Chapter 48

Just then, the void beside the table suddenly became hazy, countless pieces of information appearing, past, present, and future information intertwining here to form a special world.

The next moment, a blurry figure stepped out of this world, gradually solidifying.

Apparently startled by the anomaly before her, Edwina Edwards' light‑blue eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

But before she could react, the void shifted, as if door after door were being flung open, and her figure was instantly locked in place.

After a moment, the blurry figure fully solidified, turning directly into the silhouette of a traveler wearing a hooded robe—Feng Yi.

Glancing around, Feng Yi felt a stir in his heart, and the ancient, mysterious brush in his hand vanished.

This ancient, mysterious brush was precisely the original 0‑08 seal item, Alesuhode's Brush.

However, after obtaining it, Feng Yi naturally reforged it anew using the power of the Yellow Earth Altar, transforming it into its present form, making it the second seal item in his hand.

It was precisely by relying on the guidance of this seal item that Feng Yi could so easily determine the coordinates here and directly shuttle here using the Door Path's ability.

Thoughts turning in his mind, he subconsciously glanced at the sheepskin‑bound book on the table, at the name written on its dark brown cover: Groseel Travelogue.

Taking a step forward and reaching out, the sheepskin‑bound book instantly fell into Feng Yi's hand.

Feeling the connection between this book and the 0‑08 seal item on his person, his face showed little joy, instead revealing a strange expression.

Just then, his spiritual sense twitched slightly, and an illusory Bagua appeared in his heart, clearing his mind.

He subconsciously turned his gaze, and a figure resembling a priest in simple white robes with a light‑gold beard entered his vision.

The priest seemed to have always been standing here, yet also omnipresent, but Feng Yi paid no heed, subconsciously ignoring him.

The priest's gaze was peaceful and clear, like that of a pure child, yet deep within lay an ineffable indifference and the weariness of ages.

"Adam!"

This thought arose in his mind, Feng Yi's spirit seemed to detach from his body, his pupils contracting sharply.

Noticing Feng Yi's gaze, Adam looked at him calmly and said softly, "The Great Dao is empty, all worlds are empty, fate too is empty; everything is already predetermined, why do you struggle?"

The instant his words fell, Adam lightly tapped four times in front of him, while a silver cross pendant hung before him.

Seeing this, Feng Yi subconsciously snapped his fingers.

Bang

The void overlapped layer upon layer, the phantoms of countless doors flung open, as if the entire space were infinitely extended, becoming a boundless void world.

But the next moment, black stone pillars rose up all around, supporting a grand and holy bone church that sealed off all space.

Hum

In another direction of the room, Edwina Edwards stared, unable to take in the scenes unfolding within, feeling as if she had walked onto the wrong stage.

Although she could not comprehend the mysterious and bizarre scenes before her, she clearly understood that the two figures who had suddenly appeared were high‑sequence powerhouses, far beyond her reach.

Before she could react further, the surrounding void blurred, as if a door had been opened, and her figure directly left this space.

Just before disappearing, the last figure in her sight was that mysterious man in a hooded robe, dressed as a traveler.

She had an inexplicable feeling that it was he who had sent her away from this place.

On the deck of the Golden Dream, the void blurred, as if a door had opened, and a figure emerged from within—Edwina Edwards.

Having appeared here, facing the doubtful gazes of many crew members, she hesitated not at all and directly led all the crew away from the Golden Dream.

As a seasoned extraordinary being, she well understood that regardless of who those two mysterious beings were, this matter was not something she could involve herself in.

After putting considerable distance between herself and the Golden Dream, Edwina Edwards hastily sent a message to the forces behind her.

Her outward identity is that of one of the pirate generals, the "Iceberg General," but her true identity is a member of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom.

Upon encountering such an extraordinary event surpassing her current level, her first reaction was to inform the high‑ranking members of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom.

After an unknown amount of time, when Edwina Edwards and the demigod powerhouses of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom who had come to this place entered the Golden Dream, they discovered that those two mysterious figures had long since vanished, and the travelogue, Groseel Travelogue, had disappeared as well.

At the same time, gazing at the room that seemed unchanged, Edwina Edwards involuntarily recalled the image of that hooded‑robed figure, pondering how he had appeared.

"He is a high‑sequence powerhouse of the Door Path; I was sent out from that mysterious church by him using the Door Path's sequence ability!"

Within the sacred and solemn bone church.

Seeing Feng Yi's movement, Adam's expression shifted slightly, a hint of disappointment in the depths of his eyes, and he spoke calmly: "It seems He has still made His own choice!"

"Moreover, all the gifts of fate have already had their prices secretly marked; you are no exception, and neither is He!"

"It doesn't matter!"

Hearing Adam's words, Feng Yi at this moment seemed like a different person, his aura carrying a touch of antiquity and ethereality, his eyes reflecting endless vicissitudes, and he casually chuckled: "Who can truly determine the future? I must continue to exist now, so that I may repay them in the future; from this perspective, my current interests align with theirs."

