A torrent of information exploded in Gu Jianlin's mind.
This massive laboratory unraveled and reconstructed in his mind, whether it was the scratch marks on the stone tables, the footprints left on the ground, or the dried ink on the documents, including the Alchemy Matrix filled with a sense of technology on the pitch-black throne, as if narrating an ancient history to him.
He seemed to see someone seated on the throne, with Believers clad in Holy Robes bowing and kneeling.
Silver and Gold, including Rhein, had once sat here, and the traces of Alchemy Matrix burning could be seen everywhere.
A fierce wind attacked from the darkness, it was the sound of a blade slicing through the air.
Gu Jianlin suddenly awoke, drawing the blood-red ghost knife to block, the crimson blade light illuminating his face.
Clang!
The clash of blades, sparks flying from the friction, both sides' Dimension Slashes canceling each other out.
