The color of the mist quickly became darker, and Klein couldn't see the cauldron at the core at all.

He didn't panic, and very calmly asked another secret puppet to throw those real ancient historical materials into the dark fog one by one

The dense fog gradually collapsed inward, and after "digesting" those historical records, it finally fell back into the cauldron like water vapor, turning into a dark red mass of liquid and gas, almost the size of a baby's head.

Seeing this scene, Klein unfastened the pendulum in the cuff of his left wrist, and used the method of "divination" to confirm whether the potion was successfully prepared.

This time, he got the revelation that the lump was quite dangerous, but barely bearable.

And this means that the potion was successfully prepared.

Even if it is prepared strictly according to the formula, the potion of Sequence 3 is equivalent to poison. If you can make it through, you will be promoted, if you can't make it, you will go crazy, lose control, or even die suddenly... Klein stared at the citrine pendant that was spinning counterclockwise for a few seconds , pulled up the silver chain and rewound it around the left wrist.

His eyes immediately turned to the potion floating in the cauldron, and thoughts flashed in his mind: "The performance of 'Crafting Mage' is not only 'thriller', 'horror', 'director', 'incomprehensible Key words such as ability', there should be elements such as mystery, unknown, complex, and elusive fate. The combination of the two aspects is the complete "crafty mage"... This one is the behavior style, and the other is its own attributes...

"For me, the origin is so mysterious that I haven't figured out the truth myself, the experience is so complicated that I have prevented the coming of the true god, scared the king of angels, and the fate is so elusive that even the 'Mercury Snake' can't understand it. Therefore, even if it has already been performed in advance, that part of the potion will naturally be digested, and there is no need to summarize the rules...

"This really reflects the word 'sly'...

"Well, the ritual of the 'Ancient Scholar' requires being completely divorced from reality for at least 300 years. After I have become history and do not belong to the current era, I am sealed in a silkworm cocoon. Is it possible to live a life that hangs above the gray mist? Satisfied, and more than enough, but after becoming Klein, I have experienced too many things in the past year, and I have left a brand in the contemporary era. Will it affect the effect of the ceremony?

"It should be...Fortunately, it's less than two years, and the branding won't be too deep, which is barely acceptable. After all, I can't suspend myself for another 300 years before taking the potion...There are more than a dozen more The year is the end of the world!

"Moreover, the ancient history I have mastered is definitely far better than any 'crafty mage'. It can be regarded as a very effective role-playing in advance, and I can definitely avoid many dangers..."

As his thoughts raced, Klein took a deep breath and stopped thinking about it.

Wearing a silk top hat and a double-breasted woolen coat, his skin suddenly became transparent, and worms with three-dimensional layered symbols emerged one after another.

Those transparent worms were about to move, as if they were going to crawl into the dense mist in the cauldron, leaving only the empty clothes and hats in place.

Barely controlling this state, Klein calmly stretched out his right hand and picked up the mist-wound potion.

The potion seemed to have no weight, and it came to his face lightly.

Klein opened his mouth and inhaled violently.

The ball of potion instantly deformed, stretched and thrown into Klein's mouth, making him seem to be devouring the dark red glow.

Those transparent worms swarmed back into the body, tore off some potions, and swallowed them.

Due to the special shape of his own mythical creature, which is both a whole and divided into many small parts, Klein can only take the potion in this way.

Of course, it would be much easier if he could control incomplete mythical creatures.

Silently, Klein only felt a cold feeling spread through each of the "worms of spirit", accompanied by a little burning pain.

Immediately before his eyes, a familiar, invisible gray-white mist appeared. They enveloped the entire world, showing some of Klein's past experiences below.

This includes him creating horror legends, talking to the "Red Angel" evil spirit, finding Miss "Justice" to treat the demigod Luca's signs of losing control, hunting Hvin Rambis, dealing with Amon's clone, and taking revenge on Ince Zanger Will, exploring Calderon City, sneaking into St. Samuel's Church, sailing across the sea, preventing the "true Creator from coming", saving Tingen, etc., and various details of daily life.

They are entangled with different people and things. They are very complex and merged into an ocean. Klein "flyed" above, unable to find a sufficiently accurate and clear enough self-positioning, feeling like he was about to get lost in this area. And that kind of icy connotation and burning pain drove him forward to vent his influence, making it difficult to return to the real world.

Klein barely controlled this feeling, and as his consciousness gradually became blurred and his body slowly descended, he tried his best to find something that could confirm him.

Finally, he saw a shattered spot of light in the depths of the gray mist, at the end of the sea. With a move in his heart, he followed his intuition and flew over with a posture of traveling in the starry sky.

Inside that spot of light was a figure hanging from the fuzzy light gate. He was housed in a transparent "cocoon", swaying gently, and looked exactly like the original Zhou Mingrui. This had nothing to do with the surroundings. grasp. JrNovels.com