Chapter 1124: World Line Reload_6

“What do you think, isn’t it terrifying… that giant serpent?”

Mr. Shire looked at Klein nervously putting down the crystal, and with a smile asked, his eyes carrying a trace of imperceptible yet fervent admiration: “How beautiful and powerful it is, don’t you think? It is undoubtedly a complete mythological form, yet allows one to witness it directly without harm—truly incredible.”

Listening to such unmasked admiration, Klein opened his mouth but didn’t understand what “mythological form” meant, though after experiencing the Meigaoosi incident earlier, he vaguely grasped the other’s meaning.

It seems witnessing the image of such an existence beyond human intelligence without being harmed is extraordinarily incredible.

But…

But, to him, the important point isn’t this at all!

He tightly held the crystal in his hand, as if grasping a lifeline, clenching his teeth hard, recalling the final startling scene in the recorded image he just saw—

The endless sea of thunder, timeless lightning covering the sky, a series of rumbling thunderstorms swept across the land, their posture like shadows with horns and claws obscuring the sky, the roar nearly tearing the heavens apart, the descending torrential rain capable of triggering floods, its power making living beings unable to gaze directly, merely sensing that aura causes shivers!

Wind, rain, thunder, lightning, the four saints of heaven and earth! Just like the magnificent path!

The power of the Gods seems unable to compete with it!

On Klein’s pale face, a streak of abnormal flush appeared, causing his whole body to tremble slightly. To outsiders, this seemed like a normal frightened reaction, but actually only he knew he couldn’t suppress his inner excitement…

What giant serpent!

That’s a dragon! That’s a Divine Dragon!!

Klein couldn’t describe the flutter in his heart at this moment, he clenched his fists tightly, the intense unreal feeling even made him doubt if he was dreaming.

Too unreal! This development is too bizarre, not only is it shocking for the indigenous people of this world, but to him, it is also tremendously impactful… Recalling the entire recorded image, Klein’s breathing became heavy, that was not just a dragon, it seemed to be a Daoist, because the shape was really too distinctive, recognizable at a glance.

Moon-white Daoist robe…

Thirty-three layers of pure light shining…

Golden lamp, strings of beads, clouds of celebration clustered around…

Maybe the people of this world don’t recognize it, but as a transmigrator, Comrade Xiao Zhou, almost instantly upon seeing these elements, reacted as if electric shock, this is definitely an “Immortal”!

And the reason he was so excited was that the appearance of an “Immortal” he acknowledged seemed to signify a connection with the world he existed in before transmigration, more tightly than this fantasy world! Even due to such a connection, a possibility flashed like lightning through his mind, recalling the sacred names that led to his transmigration!

Blessed Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable…

Blessed Xuanhuang Celestial Monarch…

Blessed Xuanhuang Celestial God…

Blessed Xuanhuang Celestial Venerable…

In this world of steam and machinery, divine spirits and the extraordinary, the mere style of these sacred names was full of discord, an incompatible feeling.

But at this moment, under the hint of existing clues, Klein directly linked them, these sacred names suddenly seemed to have a pattern, a trail to follow. Yes, he felt very likely this was the key, perhaps… that “Immortal” came for him?

Hmm, or should I say, tracing the trajectory of that Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable? The more Klein thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

But after the excitement, as the pounding heart slowly calmed down, he realized a key issue, which is that he can’t leverage these connections.

Unlike his own passive and inexplicable transmigration, that “Immortal” obviously came intentionally. And such a figure who can traverse the universe with Great Divine Techniques, once arriving directly striking down Gods, even intending to sweep through all the Gods in this Otherworld with dominance, how could he possibly have the qualification to converse equally with it, or negotiate terms…

Taking a deep breath, Klein began to worry anxiously, thinking he saw the dawn of returning, only to discover it’s not that simple.

He shook his head, looked up, only to see Mr. Shire showing a half-smile expression.

Sensing he might be a bit out of composure, Klein quickly wanted to explain, indicating he was just too shocked, unable to regain composure for a long time, but just as he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered something, staring somewhat blankly at the other.

Wait! No, Mr. Shire’s behavior isn’t right!

His attitude towards this matter, the secret knowledge he holds, almost directly indicates his identity is problematic, absolutely not just an ordinary Sequence 7 “Appraiser”!

Receiving too much information in a short time, everything happening before and after his fainting hitting him altogether, he totally couldn’t process it, instead neglecting this most obvious sign.

“Seems you’ve reacted, Klein…”

The young man opposite also smiled: “Then let’s reintroduce each other, I am Shire, Shire Gustav, the current president of the Third Secret Ceremony Society… Now sincerely invite you to join the Secret Ceremony Society.”

Klein opened his mouth, only feeling a chill down his spine, trying his best to calm down, showing an awkward yet polite smile, dryly playing dumb and speaking: “Third Secret Ceremony Society? I-I haven’t heard of this organization…”

“How could that be, haven’t you seen the related records in my father’s diary?” Shire still smiled, his voice flat like calm water. “It’s in the pages of the diary I gave you, I remember it clearly.”

Just these simple words were like a sharp ice pick stabbing into Klein’s heart, seemingly freezing his blood altogether, making him feel cold all over.

“You… you…”

At this moment, fear reached its peak, Klein nearly losing the ability to think, “You actually know the kind of text in the diary?!”

“The great Master of Secret Rites knows everything, He is King of Magic, Magician, also Demon God, all variables, the only one, mastering knowledge and memory, past and future’s eternal crown…”

Shire spoke seriously, he did not know why the great Master wanted to be severed from the image that has descended, but this didn’t prevent him from executing the Master’s command.

“Just like that giant serpent, my Master is also a great existence from outer voids, merely extending His hand into this universe earlier…”

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“…”

The opposite Klein listened while his mind was blank, his whole person numb.

Could it be, besides “Daoist Sect Invasion”, there’s also “Magic Race Transmigration”? In Shire’s few words, he subconsciously conjured a strange thought to explain the currently chaotic worldview—are the transcendent powers of the world developing otherworld chanting alongside the magic powers, both targeting this universe?