I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

The higher the influence, the better. For a superhuman like the Lamp Spirit, who is skilled at using subtle means to project starlight from the constellations, this first-order influence can not only trouble the target, but also subtly influence them through the residue after the influence disappears.

Obsession leads to illusions, which in turn leads to madness, and when madness accumulates to a certain degree, the target's spirit disintegrates.

After a brief silence, Li Lin waved his arm, and all the mysterious atmosphere on the dark green table began to burn rapidly. The dim, silvery-white candlelight made the shadows around Li Lin sway incessantly, creating an air of mystery.

The exile took a stone from his chest.

It was more like a lamp than a stone.

A gentle yet bright and stable light source continuously radiates from the surface of the stone, giving rise to a feeling of warmth.

[A Legendary Artifact: The Sun-Kissing Stone]

[Sexual Form: Lamp]

[Appearance/Symptoms: Remnants of a painting. History did not originally unfold this way; things still remain, and their traces are far more numerous than imagined.]

A gift, from someone who is no longer the same.

When the exile placed his palm on the surface of the Sunkiss Stone, all the light disappeared, and it dimmed again, becoming a stone without any unusual features except for its golden surface.

“It’s resolved,” the exile said.

She got up and went to the door of the secret room, knocked lightly, indicating that she had left and that his hidden trap had been removed.

The door to the secret room opened from the inside. Virtue didn't bring her suitcase out; she left it inside for safety.

When she saw the stone in the exile's palm, her eyes froze slightly.

Clearly, Virtue from the future knew about this thing.

"You've seen it?" the exile asked. "Was it with the Foundation or with the anti-crime agencies of various countries?"

"The last Anti-Killing Bureau closed down in the 1980s, and the British Anti-Killing Bureau Chief, Lady Connie Lee, incorporated it into the foundation."

The exile's face was filled with disbelief. The Anti-Supernatural Bureau, as the countermeasures agency for various countries against supernatural forces, had always held an extremely important position. Now, suddenly, someone was telling her that the Anti-Supernatural Bureau would cease to exist...

History itself is so magical.

Fortunately, exiles have one good quality: they never dwell on things they cannot understand. She patted the Sun Kiss Stone in her hand.

"So what is your definition of it?"

"The remnants of an era."

What Wilting didn't say was that she had seen many of the so-called remnants of the era, some of which were even kept in her suitcase, but that was because Wilting had hidden them in her suitcase before the wave arrived.

Without her, those things would have been washed away by the torrential rain and ceased to exist.

But the Sun Kiss Stone is different; it was not affected by any human factors—as a remnant of the first generation, it remained until the Foundation's era.

Many thoughts flashed through Virtue's mind, but she ultimately said nothing, simply lowering her head and reaching out to adjust the top hat on her head.

"At the Foundation, we call it the Noon Stone."

A familiar name flashed through the exile's ignorant mind, but he couldn't recall anything corresponding to it. So, as a last resort, he turned his attention to Li Lin.

“Mithraism,” Li Lin said, his dead fish eyes wide. “It’s a secret sect that worships the sun.”

“I feel like I’ve heard this name before.” After pondering for a while, the exile finally gave up. “It’s what I got after hunting with a Berber friend.”

“We met in Rhine-Aachen and then traveled together for a while. In Marrakech, we caught a corrupted Suanni.”

"The Suanni, fallen?" Veldin asked.

According to the Foundation's archives, the Suanni is the most beautiful and proudest of the Lion Craftsmen's creations. They live in the sky, building their own kingdom with clouds, and never eat food from the ground. Their manes are as beautiful as burning flames and as gorgeous as the sunset.

A Suanni's lifespan is at least three hundred years.

"Yes, the Suanni was lured by Echidna's milk and fell from the sky to the earth, losing its beast form and becoming human."

The exile chuckled. “My Berber friend insists on killing him because she is a soldier serving Colonel Sichen and also carries out his ideals by hunting monsters for Him in the mortal world. Echidna, on the other hand, is very interested in the Suanni that was lured by him but managed to escape.”

“The Mother of Monsters,” Veltin said succinctly, then, as if remembering something, she added, “She was also the patron saint of viticulture in the Mediterranean in the past.”

In the mythological systems surrounding the Mediterranean, Echidna is known as the Mother of Monsters. Homer claims that she gave birth to many monster offspring for Typhon. Zoroastrian prophets believe she was once a god and an angel, who later fell from the devil. Silent Books believes that Echidna was a sinner who greedily devoured her own children in a certain era.

"What a learned and talented government official," the exile said with a hint of sourness.

“Anyway, I let him go, and this is his way of returning the favor,” the exile said. “Although I don’t know what else it can do besides emitting and absorbing light, it’s very beautiful.”

After some thought, Virtue decided to reveal the foundation's research on it in a limited way: "You're lucky you didn't throw it away."

"This is a relic from the era when the sun still shone, having been washed away by history seven times."

Veltin stretched out his finger and traced a simple circle on the surface of the Sun Kiss Stone: "It's like a painter wanting to repaint on a canvas, covering up the old painting with new paint, but something always remains."

