Chapter 399: Dream Sect

Klein sent this team away through the Phantom Realm.

Longze returned to Loen to search for his descendants, Groselle went to Feysac to look for traces of the Giant race, and Mobet took Xiatasi to the Zoroast Family, after which they would likely go to Sonia Island to search for Elves.

There was also an ascetic; Klein sent him to the church of the "True Creator," as in his view, the "True Creator Church" should be the church that inherited the legacy of the Creator from the Third Epoch, not even changing the Scripture.

Klein sighed as he watched them go their separate ways, but he quickly put this matter aside, because the Dream Pope had summoned him!

"Dream Pope Hermes..." Klein was very curious about this pioneer of human mysticism, and he came directly to the Dream Sanctuary with his marionette.

Located in the northern suburbs of the Solomon Imperial Capital, the Dream Sanctuary was very low-key, and its architecture was far less magnificent and dreamy than the Huanjie Shengtang, but just standing before the sanctuary, Klein felt an ancient and mysterious aura rushing toward him.

The style of the entire sanctuary leaned toward bright, light tones; the main body was built of white marble, and no luxurious decorations were to be seen.

"Archbishop John, please follow me." The Dream priest led Klein as they walked through the sanctuary.

The Dream Sanctuary was excessively quiet; there were many believers coming here to worship, but they were all extremely pious, not daring to disturb the peace of the Dream.

"Please enter." In a reception room deep within the sanctuary, Klein heard very pure Ancient Hermes.

Bernadette? The Mystic Queen, Roselle's daughter... Klein nodded; he also understood that the "favor" here likely meant the dual Pathway.

"Of course, you can also save the opportunity until after becoming an Angel; at that time, you can also find any Angel of the Dream Sect to answer for you."

"You are a person favored by the Dream; the last one to be favored was Bernadette," Hermes explained.

Hermes was noncommittal, then thought for a moment and asked, "So, do you have any questions you want to ask me?"

Klein was silent for a good while; he knew many secrets, just not enough, but he also knew that an Angel was likely a very subtle level, and there were some things that only Angels could know.

"Greetings, Pope." Klein lowered his head slightly to show respect.

"Come and sit." This Pope was excessively kind; He beckoned, letting Klein sit at his lower hand.

"Knock, knock!" A knocking sound suddenly came from outside the door.

"At the same time, you are also a person favored by Fate," Hermes continued.

"This is the Divine Oracle of the Dream."

"Teacher Hermes, may I come in?" This was a female voice, and it seemed somewhat familiar.

So, this is a "Spectator"? Perhaps even the most powerful "Spectator" outside of that person... Klein himself was a dual Pathway user; there was no reason others couldn't be.

"Why?" Klein asked.

"I have wanted to see you for a long time." Hermes's tone always gave Klein a feeling of soothing the heart, just like Audrey Hall.

This Pope wore a simple white divine robe, his hair was already completely white but still thick enough, there were not many wrinkles on his face, and his appearance had no distinctive features.

"Thank you." Klein thanked him sincerely.

Soon, he saw the Dream Pope whom he had only seen in the Dream Scripture.

"All favors of Fate have already been secretly marked with a price." Klein thought of the Grey Fog and that cloak.

Klein seemed to have only seen such a person in the Pope before him.

"Come in." Hermes had already stood up, preparing to introduce Klein.

The next instant, the door was pushed open, and a lady with a bright appearance and a tall figure walked in.

This lady wore a girlish yellow cake dress, a black soft hat, and chestnut-colored long hair hanging to her waist; her eyes were deep blue, as if they had condensed an ocean.

"Bernadette Gustav! Roselle's eldest daughter!"

The moment Klein saw this lady, his Spirituality had already given him the answer.

So it's the big niece; I am Uncle Zhou from your dad's next-door bed... This thought flashed through Klein's mind instantly.

But he certainly dared not show it, "Greetings, Mysterious Angel."

Klein bowed slightly to pay his respects.

"Mysterious Angel" was Bernadette's Angel title in the Dream Sect.

"Hmm!" This "Mystic Queen" sized Klein up and nodded slightly.

"Teacher Hermes, can I take him away?" Bernadette asked Hermes.

"Why?" Hermes asked curiously.

"It is my father's instruction," Bernadette replied.

"Then that is fine." Hermes sold Klein out just like that.

Klein suddenly felt that coming to the Solomon Empire might not be a good thing.

The density of Angels here was too outrageous, and it was Roselle's base camp; it was very likely that some things would be exposed.

"Please!" Bernadette looked at Klein and made a gesture of invitation.

Klein relied on his "Clown" ability to force a smile, "I wonder why Duke Roselle would know my name?"

Oh right, the current Gustav Family was also an Angel Family, and Roselle was still a Duke of the Empire.

"I also want to know why; why don't you tell me?" Bernadette's gaze fell on Klein, bringing immense pressure to him.

Klein had no choice but to follow Bernadette out of the reception room.

There was no communication between the two; they walked all the way to the deepest part and saw the Holy Statue of the Dream.

It was the real Holy Statue of the Dream, almost exactly the same as the one in the Huanjie Shengtang.

"Walk up." Klein followed Bernadette's finger and saw a crystal ball the size of a human head on the altar beneath the Holy Statue of the Dream.

This crystal ball was very similar to the one Klein had obtained, only this one was larger, and a more mellow and rich Dream Phosphor surged within it.

"Phantom Realm?" Klein felt a resonance; this feeling was very obvious; this was likely an Anchor of the Phantom Realm in Reality.

"You don't need to tell me; He is not prepared to tell me." Bernadette's voice carried a bit of dissatisfaction and resentment.

The corner of Klein's eye twitched; he walked slowly onto the altar and reached out to press it.

In this instant, it was as if the whole world had exploded; endless flowing light flashed in Klein's eyes, and he saw the Phantom Realm, and saw a certain "Fairyland" hidden deep in the Phantom Realm—Babel Tower.

Klein's pupils shrank; this was a place he often went to, where he could have close contact with some people whose thoughts were most similar to his own, and most of the people there were also good friends of Klein.

Previously, when his mind was shaken, this tower could be considered one of his spiritual pillars.

Its existence prevented Klein from falling into the deepest loneliness.

"The Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society is in trouble!" This thought flashed through Klein's mind.