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As light surged in, the already cracked disc-shaped object instantly shattered completely, forming a massive, ancient, and mottled phantom.
This phantom resembled the surface of a stone-carved wall clock, divided into twelve segments, each either greyish-white or dark greenish-black, intermingled but with clear boundaries, and bearing different symbols.
As the clock hands on it turned, an indescribable, invisible torrent emerged, as if traveling through a long history.
This invisible torrent swept up the remaining majority of the light, broke through the obstruction of that clear and pure figure, and escaped from here.
As if sensing the intruder's departure, the clear and pure figure slowly shattered, turning into a stone sculpture.
The stone sculpture depicted a gloomy-faced middle-aged man, yet with a mocking curve to his lips.
If one looked closely at the stone sculpture's right eye, there seemed to be a faint trace of a monocle.
The stone sculpture's skin cracked and peeled off, revealing one hole after another in the bones beneath, from which strange Worms of Time crawled out.
It was exactly like Flora Jacob's state just now, the only difference being that the Worms of Time on the stone sculpture didn't have seven or eight segments, but a full twelve!
If Flora Jacob could see this stone sculpture, she would surely realize that this was the ability of the Sequence 2 Trojan Horse of Destiny to graft destiny, as recorded in her family's annals.
The surrounding scene gradually revealed itself; the stone sculpture stood in the middle of a spacious hall, surrounded by many objects.
Not far from the stone sculpture's feet, where Flora Jacob had originally stood, lay two corpses with no trace of decay, as if they had just died.
Two Beyonder characteristics, radiating divine fluctuations, lay quietly on the chests of the two corpses, neither merging with a part of the bodies to form a Sealed Artifact nor showing any other unusual movement, as if the time of these two corpses was forever frozen at a certain moment.
Beside each corpse lay a Tarot card, bearing two different images.
One was a portrait of Roselle with the Cosmos as his backdrop and a phantom Door appearing before him, while the other was a portrait of Roselle with a twelve-segment clock formed by light and shadow as his backdrop.
And in the upper left corner of the two Tarot cards, brilliant starlight condensed into a line of text: "Sequence 0: Door"; "Sequence 0: Error."
A playful voice sounded:
"So it's a descendant of Jacob, how interesting."
"Although I really want to eat her, patience is the most precious quality for hunting prey; I can't lose sight of the bigger picture."
"I've been sleeping there for over a thousand years, and although I still haven't waited for that old fellow Pallez, I have a premonition that day is coming soon..."
The playful, ethereal voice gradually dissipated, and the phantom of a roulette wheel appeared, as if deceiving some rule, making everything here chaotic, unpredictable, and undiscoverable.
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The top of a clock tower above Williams Street.
Anthony Stevenson, wearing a black robe with red trim, appeared, frowning as he scanned the street below, but could no longer find anything unusual.
After pondering for a moment, Anthony whispered a prayer to the Evernight Goddess, but received no revelation.
After watching the area below for a moment longer without result, Anthony's figure disappeared, returning to Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Aaron remained seated, deep in thought, not anxious. Seeing Bishop Anthony return, he did not rush to inquire.
Anthony glanced at Aaron, and after a moment of silence, still spoke:
"Just now, I sensed an extremely subtle yet incredibly powerful fluctuation emerging on Williams Street in Backlund. That was definitely not something an ordinary demigod could cause."
"That fluctuation was extremely subtle; even I, benefiting from the Evernight Goddess's favor of the hidden authority, could only vaguely sense its aura."
"But by the time I arrived, everything had vanished."
"Williams Street?" Aaron's brows furrowed sharply upon hearing this.
His first thought was that there was a problem with the Blood Emperor ruins beneath the house on Williams Street and the Red Angel Evil Spirit within them.
Aaron's heart sank, and he no longer bothered to conceal himself. He directly took out the death mask, nodded to Archdeacon Anthony, and then used Spirit World Travel to leave.
He wasn't going to Williams Street; if it really was a problem with that Red Angel Evil Spirit, going now would be like walking into a trap.
The dense, colorful blocks dispersed, and Aaron had returned to his bedroom. He sent Evelyn, who was studying psychology books, out of the compartment, skillfully set up the ritual, and ascended above the dark golden mist.
Aaron sat on the throne, his divination pendant hanging from his hand, and he chanted softly.
A moment later, in a hazy dream, Aaron saw the Pound Family ancestral home on Williams Street shrouded in night, and the diligently guarding sentries in the basement.
"No abnormalities at all?" Aaron withdrew from the dream divination state, frowning slightly.
"Is this a trap? Or am I overthinking it?"
"Moreover, the Hunter Pathway doesn't seem to have any means of interfering with divination. No, an Angel, even if only in an evil spirit form, what other means it might possess is not something I can guess at now."
After a moment of contemplation, Aaron reached out and summoned the black emperor card, which merged into his body. Golden divine patterns encircled his entire body, and as the dark golden mist surged, Aaron performed dream divination again, obtaining the exact same scene as before.
Aaron lightly tapped the throne, peeled off the black emperor card, and then looked at the paper crane folded by Will Auceptin in the clutter, bringing it back to the real world with him.
He wrote a message on the back of the paper crane, and after waiting for a moment, Aaron suddenly felt sleepy. With a slight stir in his heart, Aaron willingly succumbed to this feeling and closed his eyes.
In a hazy dream, Aaron seemed to see a scene of the symbols for "Destiny" and "Concealment" combined appearing before a black-robed lady in an underground pipe.
The dream shattered, and Aaron opened his eyes, falling into thought:
"This seems to be the corresponding symbol for the Fate Hermits' gathering. Marauder Pathway?"
"It seems that it really has nothing to do with that Red Angel. At least, in the current state of that Red Angel Evil Spirit, it cannot deceive Will Auceptin, who is most familiar with destiny."
Aaron immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of more:
"From Amon's description at the time, the descendants of the Jacob Family, after their ancestor's death, had tried to attach a secret treasure near the place where Tudor became the Blood Emperor."
"That means besides the Blood Emperor's ruins, Williams Street also hides the Jacob Family's treasure. It's just a pity that an Amon's avatar is also lying within that treasure."
"Hmm, from a temporal perspective, what caused Archdeacon Anthony's reaction this time should be the Jacob Family demigod's exploration of the treasure."
"And she was severely injured during the exploration, thus forced to parasitize a rat."
"A severely injured Marauder Pathway demigod..."
Aaron lightly tapped the table with his fingers, his eyes flickering.
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