Chapter 90: The Journey

After seeing the Moon, Chumen subconsciously turned his head to glance at the planet behind him.

Through the space abilities of a Traveler, he had already taken in the entire planet behind him at a glance.

It was still the blue-and-white planet he was familiar with; he could even clearly see the outline of the Asian continent.

It was just that when he wanted to investigate the situation on the Asian continent more deeply, a gray-white mist obscured Chumen's means of probing.

This was an absolute Seal; anyone who wanted to investigate that place or descend upon that continent through the Starry Sky would be resisted.

Therefore, flying above into the Starry Sky to descend from space was not a viable method; that Seal was more like a sphere, tightly blocking the path into that continent from every angle.

That "Mysteries" had blocked all paths; only by giving birth to a "Lord of the Mysteries" could the path to that continent be opened.

This was the strongest trump card left by that person's resurrection.

"Clang!" The bell sound dominated by Amon rang out once more, pulling Chumen's consciousness back.

"Not bad." Chumen looked at the two students who were resisting the Corruption of the Outer Gods with the help of the Creator's protection and nodded slightly.

Afterward, the ability he had long prepared was activated.

Hum... The figures of the three distorted, were instantly submerged by brilliant starlight, and became illusory, no longer being tangible entities, approximating a conceptual state.

This was an application of the "Door" Authority, a further manifestation of the Traveler transforming into a Symbol.

"Let's go!"

An illusory portal composed entirely of starlight appeared before the three, and Chumen took his two students and jumped straight into it.

Chumen, who indirectly controlled the "Door" Authority, was stronger than an ordinary Traveler or even a Star Key by an unknown margin; this move of space Teleportation on a cosmic scale could greatly reduce the time wasted on Travel in the Starry Sky.

If Bethel were left to perform the Traveler ritual alone, he would surely have to roam for many years in this magical yet desolate Starry Sky.

After all, Bethel was in all likelihood the first Roamer to perform the Traveler ritual; there were no precedents to follow, nor were there any confirmed coordinates for a habitable planet.

This was also the hidden pitfall of the Traveler ritual; the lifespan of a Roamer was not infinite, and if one could not find a civilization sufficient to hold the ritual within the corresponding time, it would naturally all be in vain.

The Starry Sky outside this blue-and-white planet returned to silence, just as it always was.

However, after Chumen had teleported away in his semi-conceptual form, the Moon, which Chumen had stared at for a moment, instantly surged with a blood-colored tide.

Within the tide, there seemed to be a huge, distorted crimson figure.

This figure watched from afar as Chumen moved away, remaining motionless for a long time.

Travel in the Starry Sky was absolutely monotonous.

The three semi-conceptual individuals traveled through space at an unimaginable speed, while also being able to see the scenery of the outside world.

Colorful and bizarre, this was scenery difficult to see from a planet, but after about half a day, Amon already felt bored.

"Starry Sky Travel? Is this it? Tsk!" Amon mimicked Medici's tone.

"If you don't want to go, I can throw you here; we are only one galaxy away from home now, you can slowly Steal your way back."

If the distance was far enough, even "Stealing" could not instantly take it all away.

Chumen did not even lift his head; he would not indulge this brat.

After moving far away from the galaxy they were in and feeling that the distance from those Outer Gods was sufficiently great, Chumen dared to take out the Dream Book.

He flipped to "Myriad Phenomena," temporarily possessing the Visionary status, and then used "Causality" to influence his path in the Starry Sky.

The terrestrial planet and humanoid civilization closest to Earth.

This was the plan Chumen had made for himself.

That would bring the least trouble and allow for rapid integration; this should also be best for Bethel's ritual.

"Teacher, Teacher! Can I take a look at your book?" Amon looked at the Dream Book, unable to take his eyes off it.

From the way he addressed the two teachers, one could see Amon's desire for the Dream Book.

"Sure!" Chumen smiled and sent the Dream Book directly into Amon's hands.

"Hiss!" Amon had thought about it and had indeed practiced it, but before he truly went to "Steal" it, his Godhood intuition pulsed too violently, and he even saw the ending of death in Fate.

He had not expected that it would be so simple to obtain this time.

"Teacher..." Bethel also knew of Amon's malicious nature and frowned slightly.

"You can open it and see." Chumen nodded slightly, looking at Amon with encouraging eyes.

"..." Amon's body suddenly stiffened, his hand reaching out to flip the book froze in mid-air, stubbornly not daring to land on the cover.

The feeling of extreme desire and a sense of crisis coexisting made Amon's face slightly distorted.

"Why aren't you opening it? Inside is my biggest secret." Chumen was even enticing him.

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

That was a Worm of Time.

It was just that this spat-out Worm of Time was already stiff and dead, with Dream Phosphor flickering on its surface.

Amon had ultimately not been able to resist using a Worm of Time to "Steal" a wisp of Dream Phosphor.

Dream Phosphor, after leaving Chumen's guidance and restraint, was a true poison; for any Beyonder, it was no less than swallowing the Source Quality aura of a non-adjacent Pathway.

Amon not losing control was only because Chumen had protected him.

"How is it, was it tasty?" Chumen asked.

"I don't know if you've ever tried stealing Sasriel's wine bottle; the wine inside is also transformed from this stuff. Zero negative reviews!"

"Heh!" Bethel, standing to the side, could not help but laugh out loud.

"Interesting. Is this your power? Dream, I am even more curious about you."

Amon looked at the cover flickering with Dream colors, raised a hand to adjust his Monocle, curled his lips, his interest undiminished.

He was calling him Teacher just a moment ago, and now he calls him Dream? Chumen smiled speechlessly.

"Bring it back!" Chumen took the Dream Book back directly and planned the Starry Sky journey.

Bethel kept recording the magnificent starscapes along the way; the Potion of the Wanderer was digesting rapidly, and this was absolutely the fastest way for a Wanderer to digest their Potion.

Meanwhile, Amon was knitting his brows while pinching that dead Worm of Time, attempting to use the ability of "Deciphering" to analyze that streak of Dream Phosphor, but it was all in vain.

In the end, Amon could only crush that dead Worm of Time, the Characteristic returning to himself, while that streak of Dream Phosphor returned directly into the Dream Book.

It was unknown how much time had passed before the three semi-conceptualized figures finally walked out of that seemingly endless passage of the Starry Sky.

Feeling somewhat groggy, Bethel and Amon both instantly became clear-headed.

Before their eyes was a planet interwoven with blue and green.