"Congratulations."
"Your entry ’Mandala Uroboros’ has advanced in rank, acquiring an additional entry:"
"Ouroboros Eyes."
"Description: Because you already possess the ’Eye of Truth’, now with the power of ’Mandala Uroboros’, you can see the opposing faction."
"——You’re on the right track, brother."
This entry is quite sothing.
In the Other Shore World, where both eyes are veiled in darkness, such a source of intelligence is indeed needed.
Shen Ye nodded slightly.
In the darkness.
A fierce wind swept by, transforming into a shadow in the sky outside the ruins, instantly engaging in combat with another silhouette.
The shockwaves from their clash trembled throughout the Void.
Yet, in the collapsed building where Shen Ye was, there seed to still be so weak protective asures.
So for the mont, Shen Ye was relatively safe.
He held his breath and waited for a while.
Once he was certain the battle outside couldn’t reach here, he unfolded the Transformation Card.
On the card was illustrated a man holding a mask.
In faint letters beside the card:
"The Earlier You."
"Identity Card."
"Description: When you use this card, you obtain all the experiences explored by the ’Earlier You’, starting anew from this mont."
"——You replace the self who had fallen into despair."
Shen Ye squeezed it forcefully.
Snap.
The card shattered, transforming into beams of light that rged into his body.
Scenes flashed through Shen Ye’s mind.
Indeed!
The Exile is a Broken Card ford by the Power of Doomsday Destruction and the Master of the Ancient High-dinsional.
It can transcend space-ti dinsions to capture any existence in a life-and-death crisis.
This is an incredibly astonishing power!
How could Shen Ye feel at ease exposing such gate power?
Any power, once used on others, might be leaked.
Because on the Other Shore above the Aether——
He knows no one.
——One mustn’t trust others carelessly!
Rather than using it on the beings of the Other Shore, it’s better to use it on oneself.
To use it on the self that had already reached the Other Shore, fully exploring secrets, undergoing various battles, and ultimately falling into a critical life and death situation!
After all, the "Exile" can transcend space-ti dinsions, pulling back the future self ensnared in mortal combat!
Standing in the "Present", using the "Exile" to save the self of the "Future"——
This is the proper reasoning!
In a completely unknown environnt, trusting oneself is better than trusting others to keep the "Exile" secret!
Moreover, by saving oneself this way, one can obtain the adventure experiences of the yet-to-fall self through the "Transformation Card".
"Hmm..."
Shen Ye slightly closed his eyes, trembling continuously, as though dreaming.
Uncountable mories surged in Shen Ye’s mind, every gain and decision vividly clear, progressively more precise.
At a certain mont.
Shen Ye opened his eyes, revealing an expression of understanding.
"It’s begun..."
He murmured, taking large strides into the interior of the house, quickly searching around.
After a short ti.
He found a slightly protruding brick, extended his finger to tap it lightly five tis, waited three seconds, tapped twice, waited two seconds, tapped once, and finally tapped seven tis in succession.
The ground silently split open.
A descending staircase appeared before Shen Ye’s eyes.
He was about to step down, when suddenly Charlotte’s voice rang in his ear:
"Song Yinchen is willing to contribute Truth Creation ’White Night Demon Cage’, on the condition that she explores the Other Shore with you."
"I’ve seen her, she is absolutely capable of being your support."
Shen Ye leapt into the passageway, descended the stairs.
——The stones closed behind him, erasing the passage’s traces.
"Reject her."
He said without a second thought.
"Just one helper, plus one last piece of Truth Creation—you choose to refuse?" Charlotte asked, surprised.
"Yes, also convey to her, if she can command more than five Laws, only then to speak of entering the Other Shore." Shen Ye replied.
"Understood." Charlotte’s voice disappeared.
——However, her tone held no dissatisfaction, instead it seed sowhat pleased.
Shen Ye continued onward.
In truth.
Last ti he reached the Other Shore, he agreed to Song Yinchen’s terms.
But what happened later proved——
He was too hasty in establishing identity and doting on Song Yinchen, causing matters to spiral out of control.
This ti, certainly not!
Shen Ye halted, gazing at the candlelit wooden door at the passage’s end.
He waited a breath.
A voice erged from beyond the door:
"Alright, materials or intelligence?"
"Intelligence." Shen Ye replied.
"What will you trade?"
"Just take a look, exchange for what I need."
"Please, co in."
The wooden door creaked open with a grating sound.
Shen Ye entered.
Inside was a room filled with stacks of books.
A three-ter-tall, two-headed Ogre stood behind a desk, writing rapidly.
One head focused intently on the paper atop the desk, while the other turned to Shen Ye, whistling:
"Truth? Doomsday? Old Order? Or sothing else?"
"I haven’t decided yet." Shen Ye replied confidently.
"Haven’t decided your faction? But you don’t quite look like a newcor." the Ogre probed.
"That’s because my heritage is sowhat ancient—I’ve also heard of your thods, please don’t throw onto the battlefield to feed the Eight-legged Life-devouring Demon Spirit; that would ruin our relationship." Shen Ye replied nonchalantly.
The Ogre paused its writing.
Both its heads lifted, scrutinizing Shen Ye:
"You know a lot about ."
"Who wouldn’t know you?" Shen Ye shrugged: "The renowned intelligence agent, the sharer of wisdom and strength, the Ogre Tragamum·Nascent."
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