"What does this sentence mean?"

"Isn't Saint Kuanti the saint canonized by the Sun God Sect?"

"And yet, Daylight is clearly a follower of the Sun God Sect, so how could he be holding a parchment that angrily denounces Saint Kuanti as a heretic?"

This piqued Ethan's interest. The answer might lie within the book.

However, for now, they needed to continue their journey. They could examine it when they stopped to rest.

Thus, they continued onward.

Meanwhile.

Somewhere within this historical layer.

A figure clad in a gold-embroidered robe was walking at a leisurely pace.

Suddenly, several ancient figures leapt out from a roadside building.

But before they could truly approach the person in the gold-embroidered robe, they were only about five meters away when an unknown force shredded them to pieces.

The person in the gold-embroidered robe didn't appear to notice the attackers at all and kept walking.

Then, as if sensing something, he wavered and instantly disappeared from his original spot, reappearing on top of a nearby tall building.

He glanced at the expansive city, took out something that seemed like a pocket watch from his bosom, and opened it.

However, it wasn't a dial, but instead a smooth black mirror surface, now lit with many red dots.

The moment he opened it, one of the red dots slowly extinguished.

"Another one has died, died so slowly. This time, I wonder if it will succeed..."

He murmured to himself, closing the cover.

If anyone familiar with the Gathering of True-Nameers were present, they would surely recognize him as the King of Winster.

At the same time.

The members of the Kingdom Defense Bureau, who arrived a bit later, finally managed to break through the space by following the traces left by the King of Winster's group, entering the historical layer.

Upon entering this place filled with decay and sticky green water, Heisenberg frowned.

"Something's not right..."

"Boss, what's not right?"

His subordinates instantly became alert, their quality certainly first-rate.

"The density of rules here is off."

Heisenberg sniffed, appearing very uncomfortable.

"This isn't the rule aura a second-layer superimposition space should have... I highly suspect this is actually a third-layer superimposition space."

"Third layer?" His subordinates slightly changed color.

The complexity of a third-layer superimposition is much greater than a second-layer, and far more dangerous...

"Could it be... the legend is true?"

Heisenberg muttered, taking a step forward.

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After continuing their journey for over an hour,

everyone's fatigue had lessened significantly this time.

This was mainly because Ethan had been continually absorbing the surrounding greenish aura.

Previously, it was precisely this aura that caused everyone to feel exhausted, their energy depleting rapidly.

However, Shadow's legs were beginning to give out; even though the temporary prosthetic modified by Huoyan was helping, it was still a temporary measure and couldn't support him much further.

Moreover, a rest and some food were indeed necessary.

Thus, they stopped again in a roadside building.

This time, they thoroughly checked both inside and outside, even underground.

And, with Ethan's continued absorption of the green aura, his perception of ancient humans was becoming increasingly clear.

Earlier on the road, they had dealt with three ambushed ancient individuals.

Those three were detected by Ethan from afar, and they barely broke a sweat in dispatching them.

So now their sense of safety had increased a bit.

Upon entering the building, Huoyan first adjusted Shadow's prosthetic leg.

"Let's rest a bit longer this time. Meanwhile, I'll improve it so he can at least walk normally for this mission."

Though Huoyan seemed a bit slippery, he was not inherently bad.

Ethan nodded in agreement.

Shadow expressed his thanks.

After tending to Shadow's leg, Huoyan opened his bag and brought out a heap of items: "Alright, stop eating those rations. I've got good stuff."

His collection included jerky, cooking utensils, clean water, and even fruit.

"Stick with me and enjoy, while others could very well starve in this wretched place."

He wasn't wrong. Entering the historical layer had been quite abrupt, and they had only carried a small amount of food on them for sustenance.

If stuck in here for several days, even a True-Nameer might starve.

Thinking of this, Ethan grew increasingly anxious about Klei and Vincent's predicament.

They had been trapped for nearly seven days.

They set up to cook soup, bake bread; their atmosphere shifting abruptly from an adventurous exploration to a picnic.

Shadow ate a little and soon fell asleep, Anya kept watch, and Huoyan worked on the prosthetic.

Ethan finally had the chance to take out the parchment and continue reading.

After that blasphemous sentence in the Sun God Sect, there followed entries written much like a diary.

"...Year 3425 of the Solar Calendar, Month of fervent sun, Day seven.

The third negotiation failed.

Saint Kuanti, no, he doesn't deserve the title of a saint; he has long forsaken the Lord, become a demon's minion, a betrayer, a heretic. The Church should strip him of his sainthood and burn him alive at the stake!

He still refuses to hand over the item. Who does he think he is? Does he think the item truly belongs to him?!

Claiming that if the item is handed over, those barbarians will lose their homes and perish in the snow; ridiculous!

Those barbarians aren't even followers of the Lord; they deserve to die!

All glory and authority in this world should belong to the Lord!

Heretics must die.

I need to think of a way…"

Upon reading this, Ethan suddenly felt the 'True God's Name' start vibrating again.

He looked up at the 'True God's Name,' watching as the deep ancient script slowly squirmed, eventually...

A new branch sprouted, beginning to extend upward constantly, until it even exited his line of sight, landing outside.

This was something entirely different from the previous true name.

It was a bright light, warm and pure, just light.

It didn't ultimately form a new name; instead, it slowly evolved from that point of light into a silhouette.

It was a humanoid silhouette, initially indistinct.

Gradually, the silhouette became clearer.

It was a man about fifty years old, wearing an old monk's robe, holding a staff, with a serene and peaceful expression.

He seemed to be smiling at someone.

Could this person... be Saint Kuanti?

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