Chapter 533: Reminder of the

In the deep spirit realm, under a veil of faint blue lights, the prophet's avatar drifted forward, its form slightly ethereal.

Suddenly, his spiritual intuition sensed a subtle premonition, as if several gazes were cast from the farthest depths of the spirit realm.

Instinctively he halted, looking upward; that spot was the deepest point of the spirit realm, also its apex, and above it lay the historic mist zone where the Source Fortress resides.

At the very top of the spirit realm, seven slow‑flowing streams of different‑colored, boundless knowledge‑filled radiant light suddenly drew extremely close.

A flash of bright yellow brilliance brushed his eyes, quickly coalescing into the image of a gaunt old man in a lemon‑yellow robe with white long whiskers.

"Yellow Light" Weinitan smiled gently and said:

"Long time no see, Keeper of 'Knowledge'. The spirit‑realm sector corresponding to the Abandoned God is fragmented; I cannot perceive your true form nor communicate with him, so I had to come find you."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Weinitan. What business brings you to me?" the prophet's avatar bowed slightly while asking in puzzlement.

Smiling, "Yellow Light" Weinitan nodded, and with his right hand lightly brushed the air; a layer of bright‑yellow light flowed like water, gathering into a scene from the mortal world:

It showed a very thin old man, his hair completely white and wildly tangled, wrapped in thick clothing as if terribly cold‑sensitive, constantly chewing candy, discarding one as soon as he finishes and immediately popping another in.

"He is Turanni von Helmoshin, currently a scientist, mathematician, mechanician, and the father of the second‑generation Differential Engine, and he is also 'Orange Light' Hillaryong."

"Now 'Orange Light' is about to return to the spirit realm; his mortal incarnation will also die tonight."

"He has recalled his identity; you may now seek him, obtain the second‑generation Differential Engine manuscript—crucial for your goal of advancing civilization on the Southern Continent, and this counts as an investment from our Seven Lights."

"He is on Luosi De Qundao; you should know how to find him, or where to wait for him."

The words fell, and without waiting for a reply, "Yellow Light" Weinitan's figure swiftly dissolved into a stream of pure bright yellow light, returning to the top of the spirit realm.

"I just arrived on the Southern Continent, and now you make me go back," the prophet's avatar complained, glanced toward Hitelong, the capital of the Northern Province beyond the spirit realm, turned, and headed again toward the spirit‑realm sector corresponding to the Luosi De Qundao waters.

After a period of spirit‑realm traversal, the prophet's avatar finally returned to Luosi De Qundao.

Within the spirit‑realm sector corresponding to Baiyam, his inspiration gave him a subtle foreboding. Something seemed to have changed here; someone was watching, and a faint cursed aura lingered.

He did not immediately exit the spirit realm, but stayed put, his eyes visibly losing focus, shrouded in a heavy silvery veil; using the active information in the spirit realm, he made a simple prophecy.

Confirming that the spirit‑realm disturbance would not affect him, and that he would not be struck by lightning the moment he appeared in Baiyam, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave the spirit realm, descending to the mortal world.

At the same time, the wind in the "City of Generosity" Baiyam suddenly roared, as if manipulated by invisible hands, spreading in all directions.

Simultaneously, a ponderous, grand voice echoed in the wind:

"Helmoshin is at 32 Black Pepper Avenue!"

"Helmoshin is at 32 Black Pepper Avenue!"

The voice repeated several times, racing through every corner of Baiyam, ringing in everyone's ears.

"Wow, the whole‑city broadcast from the otherworld, the 'Sea God Scepter' really comes in handy," the prophet's avatar thought, gazing from the spirit realm at Baiyam city below, watching the extraordinary beings of various factions freeze for a heartbeat, then spring back to activity.

After watching a while, he turned his gaze back to the inns in the dock district; after observing, he located the inn where Kelei En was staying.

Dots of brass‑colored glimmer rose from the void, swiftly coalescing into an illusory door adorned with mysterious patterns.

The prophet's avatar, clad in a light‑brown wool coat, stepped out from the other side of the illusory door, looked at the half‑unbuttoned coat of Geerman Spalo opposite him, and chuckled:

"Good evening, Mr. Adventurer, I'm waiting here for someone."

"Who?" Kelei En asked, refitting his coat, expression blank.

"The one you mentioned in the city‑wide broadcast, the father of the second‑generation Differential Engine, Turanni von Helmoshin."

The prophet's avatar smiled lightly, then turned to sit at a small round table by a window, greeting the servant‑dressed secret companion, "One hot coffee, please."

Kelei En twitched his mouth, then commanded the disguised secret companion Jierxi Aisi to brew coffee, while he took the opposite seat at the small round table.

Sitting on a wooden chair, he yawned and broke the silence:

"What do you want from Helmoshin? And why didn't you go to Black Pepper Avenue yourself, instead waiting for him here?"

"I want the Differential Engine manuscript in his hands," the prophet's avatar explained simply, then glanced toward the sky outside, hidden by heavy clouds, sighing:

"If I were to appear openly in Baiyam, those raging bolts could destroy the surrounding districts along with me."

You have a clear self‑awareness, Kelei En thought to himself, then, recalling something, asked, "So you 'prophesied' Helmoshin would show up here?"

"That doesn't require a prophecy," the prophet's avatar said calmly.