"These are the remnants of a painting, relics of an era."

The foundation's "Sichen" stood up: "I know what's hidden in the University of Rostock."

263 Li Lin is utterly useless.

That was the knowledge her "teachers" had instilled in her mind before she left the foundation.

This period of history has been reconstructed more than once. The astrologers have repeatedly stirred up waves, rushing from the future to the past, and rewriting history again and again.

It's like a painter who's not satisfied with his own painting, so he uses another kind of paint to completely ruin the canvas.

Even so, something is still left on the canvas; with each re-enactment of history, remnants of the previous era remain.

Seven generations ago, it was the Stone of the Sun's Kiss, and four generations ago, it was a painting.

“This painting originated from the University of Rostock and later ended up in the foundation when the German Anti-Suppression Office was disbanded,” Wilting said calmly. “In the foundation, the painting is titled ‘Emerald as Rain in Memory.’”

The Stone of Sun's Kiss is a remnant of the Lamp's Guide, while "Emerald Green Like Rain in Memory" is a remnant of the Moth's Guide.

"I knew it," Li Lin sneered from the side. "So, when are you going to drive a tank and run over the Rostock University students?"

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," the exile said, indicating that he wasn't familiar with Li Lin.

“If I could buy it… never mind, if it could be bought with money, it wouldn’t be in the Rostock University museum anymore.” The exile fretted, fiddling with the feathers near his temples. “Let’s see if Professor Heinrich’s connections work out.”

"By the way, what were you going to show us?"

The forget-me-not's sudden visit interrupted their previous conversation; it seemed that Virtue wanted them to see something.

Virtue stood up and gestured for Li Lin and the exiles to follow her.

The three entered the secret room, a small room barely big enough for one person to be alone. There was only a dim yellow lamp, a chair, and the suitcase was placed neatly on the floor.

Veltin squatted down, reached out and pressed the snap on the surface of the suitcase, and after a short wait, she reached out and opened the suitcase.

“Come with me, don’t let go.” Virtin reached out and grabbed the exile’s hand, gesturing for her to hold onto Li Lin, so the three of them could form a line.

The three of them crawled into the seemingly small suitcase one by one, surrounded by darkness.

Clearly, Li Lin was not an honest man who would sit idly by and watch things unfold. In the silence and darkness, Master Li's voice echoed faintly: "We seem to be human centipedes."

What is a human centipede?

The exile regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth; she shouldn't have asked the question.

"It's basically sewing a person's mouth and anus together, forming a string. To be honest, it's not as creative as the guys in the next bed, but it's classic."

Li Lin vividly described the human centipede with just a few words, leaving the two men in front of him speechless.

I should have known that Li Lin wouldn't say anything nice.

And what kind of indescribable person is this "buddy" he's talking about?

"My roommate to my left, Zhu Jue, loves grilled kidneys, but unfortunately, he can only eat them once a year. So, he set up a barbecue grill next to my roommate to my right, Huo Wang..."

Fortunately, this journey has come to an end, and a lush forest appears before us, with a bright, constant light source in the sky illuminating the entire miniature garden.

In addition to a house, the center of the miniature garden also has a large plantation and a river that runs through the entire garden, making it look like a prototype of the Garden of Eden.

"Hey, Virtin, you've finally come to see me! Did you bring me any records from this era...?"

A girl wearing a British beret and large sunglasses, carrying a shoulder bag, hurried over, with Mr. Apple following behind her at a leisurely pace.

Upon seeing Li Lin and the others, a hint of embarrassment visibly crossed her face.

However, rock musicians are thick-skinned, and this awkward feeling quickly disappeared.

"This is Regulus, from England in the 1960s."

"Hey, stop talking about unimportant things." The girl called Xingti tugged at the polka-dot scarf around her neck in annoyance. She was wearing a daring A-line skirt, and a peace pendant hung from her shoulder bag.

"Hmph." Xingti proudly raised his chin. "Before you stands a revered pirate captain, the coolest radio jockey in the entire high seas, and a genius alchemist. Call me whatever you like!"

"As for Mr. Apple, I have already introduced myself," Mr. Apple, who was hovering beside her, said to Li Lin and the others.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xingti seemed to remember something, and stared directly at Li Lin with wide eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Wow, you're the lunatic Mr. Apple mentioned?"

Caught off guard, Apple quickly and unsteadily hid behind Star Antimony, trying to cover its ears in deception.

Li Lin's expression quickly turned ugly, a mixture of old and new grudges. The petty Li Lin suddenly reached out and pushed the exile forward to attract attention, then dribbled past Xing Ti with the ball, jumped up and smashed the ball with great force to grab Apple.

Before anyone could react, Li Lin waved his hand and threw the apple into the distance.

"Ah—Mr. Apple!" Star Antimony screamed as he realized what had happened.

“Don’t worry, the miniature world has its boundaries, Mr. Apple can fly back on his own,” Veltin reassured Xingti.