The Dawn Device was an important tool for resisting the Black Tide.
The plan to replace the Dawn Device with the World-Bearer had failed, which meant Khaslana had to find a new way to save the world.
They once again thought of a plan they had discussed long ago but postponed because it was too difficult to begin.
Golden Blood, and the Lost Realm.
First was Golden Blood.
As the most obvious special trait of the Chrysos Heirs, Anaxa had long been studying it.
But the results of the research were not particularly special.
Like ordinary blood, Golden Blood existed in the form of “seeds”, that is, a cellular structure.
Multiple tests showed that Golden Blood cells could absorb and store energy.
This was likely why the Chrysos Heirs could use various “spells” out of thin air without relying on any external force.
But where this effect came from, how to understand it, replicate it, reproduce it, or modify it still required further research.
Although Amos never said it directly, Khaslana could roughly guess that this would be a “cross-reincarnation” research project, because Anaxa’s evaluation of the subject was…
“A gateway to a new era, a completely new system outside the Seven Schools, a chance for Okhema to academically crush the Grove of Epiphany…
none of these descriptions are enough to describe this subject.” “The only thing I can be certain of is that if Amos completes this research, then the history of Amphoreus will be divided into two parts.” “The Age of Ignorance, when people worshipped Titans, and the Golden Age, where everyone possesses Golden Blood.” Next was the Lost Realm.
Researching this place full of mysteries turned out to be much simpler than expected.
Because Khaslana directly gave up on the plan.
After learning of the plan, Myriad Foes used the Soul-Splitting Ritual to divide his soul into five parts.
The remaining parts stayed behind to resist the Black Tide, while the part representing reason was sent into the Lost Realm during the Re-Creation by Amos using the same method.
However, Amos’s soul entered the Lost Realm successfully, while Myriad Foes’ soul simply fell onto the ground.
Just like in fairy tales, where only innocent children are invited into the fairy paradise, the Lost Realm had extremely strict requirements for its visitors.
Since the beginning of heaven and earth, this region had only ever received three visitors.
One of them paid the price of himself and triggered a miracle of time.
Another stepped onto endless reincarnation in search of a dawn of salvation.
The last became a stowaway of reincarnation, moving forward in confusion upon a battlefield of gods that mortals could never set foot upon.
Khaslana no longer wanted to study the Lost Realm because he was afraid.
If even Amos could no longer enter the Lost Realm, then wouldn’t there be only one reincarnator left in the world?
Amos actually wanted to study the Lost Realm.
After all, it was a divine miracle of time, one of the few places capable of bypassing the Scepter’s restrictions and directly touching the universe’s “Path.” But Amos also knew he could not continue researching it, because that would make him appear too “omniscient.” Along this entire journey, he had never hidden his pursuit of knowledge because he knew Lygus did not care about that.
Even if he turned Amphoreus into a miniature omniscient domain through countless reincarnations, so what?
The Scepter could solve it by casually adding another setting.
But if a mortal constantly tried to approach those rare regions within Amphoreus that stood on the same level as the “galaxy,” as though he knew the difference between Amphoreus and the universe…
Then Lygus would no longer be sleepy.
Amos had never forgotten how terrifying Lygus was in the story.
When he first met the Great Herta, he only said that he too had once bathed in the gaze of an Aeon, that both sides had mutually assured destruction.
He seemed like nothing more than an ordinary genius from the countryside.
That statement was true.
Zandar was indeed an Emanator of Erudition.
But he was the first Emanator, known as the strictest father of Nous.
In the later story, he repeatedly said, “I appreciate your efforts.
You truly do have the ability to prevent the birth of the Iron Tomb.” Then the Iron Tomb, despite being at a huge disadvantage, wiped the entire universe clean with a single strike.
Clearly standing at the peak of wisdom, yet claiming that he was not the wisest compared to his successors.
Then with a single call, he summoned eight fragments, blocking Kakamond, the strictest mother among the geniuses, as well as every intelligence that wanted to interfere or even merely observe, outside Amphoreus.
Even in the final cast list, under the category of special appearances, Zandar’s name stood above both Nanook and Nous.
For Cyrene to save the universe, the entire world had to become memoria, ascend into a half-step Aeon, and even after saving it, he would lose his title.
But for Zandar to save the universe, he only needed to keep his conscience and restrain his curiosity a little.
As for why the universe needed saving, don’t ask.
Yesterday afternoon, the respected Mr.
Zandar successfully saved the universe once again, because the takeout he had ordered was canceled due to a war, and he spent the entire afternoon staring at the food delivery app, thinking about what to eat.
Yes, what to eat.
Throughout the story so far, Zandar had only failed to restrain his curiosity once, and only failed to keep his conscience once.
As a result, one time he created Nous.
The other time he created the Iron Tomb, which could destroy the entire Path of Erudition and, incidentally, the universe as well.
A transmigrator and a native of the world were ultimately different.
No matter how careful Amos was, he would inevitably have some subtle habits that differed from the natives.
Reincarnation after reincarnation was like a jackpot that kept accumulating.
One day, the Scepter would discover Amos’s “specialness.” When that time came, Lygus would personally enter the stage.
So Amos could not reveal even the slightest flaw that would expose him as a transmigrator.
His exploration of the world was not only a scholar’s pursuit.
It was also a performance, a gamble.
A performance showing a mortal’s struggle to the gods.
A wager placing everything on fate.
What Amos was betting on was that before Lygus analyzed the “performance,” he would find a way to reach the stars.
This was the goal that had never changed since his transmigration, and it was also the only way to save Amphoreus.
But there was always some gap between ideals and reality.
Amos quickly realized just how long the eight short digits from the game’s story would become once they turned into thirty million lifetimes of reincarnation.