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After some relief, Leyton gradually began to find himself and gather his thoughts.
In his perception, the information that swarmed into his eyes and was engraved in his mind at that moment all materialized into countless interwoven silver-white threads, colliding, entangling, and influencing each other.
They were like the traces of everything that existed, from their birth until now, extending into the future.
It seemed that just by looking, one could clearly see their past and future.
All the silver-white threads intertwined, converging into a vast long river, which transcended time and space, a river belonging to fate.
"A manifestation of the River of Fate?" Leyton murmured to himself after regaining his senses.
His gaze turned towards the somewhat ethereal future, where the silver-white threads were entangled and chaotic, even spreading out into numerous branches, as if there were countless possible developments, like a tangled mess.
One could only infer the general direction of the future based on the developments of the past and present.
When attention was focused on a particular thread or a specific point, one could still rely on one's own judgment to untangle them and find the most probable future.
Withdrawing his gaze, Leyton followed his intuition and looked back, quickly finding the silver-white threads representing the extension of his own fate.
They were one after another, like a fishing net cast into water, constantly swaying and tangling under the rush of the current.
Because it was his own fate, Leyton saw it with exceptional clarity; looking back at his past fate, he had a very sudden and disjointed feeling.
It was as if his fate had been cut off and then re-grafted. With just a glance, Leyton knew what had happened.
He then looked towards the future, where the dense, semi-illusory silver threads spread out into countless branches, making it impossible to distinguish which one was the true future.
Leyton's gaze continued to look further, and the directions of these fate branches were surprisingly unified; they were converging towards a fixed future, merging with a larger fate in an indistinct place, just like streams flowing into the sea.
"What does this mean? Does the world ultimately head towards destruction? Is the Original Creator destined to awaken? Or do I live to the end of the universe?"
Leyton murmured in confusion for a moment, and soon he felt his own spirituality become unstable, as if his previous act of prying into the future had consumed too much spirituality.
He then reined in his spirituality and gaze, and the surrounding silver-white quickly faded and disappeared. The desk, walls, wall lamp, and bookshelf all returned to their normal appearance, as if the scene he had just seen was merely an illusion from his blurry vision.
"I didn't expect the Prophet's way of prying into the future to be like this… It feels like a combination of Mysticologist divination and big data deduction."
Leyton leaned back in his chair and murmured, then closed his eyes, sensing the changes within his body.
The Sequence 4 Prophet only gained one Beyonder ability called "Eye of Fate."
Its effect was just as Leyton had seen: it could perceive the traces of surrounding objects in fate, and by relying on knowledge, connections, and understanding, it could deduce the most probable future among countless possibilities.
In addition, many higher-level Mysticologist knowledge in the field of fate appeared in his mind, but these could only be considered by-products of the Eye of Fate ability.
At the same time, the abilities of the prerequisite Sequences were also elevated to the Sequence 4 level.
Moreover, Leyton felt that he had already digested nearly half of the Prophet Potion he had just consumed.
He opened his eyes in disbelief, and then re-examined it to confirm that it was not his imagination.
"What did I do? How did the Prophet Potion digest so much?"
As he mumbled to himself, an idea sprouted.
The next moment, he extended his right hand forward and gripped the air, and a burning match suddenly appeared in his hand.
In a flash of thought, the surrounding scene transformed into a corner of an alley in a small town, with large snowflakes drifting down from the sky.
He gently blew out the match in his hand, and everything around him instantly vanished, leaving only the extinguished match in his hand and a wisp of white smoke gently rising.
"As expected?… The Little Matchstick Girl."
Leyton lowered his eyes and murmured with an unclear meaning.
He roughly understood why the Prophet Potion had digested so much directly. The fate he glimpsed during his advancement was not due to his advancement to Prophet, but rather it resonated with his own Sage Characteristic.
It seemed that his actions just now also caused that Characteristic to further integrate with him. Now he was not only a Prophet but also a Mysticologist.
Perhaps it was also because he had used that Sage Characteristic with Sasrir's help just now, but isn't this a bit too easy? I didn't even feel much, even though I was just advancing.