Having said this, Feng Yi gave Adam a slight smile and said: "Fate is not fixed, the future cannot be wholly occupied; everything is possible!"

The instant his words fell, his figure instantly became blurred, continually twisting and reforming, ultimately transforming into a tarot card depicting a buxom woman standing amidst a wreath.

World Card!

The next moment, the World Card turned illusory, directly transforming into a clear, pure crimson full moon, shedding specks of crimson and holy light.

In an instant, the entire bone church continually writhed, as if it had acquired its own sentience, beginning to rebel against its master.

After an unknown period, the bone church returned to calm, the crimson full moon also vanished, leaving only Adam in simple white robes.

Faint traces of scarlet hue flickered on his body, as if some ineffable concept had been forcibly absorbed by the scarlet color.

After a long while, he finally erased the scarlet hue from his body completely.

Thereafter, he gazed deep into the vault of the bone church and said softly: "Even if one truly gained Their support, it would merely be buying time; in this situation, how long could your resistance possibly last?"

Heh!

Faintly, a light chuckle sounded, and Adam's figure seemed struck by lightning, his breath also growing weak.

However, Adam paid no heed to the change in his own breath, instead casually shaking his head and revealing a faint smile.

Lordsdorf Archipelago, within a somewhat dilapidated building.

At its center stood a blasphemous idol resembling a colossal sea serpent, exuding a hint of madness and bloodlust.

Beside the idol, Feng Yi casually tossed aside the corpse of a man whose arm bore a teal‑blue sea serpent tattoo.

Just then, he seemed to sense something; the silver‑white ring on his hand glimmered faintly, and a sheepskin‑bound book appeared in his hand.

At the same time, streams of information floated in his mind, giving him a faint insight, and his face involuntarily showed a hint of complex sigh.

"This Lord of Mysteries world is indeed not simple; it is probably a universe under one side of the myriad heavens. Now it seems that the big shots of this side have all come down, and I'm afraid I'm being treated as a pawn of that big shot behind the original Creator."

"Tsk tsk, such a strong sense of déjà vu! As soon as I landed, I was noticed, and even just a little Kalami got entangled with the big shots—no wonder I've always felt like I'm being pushed by fate; this really is a world extremely unfriendly to transmigrators!"

"What kind of luck is this? The first world I transmigrated into is this powerful!"

Thinking of this, Feng Yi couldn't help but feel somewhat torn: 'Am I fortunate or unfortunate? Could this be the fate brought by the status of Fuxi?'

"But it's no wonder my spiritual sense warned me not to linger; I really need to hurry away!"

With his thoughts turning, Feng Yi glanced at the evil idol before him, his heart stirred, and a figure walked out from within him, gradually solidifying—it was exactly his counterpart from another plane in this world, the likeness of Adrian Lord.

This is Sequence 3 of the Watcher Pathway, the Dreamweaver's ability, which can separate a certain identity of oneself and turn it into a real existence.

Although Feng Yi is not the Sequence 3 Dreamweaver, he possesses in his hand a sealed item formed from the extraordinary characteristic of the Sequence 1 Author of the Watcher Pathway, and with the aid of the Yellow Clay Altar's power, he can also achieve this.

Looking at the familiar figure before him, Feng Yi's heart stirred, and the Yellow Clay Altar appeared, with an illusory Bagua diagram flowing upon it, constantly turning.

In an instant, all connections of karma, fate, etc., in this world were condensed out and fell upon this figure, to be borne by this figure.

Having done all that, without lingering further, Feng Yi's heart stirred, and the black and white light points deep in his mental world continually shifted, forming a line above all dimensions, as if situated above the true myriad heavens—the River of Fate.

His figure instantly dissipated, as if turning into some kind of rule, merging into his own innate spiritual light.

All traces vanished, leaving only a strand of innate spiritual light existing in another dimension, enveloping the Yellow Clay Altar, merging into the River of Fate, and becoming a single point of light within it.

Adrian Lord, who remained in place, glanced at the surrounding scene, as if just reacting, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes.

After a moment, as if thinking of something, he glanced at the corpse before him, his form shifting, taking on the appearance of the corpse lying on the ground.

After destroying the original corpse to erase traces, he glanced at the evil idol before him, resembling a sea serpent, and walked out of the cave.

At the same time, a series of whispers sounded from his mouth: 'Human Dao Power, Man-God Unity, Rules and Order.'

Becklund.

Weir's heart stirred, and a tiny black and white light point emerged from within him, merging into the void and disappearing.

In a special place of the Nameless Dimension, a figure clad in black imperial robes, wearing an imperial crown, and treading dragon-scale boots, an imperial presence, sat cross-legged here.

A tiny black and white light point emerged from within him, merging into the ancient fur atop his head that depicted the yin-yang Bagua.

At this moment, His body suddenly trembled slightly; the remaining survival instinct automatically concealed all traces, then returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

(End of Chapter)