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

"Let's board!"

In the next instant, enormous shadow tentacles rose from the other side of the intact Rostock, and a huge single eye opened from the top of the shadow, staring indifferently and calmly at everything in Rostock.

Suddenly, its gaze fell upon the port.

The moment it found its target, the tentacle suddenly leaped across the clouds, buildings, and sea of ​​fire, its tip sweeping over the Rostock harbor lighthouse before landing on the sea.

Whether it's clouds, buildings, a sea of ​​fire, or a lighthouse—none of these things have had their structures destroyed by the tentacles of shadow, except for the sea.

The sea surged with towering waves the moment it was struck.

The tsunami instantly destroyed the long-standing lighthouse, and the Star Antimony ship was thrown high into the air before falling back into the water.

The seawater rushed over the breakwater, flooding the burning port and buildings, extinguishing the flames that covered half of Rostock.

As shadows fell, the enormous shadow tentacles became even more grotesque—

The exile looked up in astonishment, rolled on the ground to avoid the falling bricks and stones, and then jumped onto the surrounding buildings several times to avoid being swept away by the sea.

But the danger didn't end there. When she turned around, she saw that Li Lin and Nian were gone.

A chill ran down her spine and up to the back of her head. She quickly drew her pistol, and gray wings seemed to emerge from the shadows, draping over her fair back.

The surging tide swept over the low buildings around him. The exile stood on the sloping rooftop, pistol in hand, looking at a woman not far away, neatly dressed, with a high-rising chest and a grotesque black staff piercing her temple.

The bloodline within the exile warned her to stay away from this woman.

She's dangerous!

......

Standing on a vast, empty sea, she saw large amounts of hot steam rising from beneath her feet, making it appear as if she were being lifted up by clouds.

With a metallic roar, the tiny dragon suddenly grew larger and longer, rising straight up from the ground.

Amidst the continuous clanging, a tremendous tremor and a teeth-grinding friction sound suddenly arose, followed by countless ores rising from the bottom of the sea—these things were once called Orichalcum, but only those who truly entered the Sun's Abode and were permitted to know the higher secrets knew that all Orichalcum flowed from the body of the one who forged the immortal.

In an even stranger period of history, these liquid metals were used to record history itself, and they were known as "the yellow of ecstasy."

The metal was shaped under the scorching fire, and the enormous sun disc, which terrified all living beings, was recast and hung high in the sky, with dim yellow sunlight streaming down from behind the dragon.

The dragon's face was solemn and cold, with its hair and beard bristling.

The molten golden pupils lowered, gazing at the dust before them that seemed to be here, yet was not here.

Her voice rang out like a grand bell, filled with indescribable frustration and rage.

"Why should I... waste my time on such a inferior creation as you?!"

277. A glorious resurrection!

Meanwhile, Snyder was debating whether to eat an orange to give himself a mental boost or just reveal his identity and beg for mercy.

The year has already passed, and the clash between the scholar Arcana and the historian has been a metaphysical one, yet it has already affected the reality of the waking world.

“The water temperature is rising,” Veldine said.

"Huh...?" Xingti looked down at the sea with some doubt. The overwhelming shadow was evenly spread across the sea, and the previously turbulent sea had returned to calm, with no signs of the water temperature rising.

“Let Apple try.” Apple wobbled off Star Antimony’s shoulder and gazed at the sea.

The air was slightly distorted and transparent, probably due to some kind of invisible magic.

The moment its air straw actually touched the seawater, the apple shuddered and, dizzy, fell from the sky into Xingti's hand.

“The seawater… is scalding hot, incredibly hot,” Apple struggled to say.

That was the power of the year being revealed when it transcended the blockade imposed by all historians.

Her abilities could even cause the collapse of spatial and temporal dimensions. If it weren't for the need to find the secret historical figures of the various historians, she was confident that she could completely evaporate these intercepted branches of secret history within five minutes.

It was precisely because of the rivalry between the year and Arcana that Arcana was already overwhelmed before they could fully drag Virtin and others into the course of history.

But what truly troubled her, besides the year, was this key hunter.

……

On the vast sea, a narrow sampan has one person sitting at each end.

One of them was wearing a high-necked trench coat, had messy black hair, fair skin, and lifeless eyes like a dead fish.

Another woman wore a black dress, the edges of which were embroidered with the doctrine of the Reconstruction Hand, making her appear mysterious and extraordinary.

This mature woman is tall and slender, with a high, prominent chest that reveals a large expanse of fair skin and a deep cleavage. Her black dress outlines her flat stomach and thighs, and her long legs are crossed, with a pair of black high heels on her toes.

Something seemed to be flowing in Arcana's eyes, like a lake, and a strange star-shaped staff ran from left to right through her temple, flickering with her breath.

Arcana stared at Li Lin's deadpan eyes, then suddenly smiled: "You've grown even faster than I expected..."

"Please don't say things that could be misunderstood," Li Lin replied with dead fish eyes, then his pupils dilated as if he remembered something, "You are that...that...that...that...that..."

He recalled that when he was still in Vienna, there had been an immortal who tried to pry into his privacy.

Li Lin just couldn't remember his name.

Arcana's smile froze for a moment, then vanished without a trace.

If she hadn't been observing Li Lin through various channels for some time, she would have been angry by now.

Getting angry leads to a loss of reason, and a loss of reason allows Li Lin to easily outsmart you.