While they talked, Kelei En's secret companion had already placed a cup of brewed coffee before the prophet's avatar and a cup of tea before himself.

He lifted the tea, took a sip, and changed the subject, asking:

"What do you know about the Master of Secret Companions?"

The prophet's avatar mused, "Very cunning, and will become even more so."

"Speak seriously," Kelei En snapped.

The prophet's avatar shrugged, his expression growing slightly serious, and said, "A secret companion is not merely a tool; it is also an actor on the stage, with a logical script, performing before the audience."

Kelei En nodded lightly, enlightened.

"Casting the 'Faceless One' role onto a secret companion? No wonder this sequence follows the 'Faceless One'."

"Beyond the first stage's 'Diviner', each subsequent sequence seems to build layer upon layer?"

The prophet's avatar first nodded, then shook his head:

"Divination yields information and judges danger; placing the 'Diviner' later in the sequence makes stage accidents more likely during your performance."

Kelei En fell silent, feeling the explanation was somewhat hasty yet quite reasonable.

Dong dong dong! The inn's door was suddenly knocked.

Kelei En glanced at the prophet's avatar, then directed his secret companion Jierxi Aisi to open the door.

Outside the door stood a gaunt old man with gray‑white tangled hair, tossing a coffee‑colored candy into his mouth; he wore a thick coat stuffed with cotton, over which draped a heavy woolen overcoat.

"He actually came? How did he evade the tracking of so many extraordinary beings, including demigods? Kelei En stared at the Helmoshin standing in the doorway, stunned for a moment before he recovered and, in a hoarse voice, said:"

"Who are you looking for?"

Helmoshin's gaze lingered on the prophet's avatar for an instant, then returned to Kelei En; he gave a weak smile and said, "I noticed you at the Seaweed Bar earlier, but then had no chance to find you."

"My life has reached its end, so lately I've recalled many things."

"Please allow me to introduce myself; you may call me 'Orange Light' Hillaryong."

"Orange Light" Hilaryon? Klein instinctively turned his head to glance at the quietly standing Prophet's Avatar beside him. No wonder he came directly to wait for me here; given the behavior of the other Spirit Realm Seven Lights before, they would have approached me the moment they saw me.

Having composed his thoughts, Klein asked doubtfully, "What do you want from me?"

Hermosiuyin gave Klein a somewhat surprised look, as if trying to see something through him; after a brief silence, he chuckled.

"You seem to have already come into contact with other Pure Lights of the Spirit Realm; it's a pity I only just remembered my own identity, otherwise I would definitely have been the first to come see you."

He paused, then continued, "I'm here to give you a warning: watch out for the Mother Tree!"

"It seems to have noticed you."

After saying that, he turned his gaze toward the quietly standing Prophet's Avatar beside him and said:

"Young man, you still carry the aura of Yellow Light Vinitan; did you just see him?"

The Prophet's Avatar nodded, chuckled softly, and said, "Yes, he sent me to find you to get a manuscript of the Second-Generation Difference Engine."

Hermosiuyin nodded lightly, paid no mind to it, and gave a light cough.

"My body is about to die; I no longer have the strength to help you write a manuscript. You can wait a while, and after I return to the Spirit Realm, hold a ritual for me, and I will teach you the corresponding knowledge."

As expected of the Spirit Realm Seven Lights, closely tied to the Church of Knowledge and fond of imparting knowledge, the Prophet's Avatar sighed inwardly, pinched his brow, and said:

"I know, but Mr. Vinitan had me come directly; perhaps he foresaw something."

This is also why he chose to return directly to the Rothschild Islands; regardless of what Yellow Light foresaw, he has already paid the fee, and the Prophet's Avatar doesn't mind making another trip.

Looking at Hermosiuyin's face, which had grown even paler, as if he might die at any moment, he reached into his pocket and handed over a pre-prepared bronze-colored talisman.

"Since I've already come, there's no need to bother you again later; this is a talisman I crafted based on the Hidden Sage's knowledge, individualized for each person, which, when activated, can record all of the user's remembered knowledge."

Hermosiuyin fell silent for a moment, then sighed, reached out to take the talisman from the Prophet's Avatar, and in the process tossed a candy into his mouth.

Gripping the bronze-colored talisman tightly, he chanted in Ancient Hermetic, "Knowledge!"

The bronze-colored talisman suddenly burst forth with a somewhat blinding light; specks of bronze light darted about, tracing mysterious symbols that formed pair after pair of illusory eyes.

Those illusory eyes stared unblinking ahead, as if meticulously recording something.

This state lasted less than half a minute; the specks of bronze light swiftly converged, forming a translucent light sphere in midair.

The Prophet's Avatar pulled from the other pocket a blue crystal the size of a child's fist, engraved with the emblem of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

The translucent light sphere floating in midair, as if pulled, flew straight into the blue crystal.

Having put away the blue crystal containing the recorded knowledge of the Second-Generation Difference Engine, the Prophet's Avatar bowed slightly toward Hermosiuyin and said:

"Thank you for your help."

"Cough~ cough cough~" Hermosiuyin coughed several times before regaining his strength, his voice hoarse as he spoke:

"It's fine; although I don't yet know what deal Vinitan made with you, it doesn't stop me from choosing to trust their judgment."

(End of chapter)