He stood on the top of a barely standing dilapidated building, looking down at the piled-up ruins of houses, public transport turned into a discus, and overlapping cars one after another.
In silence, his eyes swept across the remaining houses, as if he had penetrated the barrier of history, and saw electric lights lit up inside them one after another.
The light of these electric lights spread softly, illuminating the glass, illuminating the building, illuminating the street, illuminating the ruins in a corner of the old city.
After staring for a long time, Klein retracted his gaze, took a step forward, and returned to the real world.
Immediately afterwards, he teleported directly to the peak of the Hornages Mountain Range, and "saw" the ancient palace that was shrouded in mist, dilapidated and overgrown with weeds.
His secret puppet and clone appeared in front of him, like two guards.
Facing the ancient palace, Klein pushed down his top hat, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.
The peaks of the Hornages Mountains suddenly became dark, and the surroundings were dotted with illusory stars one after another.
Klein "grafted" this place and the star world together.
Without further hesitation, he took his secret puppet and clone and walked to the main entrance of the ancient palace.
The secret puppet who was quite similar to him now took a step forward, bent his back, stretched out his hands, and slowly pushed the heavy stone door.
Amidst Zazaza's rubbing sound, the door opened a little bit, revealing the scene inside.
Unlike when Klein sent the "Trensost Brass Book" over last time, it was so dark inside that people could not see the many corpses hanging in the hall, nor the transparent body sitting on the huge stone chair. Worm mass.
No need to guess, Klein used the intuition of the "Seer" at the level of the King of Angels to determine that this was brought by the "Goddess of the Night" after using the "River of Eternal Darkness" to put the ancestor of the Antigonus family into a state of eternal sleep. The change.
After Secret Puppet and clone entered one after another, he also slowly passed the gate and set foot inside the palace.
The darkness then swayed and changed.
Buildings appeared in the surroundings, figures walked on the street, and words spread out, making the whole environment suddenly vivid and noisy.
People ignored Klein and his secret puppet and clone, and went to different places on their own, talking to each other about various things.
They and those buildings are dim in color, close to black and white, like an old photo from the depths of history that suddenly came alive.
This made Klein think of the holographic black and white projection, the scenes in the pores of history and real dreams.
He wandered in such a town, walking along the gradually ascending streets.
And the closer to the high place, the more magnificent the building, with an exaggerated dome supported by huge stone pillars.
The people living in this "old black and white photo" are generally tall and seem to be studying, working and resting normally.
The scenes here change continuously, showing the birth of a baby, the growth of a child, the ignorance of youth, the troubles of adulthood, the pressure of middle age and the sadness of aging.
Of course, these are all interspersed with each other, but one of them is the theme at some times.
As Klein went deeper, he began to see some townspeople pass away.
Their relatives didn't feel too much sorrow, and took the dead back home, put them on the bed, and put them next to the pillow, as if the corpses were still alive.
When Klein was about to leave the town, the dead got up from the bed, left their relatives, walked out of the house, and walked to the highest point along the street step by step.
There is also a city there, which seems to be the city of the dead, the final destination of all life, the kingdom of eternal sleep.
This is very close to the place where normal people live, the latter is distributed in the area from the mountainside to the peak, and the former is on the peak. JrNovels.com