Key hunters seem to be able to inflict all sorts of bizarre contaminations on their targets through any means—as long as they can communicate.

Whether you are a knower or an immortal.

“I am Arcana, the former Key Hunter.” The mentor behind the Reincarnation of the Hand bowed slightly. “It is an honor to meet you here, you immortal being who has broken free from your own history.”

Someone has arrived.

The signs were clear enough—the wounds of history ached, the knots of time loosened, and the words recorded in books dimmed. All signs pointed to an immortal being drawing near!

An immortal being who is curious about you has arrived!

Abstract symbols belonging to the Secret History Code appeared on the table. The white light shone brightly and then disappeared without a trace. A deep pink card lay quietly on the table. Abstract strokes were drawn on it, depicting a beautiful face with a star-shaped staff piercing through the temple.

[Arcana, a scholar of history]

She hasn't made any move yet; she's just observing you.

“Is there any possibility,” Li Lin replied, “that you can speak normally, without being so childish.”

Coming from a lunatic like him, these words naturally have no persuasive power whatsoever.

After commenting on Arcana, Li Lin maliciously added, "You're such a grown man, how can you still talk like such a childish person? I couldn't do that."

Anyway, Arcana didn't know how he usually spoke, while Master Li could talk standing up without any back pain.

Arcana sighed. She finally understood the kind of pain Forget-Me-Not usually endured; this pervasive feeling was truly overwhelming.

Forget-me-not uses a ritual called "The Night's Watch's Lament," and what he loses is the "knowledge" he possesses. The Night's Watch, Eye Door, is a god who pursues knowledge without mercy. He once abandoned his mercy and kindness, transforming into the midnight light and the forerunner of the coming sun.

In other words, what the Night's Watch discarded was the "shadow" that He once possessed.

Contrary to popular belief, the radiance, while representing light, also carries a sense of cruelty, while the shadow, in a sense, represents protection. Light precedes shadow, and the Night's Watch often walks through the wallless wilderness. This ritual can attract the Night's Watch's attention, but it carries immense danger. The White Forge in the Hour once cast a casual glance across several worlds toward the destruction of Corsiche, and Forget-Me-Not's actions are tantamount to repeatedly teetering on the edge of suicide.

The way that luminaries and mystics worship the Night's Watch is by using a knife to open the door in their pupils.

Fortunately, since the specifics of what happened were unknown, the Night Watchman's gaze merely swept across the surface of the waking world and did not actually fall on Forget-Me-Not. His ritual was able to successfully communicate with his mentor, allowing Arcana to cast power from its own historical tributary.

Master Li looked Arcana up and down, lingering for a moment on her prominent chest before a look of disgust appeared on his face.

Even Da Niu Zhi isn't considered a woman.

Unaware of Li Lin's malicious gaze, Arcana sighed: "What ultimately led you to betray us, Mr. Abraham?"

Forget-me-not may have been influenced by some force in her divination, causing her to overlook certain crucial facts. However, being in the midst of history, she saw things very clearly, and the Hand of Reshaping was actually not bad for either Li Lin or the exiles.

“I understand that you have gained the appreciation of the immortals and the named beings in the Mansus, and you have inherited the legacy of the ancient astrologers in the Mansus. The Mansus’ destiny protects you, but you have trampled on the good intentions of the Reconstruction Hand time and time again. Now you even want to cooperate with the liquidators of this era to frame me... Abraham, Mr. Abraham, you have no respect for me at all, you do not regard us as friends, and as a member of the Reconstruction Hand, you are not even willing to call me a mentor.”

278. What era are we living in that people are still studying traditional history?

Li Lin remained unmoved; Arcana's astonishing bust size was like a gentle breeze to him.

Seemingly realizing that moral blackmail was completely ineffective against Li Lin, Arcana changed his approach and laid out the pros and cons: "You have already passed the test of the Night Watchman, Pupil Door. Now you should have your own thoughts. Tell me, are you really willing to add another stone to the wall of Mansu and become an angel of those Siren?"

“I didn’t want to either,” Li Lin argued. “Those old geezers gave us way too much.”

"Old man..." Arcana was taken aback.

The main reason was that it was the first time she had heard anyone address the Sichens as such.

Seeing Arcana's slightly stunned expression, Li Lin pressed on: "Actually, I was forced into it. Those old wall lamps are all heretics who believe that same-sex love is true love. They are definitely LGBT people."

So he was saying all this to curry favor with him? Arcana's expression remained unchanged, but in reality, he had some other thoughts in his mind.

If it were an ordinary mystic or superhuman, she wouldn't even have the chance to glance at him, but Li Lin was different—his identity was far more complex than it appeared on the surface.

He was a key hunter who was destined to die in his younger sister's mouth, but he transformed into the most sought-after apprentice of the immortals. He clearly joined the White Forge, but somehow became the successor of the ancient god Flint... Isn't this more like Si Chen than the Foundation's misattributed "Si Chen"?

If Arcana didn't read novels, he would have gasped in shock at this moment, saying that this kid was terrifying and probably had the potential to become a god.

If there are reasons why Virtin has to fight for it, then Li Lin is a bargaining chip that must be held in one's hands—the foundation has a "Sichen," and their Reconstruction Hand should also have its own "Sichen."

“Mr. Abraham—” Arcana crossed her legs, leaned forward, and her eyes seemed to hold a myriad of stars, “yet I still sincerely invite you to join us—even though you and the exiles have betrayed us so deeply, I am still willing to give you a chance.”