The open gray-blue gates, the stone steps descending down the path, the sea shimmering with golden flashes, and the ever-present light once again entered the eyes of Lyavall and Cantiss and other residents of the Silver City. As members of the earlier exploration team, they had seen this scene before, yet it still deeply moved their souls, and they instinctively held their breath. Deric, carrying the great hammer "Thor's Roar," stood at the forefront, tall at two meters, broad-shouldered, silent and expressionless. After nearly a minute, Lyavall ventured to ask, "Senior Berg, when shall we go out?" He was a Sequence 5 "Guardian," nearly two and a half meters tall, with slightly unusual proportions in his arms and legs. Deric gazed at the sea, rippling with golden patches, for several seconds before responding, "Wait a little longer." At this point, several days had passed since he first opened the door. During that time, he had led his exploration team back to Silver City, carrying the ashes, unique traits, and sealing artifacts of the Senior Chief and Loviya Elder, and had thereby earned the trust of the current head of the "Six-Body Council," Veth Hilmon, through his discreet actions. This time, Drik would lead twenty extraordinary members of Silver City as pioneers, charting a safe passage and assessing the current conditions outside. He had declined the proposal put forward by the "World" Sir, who suggested using the "Staff of Stars" to directly relocate the entire city from the realm of Divine Abandonment. Instead, Drik wished to walk step by step, measuring the path of hope himself, to remember what the dawn—the long-sought light after two millennia of steadfastness and sacrifice—had truly looked like. Upon hearing Drik's response, the members of the exploration team, including Lyavall and Cantiss, said little, simply stepped back and continued to enjoy the view. They still harbored some distrust toward Deric Berg, after all, since he had close ties with the outsiders. The Chief and Elder Lovira had both perished during the previous expedition, leaving only Deric—the "One Without Shadow"—and the foreigner alive. Had it not been for the "Council of Six" choosing to trust Deric, they would surely have been hostile or resistant rather than merely cautious. After an indeterminate length of time, the sea, which had previously shimmered with patches of golden light, suddenly turned dark. Deep within the darkness, a faint mist could be seen, within which stood a black church with a pointed spire and various other buildings—giving the impression of something both real and dreamlike. The darkness was no stranger to Deric and his companions; they instinctively glowed, lit their tallow candles, and remained calm and composed. Only once the entire group of twenty-one had secured their light protection did they turn to gaze at the town emerging from the mist and the figures moving among it, puzzled by what had just happened. This was not the darkness they were familiar with. At that moment, Drik, whose natural presence radiated a pure glow, raised his left hand and spoke in a low tone: "Set out." Without waiting for any response from his team, he stepped forward, passing through the gate and ascending the stone stairs, one step at a time, deeper into the darkness. Liaval, Cantiss, and the others exchanged glances, steadied themselves, and followed closely behind the newly appointed Elder of the "Six-Body Council," Drik Berg. As they walked along the stairs, the dense darkness suddenly gave way, revealing warm orange light and a series of black monastic-style buildings. "Is this the outside world?" Cantiss scanned the surroundings with a mixture of caution and curiosity, realizing that they had, without noticing, reached the opposite side of the Giant King's palace, now separated from their original location by an orange-hued sea of clouds. "No." Derek compared the current situation with the descriptions given by the "World" gentleman and the "Hermit" lady, and nodded slightly. "We'll need to stay here a while longer. You can each go find a place to rest." This seasoned "One Without Shadow" calmly managed everything. Lyavall glanced at the closed, black monastery and asked with slight curiosity, "Don't we need to explore here and find the exit?" "No," Derek shook his head. The members of the scouting team didn't ask further questions or take a break—they remained in place, patiently waiting. As time passed, a sudden, brilliant stream of sunlight poured into this world, making everything bright and then gradually fading until it vanished. Derek, Cantiss, and the others instinctively looked around, once again seeing the golden ocean and feeling the overwhelming, terrifying presence that made them unable to meet it directly. Yet unlike before, they now stood on an island, behind them a dense thicket of enormous, golden plants with smiling faces—so vibrant, so unmarred by decay or distortion, that every member of the Silver City scouting team felt a genuine joy in the simple presence of life. Truly, they had made it… a world truly different… Liaval, Cantiss, and the others could not help but silently sigh. They soon confirmed one fact: Elder Dyrick had not betrayed Silver City; his collaboration with the outsiders was genuinely aimed at leading everyone away from the cursed land. "Elder Berg…" Cantiss stammered, "Thank you." Dyrick nodded slightly, his back straight and firm. Liaval, unlike Cantiss, did not express her sense of apology. She glanced around, then asked: "Elder Berg, how shall we leave here? Shall we build ships?" "Shipbuilding" is a word that seems to have remained only in their historical texts—now, when spoken, it feels particularly awkward. "Here, it seems we don't have any materials for shipbuilding..." Cantiss and the others immediately examined the small island, but found no trees or other plants. Deric shook his head again: "No, wait a moment..." Before he finished speaking, he noticed a dark shape emerging at the intersection of sea and sky. The shape grew larger, swiftly approaching along the safe route marked by golden light spots. Not long after, the outline of the figure