Every one of them had made great historical achievents, becoming heroes at the turning points of civilization.
Based on what the other party said, does that an I still basked in Silvia's glory?
Shiayar's thoughts whirred rapidly.
re squabbles within the Ancient Dukedom Azure Garden hardly qualified as historical turning points.
His recognition for "Opening Stellar Frontiers" was mainly because he changed Silvia's fate or, perhaps more accurately, because he also directly facilitated the birth of the "White Tower."
As a purely academic organization dedicated to teaching and nurturing, the White Tower beca a beacon of uninterrupted civilization inheritance during the period of Calamity Land.
It could be said that the butterfly effect caused by his saving Silvia directly changed the course of future human history.
With Golden Dawn's Rank, it's not surprising they could discover my identity in the Echo of History of the Ancient Dukedom Azure Garden. After all, when I entered the first Echo of History, I had no concept of concealing my identity and just acted as myself. Add to that the later banquet, where Silvia and I were both in the continental spotlight. It was understandable that soone could piece things together.
But that being said, they should have no idea about my Cain alias.
Shiayar couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Speaking of which, his Cain alias could also fully live up to the na of "Star Chaser."
Moreover, he completed the "Opening Stellar Frontiers" all by his own strength, without the need to rely on Silvia's influence.
Although the reputation he'd left behind was certainly negative.
It seems Golden Dawn isn't as powerful as I imagined; they couldn't even see through my Cain alias.
A gathering on the first of every month, huh...
Shiayar recalled the letter's contents.
And, after the letter crumbled away, the converging strands and streaks of starlight had ford a faint, inexplicable guidance.
He could feel that by following this guidance, the source of his Spirituality could traverse the barriers of the Main Material Plane and reach so distant, lofty place.
"Is this the address for Golden Dawn's monthly gathering?"
"Yes, Master."
The Knowledge Holy Chalice respectfully displayed text within the Soul Pact Space.
"Golden Dawn must have mastered so ancient mystery, perhaps involving the power of the World Tree. Its monthly gatherings are held in a place independent of the Main Material Plane. And it doesn't exist in any of the known secondary planes, the Astral Realm, or the Spirit Realm. The only way to join the gathering is to follow the spiritual guidance in the early hours of the first of every month. If it's not the appointed ti, then let alone a Demigod, even a True God couldn't glimpse that place..."
The Knowledge Holy Chalice continued to imprint text.
But the next mont, its motion stiffened slightly.
For it saw Shiayar's surroundings suddenly flicker with brilliant starlight.
Dark mist suffused the air, and Shiayar's core Spirituality, following the spiritual guidance, vanished from the Main Material Plane.
This left only the Knowledge Holy Chalice in the Soul Pact Space, staring in utter bewildernt at the small, dark room that had ford once again.
What on earth is Master's background?
...
Shiayar felt himself enveloped by a pitch-black fog.
It made him feel as if he were floating among the clouds.
This world of only black fog didn't belong to the Main Material Plane, nor did it belong to the Spirit Realm or the Astral Realm.
Yet it possessed a lofty Rank, far unlike those dependent planes or Sub-dinsions, which were inherently inferior.
It's not ti yet, so how did I get here?
Shiayar, too, was sowhat perplexed at this mont.
He had only intended to casually try it out, while simultaneously morizing the direction of the spiritual guidance.
He hadn't expected to actually get in.
Moreover, he didn't even need to expend his own spiritual power, as if the black fog itself was actively welcoming his arrival.
I'm growing more and more curious about what secrets I'm actually hiding.
Shiayar watched the black fog, which billowed up and down as if welcoming his arrival, and fell silent for a mont.
He was no fool. If his unreliable system could be explained away as so kind of transmigrator's cheat—a deus ex machina of sorts—that was one thing. But even beyond that, there were far too many anomalies concerning him. Even a Throne like Isadella, using the power of the Sacred Sword to travel to the past, would be constrained by the Power of Historical Correction. She could only act in accordance with the grand tide of history, as any forceful defiance would lead to irresistible destruction. Yet he had traveled through an Echo of History twice. No matter what he did within them, even if he caused enormous changes, he had never faced any significant hindrance. Then there was his mysterious 4th Soul Pact and his undying body. All of this strongly suggested that the secrets he harbored were far from ordinary. But if he were to be honest, his origins were indeed rather obscure. As far back as he could rember, he had been raised by an old icy plains hunter in Northern Territory Ceylon. However, according to the old man, he had actually been found in so abandoned ruins out on the ice field. If I get the chance, I really should go back to Ceylon and take a look.
He wasn't the type to enjoy being kept in the dark. With Shiayar's temperant, he much preferred to plan ticulously before acting, to be In Control of the overall situation; only then could he feel at ease.
A thought flickered through Shiayar's mind.
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