the velvet curtain before the soul body.

At the same time, countless "Loophole"s were created, wanting to drill out from under the encirclement of the "Dream" power.

But the power of "Sefirah Castle" without an owner could not defeat "Dream."

The collision between the Dream Phosphor and the grey-white fog mutually annihilated, silent yet intense.

After several entanglements, the velvet curtain did not make another breakthrough; in the end, the soul body plummeted toward the Real World, while that velvet curtain hid behind the cyan-black light gate, not giving Chumen the slightest chance.

The entire "Sefirah Castle" also re-entered a sealed state.

"Tsk!" That velvet curtain was definitely an extremely important part of the "Mysteries" layout, but precisely because of that, it was impossible for him to obtain this thing.

If he dared to enter "Sefirah Castle," that would be a sheep entering a tiger's den, and the outcome would likely be no different from the "Mysteries" that entered the Chaos Sea.

His "tug-of-war" might have been lost on the spot.

"Is this going to result in the appearance of a 'Lord of the Mysteries'?" Amanises watched that soul body plummet toward the Real World and asked softly.

"No, it shouldn't be possible yet; there are still two hundred years until the Doomsday."

And before the Doomsday, the will of the "Lord of the Mysteries" could not be weakened to the extent of allowing other Angels to become gods.

"Then this..." Amanises seemed to realize something.

The "Lord of the Mysteries" was most skilled at Deception; this soul body definitely was not as simple as it looked.

"Yes." Chumen nodded lightly, confirming Amanises's guess, "There might be other existences."

Amanises was silent for a while, then said softly, "Then that will have to be solved by you; the Barrier already has cracks now."

Approaching the Doomsday, the Original Barrier had also begun to show Loophole and cracks, and they, the True Gods plugging the cracks, also had to be vigilant against Outer Gods at all times.

"Mm." Chumen chuckled and looked at the falling soul body; that was within the territory of the current Solomon Empire.

The current Solomon Empire was no longer the one from back then; with such a "variable" entering, it might actually be possible to revitalize the situation.

Pain!

Huang Tao woke up from his sleep; opening his eyes, he saw the sky outside the window like a black velvet curtain, with a Red Moon hanging high, casting red moonlight.

Stars twinkled; Huang Tao stared blankly with wide eyes, as if demented.

A long time later, Huang Tao jumped straight up from the bed, eyes wide as he examined his surroundings.

"Hiss! I transmigrated?" Huang Tao's head throbbed with pain; he was undergoing a deep-level fusion with this body.

"Ancient Europe, Empire, Renaissance..." Huang Tao learned of the era he was in from the memories and quickly found similar records in his memory.

He had transmigrated and been reborn into the descendant of a fallen noble.

"I haven't deleted my mobile browser and computer hidden files yet..."

Huang Tao's eyes were dazed; he still couldn't accept the whole fact.

"Dad, Mom..."

Huang Tao thought of something, his mood surging; his first reaction was to find the reason for the transmigration, and then transmigrate back!

It was just that Huang Tao also knew very clearly in his heart that he would likely find it very difficult to go back.

He had read so many novels; there were too few who could truly return to the starting point!

"Could it be that I can only kick nobles and punch the Emperor in this world..."

Huang Tao's eyes lost focus, and he lay back on the bed, his mood surging and indescribable.

Chumen arrived outside the window and happened to hear this sentence; he immediately laughed—you brat, you're still not satisfied?

He was currently in a state of Psychological Invisibility; he walked directly into the room and saw Huang Tao in the flesh.

Chestnut-colored slightly curly hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips—he didn't look bad at all.

And the starting point of this fallen noble was, no matter what, better than the "God of Poverty" of later generations; at least he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, and there were two maids!

"This body..." Chumen gave this body a check and did not find the mark left by that Outer God, only then did he nod and leave.

However, this time he did not return to "Fantasy Land," but returned to the "Dream Duke" castle of the Solomon Empire.

The castle, which had existed for two thousand years, was likely already the oldest building in this Solomon Empire.

"Sigh! As a transmigrator, I actually don't have a golden finger!" Early the next morning, Huang Tao examined himself, but no matter how he struggled, he could not find the golden finger he had been looking forward to.

"It seems there is one, but I can't find it!" He was actually thinking of a mysterious and strange Silver Medal in his memory, but he couldn't find it at all!

"Damn it, could it be that I have to start from scratch? Is it this hellish?!"

Huang Tao was indescribably frustrated.

Inside the Dream Duke Castle, Chumen watched everything Huang Tao did by relying on the screen of light before him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then reached out and grabbed a Silver Medal from the void.

This was the Silver Medal from Huang Tao's memories.

Chumen picked up this Silver Medal and examined it carefully; the patterns on the Silver Medal were extremely similar to those on the cyan-black light door, and they seemed to have some kind of connection to the lines on the symbol of the Fool.

"Open Door." Chumen let his thoughts fall onto the Silver Medal and spoke softly.

The patterns on the Silver Medal suddenly lit up, faintly establishing a connection with the Grey Fog at the highest point of the Spirit World.

Chumen felt a jolt in his heart, and a pure human avatar stepped directly out from his side, relying on the connection between the Silver Medal and Sefirah Castle to jump straight into Sefirah Castle.

If I can steal Sefirah Castle and solve the problem directly at the source, Dead Trickster, you can forget about ever resurrecting again!