became clear—a hybrid vessel, steaming with smoke and bearing full sails, with a blue-green sea-serpent flag flying from its mast. "A ship?" "Is this a ship?" ... Liaval, Cantiss, and the others remained on guard while expressing their astonishment. Deric, someone who had received foundational education on common knowledge during the Tarot Council and had seen numerous ship illustrations, gently nodded: "Yes." As they spoke, the ship drew nearer, and the figure standing at the prow gradually came into clearer view. It was a man with yellow eyebrows and deep blue eyes, dressed in a black cloak. He leapt onto the dragon's head and gently extended his arms toward the people of the Silver City. Seeing this, Deryck, who had maintained a serious demeanor throughout, quietly exhaled, knowing everything had unfolded as planned, without any surprises. Daniz had originally intended to step down from the ship and walk directly to the believers of the "Wise Ones" to announce their salvation, but upon glancing at the height of the Silver City's crowd, he steadied himself instead. Standing on the dragon's head, he fully opened his arms and spoke to Deryck and the others with a composed smile: "Welcome to the world of light promised by the gods!" ........... On the gray mist, within the ancient palace. Klein sat in the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool," observing the entire journey of the silver-city scouting party through the deep red stars symbolizing "The Sun," always ready to intervene at a moment's notice. Only when the long-forgotten "history" intersected with the present "era," and when the group boarded the vessel dispatched by the new government of the Rosted Isles, leaving the most perilous core waters of the divine war ruins, did Klein finally exhale, setting down his "Staff of the Stars" and summoning two items. They were the exceptional traits of "The Miracle Master" drawn from the "curtain," and the "Star Worm" bestowed by the "Saint of Secrets," Butis. Then, recalling something, Klein extended his left hand and retrieved a large, deep-black, crimson-tinged liquid from the historical fissure. This was the blood of "The Dark-Wolf" Kotar, amounting to three hundred milliliters— a key auxiliary ingredient in the primary formula of the "Miracle Master's" magic potion. Of course, as auxiliary material, its sole function is to mitigate the negative effects of extraordinary traits and to buffer the corresponding esoteric influences. Whether or not it has a historical projection makes no difference—what matters is simply that it performs its role effectively during the two key stages: preparing and consuming the potion. Once the duration of the historical gap image reaches its limit, either Kline fails to advance and collapses into a monster, or he becomes a "Miracle Master," having initially gained control over his extraordinary traits, at which point the auxiliary material becomes unnecessary. Immediately after, Kline retrieved another object from within the historical mist. It was a "Chrono-Ente" composed of multiple segments. ——Given his strong psychological reservations about Amun, Kline this time chose the "Chrono-Ente" granted by Parès. Soloyasde, to avoid any potential complications. Having prepared the materials, he manifested a cast-iron pot, poured in three hundred milliliters of the dark-magic wolf's blood, then sequentially added the "Chrono-Beetle" and the luminous "Stellar-Beetle." The deep black, reddish liquid within the pot gradually turned more obscure, with a clear, transparent surface and swirling vortexes beneath. Without hesitation, Caine took the extraordinary trait of the "Miracle-Weaver." Its form resembled a heart, transparent like crystal, yet occasionally tiny bubbles emerged—each bubble seemingly housing a miniature realm. As soon as this trait came into contact with the liquid in the pot, it immediately dissolved into it, instantly concentrating the darkness into profound depth, as if an infinite number of eyes opened simultaneously within. After gazing for several seconds, Caine poured the prepared "Miracle-Weaver" potion into a glass bottle and, through the ritual of bestowal, brought it into the realm of reality. On Sunia Sea, on an uninhabited island, Klein, who had been directly "transferred" here, now hesitated slightly as he held the magic potion. Once he became an angel, his very nature would inevitably be shaped by extraordinary traits—becoming increasingly cold, cruel, indifferent to life itself—thus requiring a strong anchor to preserve his humanity. This was not something that could be fully avoided simply by fully digesting the potion and mastering the art of "acting" as an angel. Even the early stages of King Roser's journey had gone smoothly, yet even at the level of Sequence 2 angel, he had nearly undergone a transformation, approaching instability. As for the angels Klein knew personally, though they appeared normal on the surface, he had no way of knowing what their true inner states were, or how they felt when operating behind the scenes. If angels at Sequence 4 or Sequence 3 could enjoy a long life—living for thousands of years—then indeed, a Saint would have little motivation to ascend to the angelic ranks. The higher the sequence, the closer one is to the original voice, and suddenly, Kline understood why Catriona, the "White Witch," had remained steadfastly at sequence 4 for over a thousand years, only advancing to sequence 3. But now, I have no choice... After a brief silence, Kline sighed without making a sound. Before him stood Amun and Chalatou, the approaching end of days, and the reality that he had been powerless to intervene in the war, able to contribute only through donations—these forces were steadily pushing him toward the rank of angel. His gaze flickered for a few seconds before settling into stillness. Kline picked up the potion and poured the liquid into his mouth. PS: The author of "Entering the Immortal Path" has launched a new novel, "Cyber Hero's Chronicle," a hard-hitting wuxia story set in a cyberpunk world, about a tale of rebellion against an autocratic regime and a transformation of the world.