Leyton frowned slightly, this unexpected development made him recall many details he had unconsciously overlooked before:
The integration of the Mystery Pryer Pathway Characteristic never seemed to have any effect on me other than suppressing my humanity. I didn't even act or digest much, but there was no sense of burden at all… It was as if… I had possessed these from the very beginning, and the process of integrating the Characteristic was merely taking them back.
In contrast, every advancement and digestion of the Reader Pathway had a very obvious impact on me.
"Why did I never notice these before… Is this influence external, or does it originate from myself?"
Leyton frowned deeply and muttered to himself.
I feel like I should have been an Angel upon birth, but due to unknown reasons, the Reader Pathway Characteristic interfered, forcing me to start from scratch… But this doesn't seem to make sense either.
The God of Knowledge might know a lot, but He certainly won't tell me. And His attitude towards me is so good that it makes me worried.
He might have the idea of indirectly controlling the Knowledge Moor through me. With His wisdom, whether it's Steam or the Hidden Sage, replacing them is not impossible. This should be His last choice, after all, the Knowledge Moor does not have the ability to revive with a refreshed state. Jumping Pathways, going mad is the best outcome.
Whoosh~ Leyton leaned back in his chair and sighed, reaching up to press his temples. There were too many things he couldn't figure out. Sometimes he even wondered if he was human.
He had a premonition that as long as he integrated that Sage Characteristic and became an Angel, all his doubts would be resolved, and there would be no risks in doing so, as it was something that inherently belonged to him.
But he instinctively felt that now was not the right time; he still needed more accumulation, more experience, more…
Suddenly, he turned to look out the window. The Prophet's intuition told him that the fate of the entire City of Backlund had undergone some subtle changes, changes for the better.
"Destiny… Has he finally advanced?"
Murmuring softly, Leyton rose from the armchair and took a step forward, his figure rapidly becoming transparent and disappearing from the room.
In an ancient underground ruin with Fourth Epoch characteristics, located in the suburbs of the West Borough.
William Augustus I, cloaked and majestic, looked at the handsome gentleman in front of him, who had black hair, golden eyes, a perfectly tailored suit, and a mature and refined demeanor.
He was Sertre, the military Demigod who had rushed to the scene immediately when Capim was killed last time.
The gaze from William Augustus I, the founder of Loen, made even him, a Demigod, tremble. He clearly felt sweat seeping from his forehead.
"The Conqueror Characteristic we handed over to the Demoness Sect was snatched, and it was done by two Angels from the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the Aurora Order simultaneously."
William Augustus I narrowed his eyes, repeating the news Sertre had just reported to him in a very calm tone.
Even though the founder in front of him showed no sign of majesty, Sertre still felt his soul trembling from the other party's anger. He said with sweat on his forehead:
"Yes, that's what the Demoness who returned to Backlund said. I did some confirmation, and she wasn't lying."
"We have already handed over the Conqueror Characteristic to them. It's their own business that it was snatched away."
"However, since it was snatched in Loen, in the suburbs of Backlund, we should help them retrieve it. You will be responsible for this matter. Do not jeopardize our cooperation with the Demoness Sect."
William Augustus I said with an even tone.
"I understand!" Sertre bowed solemnly and retreated.
He understood the founder's meaning: the item was snatched after being handed over to the Demoness Sect, so it had nothing to do with them. But to maintain the cooperation between the two sides, they had to show a clear attitude.
The Aurora Order actually had an Angel hidden in Backlund. If it weren't for this attempt to snatch the Conqueror Characteristic, He probably wouldn't have been exposed. And who was the Angel from the Church of the Evernight Goddess who appeared in this incident?
The Aurora Order also had cooperation with the Royal Family in this Great Smog incident. They couldn't directly investigate them, as they were a bunch of lunatics. Once it was exposed that the Royal Family was behind the Great Smog incident, the major Churches would definitely come looking. They could only conduct some investigations into the Church of the Evernight Goddess, and they also had to prevent the Demoness Sect from angering those lunatics from the Aurora Order.
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