Where... is this?
In Tang's memory, he had never been to such a place.
The cold wind howled, bringing a chilling, suffocating sensation. Even though this was an image within the historical gap, a scene from the past, it still sent shivers down Tang's spine.
This was the feedback his spirituality gave him, yet his current level far surpassed Sequence Five, far surpassed the general level of demigods and angels.
There were things of equal level here, and their power was considerable.
Countless coffins were placed in the dim and cold mausoleum.
Inside the coffins were highly decomposed corpses.
Wings grew from their backs, but the feathers, which should have been pure white, were covered in layers of yellow grease, oily and malevolent, fused with the rotten flesh of the corpses.
Moreover, due to the oiliness from the feathers, something like amber oozed out from the surface of those corpses. After a long accumulation, it had cast a layer in the coffins, sticking the corpses and feathers together, never to be separated again, forming a bizarre appearance within the coffins.
Unsurprisingly, these corpses sealed in the coffins were still 'alive,' but countless spirit threads rising from them flew towards a certain place deep within the mausoleum.
Someone was manipulating these corpses, transforming them into marionettes.
The scene within the historical gap flickered constantly, following the layers of stairs and the countless spirit threads, extending deep into the mausoleum.
The cold darkness around was like substance. A phantom sound of rushing water began to reach Tang's ears. A thin layer of gray-white mist had appeared on the ground at some unknown time. It spread across the ground, calm and distant, like an ancient and unchanging mysterious entity.
Together, they sealed and suppressed the terrifying things beneath the floor tiles.
"Gray mist?"
Tang's pupils constricted slightly.
This color... the Lord of Mysteries' seal? Mausoleum? River of Eternal Darkness?!
No, Charm Daddy, where did you just send me?!
He had never been here before!
Tang's hairs stood on end. He wanted to immediately end the charm's power and leave the historical gap, but just as he was about to move, the scene in front of him suddenly zoomed in.
It was the historical gap. Someone was manipulating the historical gap? Affecting the charm's ability?
Who?! Antigonus?! Or someone else?!
The scene spun, and a huge feathered serpent, seemingly capable of occupying an island, suddenly appeared before him!
Illusory river water flowed endlessly, a dark, unreal current.
They gathered and coiled beneath the feathered serpent. Without the suppression of the gray-white mist, the surface of the water, where even light couldn't exist, reflected one figure after another.
They had the same bronze skin, medium build, black hair and brown eyes, and soft features, but they were numb and deathly silent, like ghosts.
They were—Azk Eggs!
Covered in huge, dark greenish-black scales, with pale flames burning in its eye sockets, the huge feathered serpent with a human face stood there quietly, along with countless coiling black thin tubes and millions of dense spirit threads.
Spirit threads surged from the island-like body of the feathered serpent. Someone was manipulating this huge feathered serpent like a marionette. Beneath the feathered serpent, the illusory river water intertwined with it, yet they were completely in two different worlds, unable to affect each other.
The almost endless spirit threads crossed the illusory river, passed through layers of folded ripples, and connected to the heights. At the center of the other end of countless spirit threads, sitting on an invisible object in mid-air, was a thin figure holding a dark golden three-meter-long Sun Scepter in one hand and a booklet composed of thin brass in the other.
He wore a white, loose woolen sweater, had slightly short hair, looked very young, yet carried an indescribable sense of vicissitude, and his eyes were closed—
Myself?
In the next instant, Tang borrowed the power.
The power of the charm carried him away from the historical gap.
The 'Tang' who had been closing his eyes opened them when that figure left, looking towards the empty darkness deep within.
It seemed something should have been there.
"What's wrong?"
A voice came from the side.
'Tang' pondered for a few seconds, then shook his head, "Nothing."
The historical gap shattered. If Tang still had a body, he would probably be covered in cold sweat right now.
He hurriedly checked himself, and then he finally calmed down a bit.
He hadn't been contaminated, hadn't brought anything back from the historical gap, only the normal effect of the charm, giving him abundant spiritual power.
"Host?"
The System noticed its host's abnormality and was somewhat puzzled.
Tang calmed the fluctuations of his spirituality, "System, did you notice any problems?"
"Problems?" The System scanned its host's body, hesitated for a moment, "The body's condition hasn't changed... but host, did you have this much spirituality before?"
The System could numerically display various indicators of its host. Although its current binding object was the host's body, based on its years of understanding of its host, it was also keenly aware that its host's spirit body state was somewhat off.
Yes, spirituality.
Tang could feel the extra spiritual power in his spirit body, exceeding his own.
The Yesterday Once More charm borrowed spirituality and power from his past self. His past self would definitely be weaker than his current self—the Mercury Snake, who liked to play with fate restarts, and severely injured Extraordinary individuals were exceptions.
He was very certain that he had never had such strong spiritual power before. Plus, the feathered serpent, the River of Eternal Darkness...
Could that be...
Ah no, Charm Daddy, did you really mutate?
In that case, the Yesterday Once More charm would have to be renamed, Tomorrow Ahead charm?
Tang pulled out another Yesterday Once More charm from his spirit body, hesitating whether to try it again.
"Using the Yesterday Once More charm in the real world might not produce this effect. If that's the case, then it should represent—this space, Euclid's space, has some special properties itself."
This place was not just 'observing'; it might also involve supernatural powers in the domain of time.
His thoughts returned, and Tang suppressed his inner speculation, stuffing the charm back into his spirit body.
"Solve the current trouble first. Yesterday Once More charms are not easy to make. Even if we want to try, we must maximize the benefits under safe conditions."
This borrowed spirituality should be enough for him to observe who that parasite really was.
"It's nothing, we'll talk about it when we get back," Tang said to the System.
The System also sensed Tang's emotions and closed its mouth.
Tang looked not far away, where there was a small town.
At this time, a baby-faced knight in armor was following behind a middle-aged knight. They were on their way to the church.
The scene zoomed in according to Tang's will. Compared to the 'Astronomical Telescope for Observing Stars,' Tang in this state could see more clearly what that life form, like a wraith, beside the baby-faced knight really was.
It was a middle-aged man with deep brown eyes, his hair neatly combed back, looking quite aristocratic, giving off an air of unapproachable authority.
(End of this chapter)