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Chapter 582 Chapter 583 The Foundation of the Most Ancient Saint

After strolling through the maze-like underground fortifications, Bishop Millie stopped in front of a heavy steam lock.

"Your Majesty is waiting for you inside, but please be careful when you go in."

She reminded quietly.

Lloyd nodded first, then asked another question out of courtesy:

"Don't you need to notify me in advance?"

Bishop Millie smiled mysteriously and explained:

"Your Majesty has been waiting for your arrival."

Uh... I almost forgot that this saint is keen on prophecy and metaphysics...

Lloyd muttered inwardly, quickly straightened his appearance, and finally nodded to Bishop Millie.

Bishop Millie then retreated into the darkness, and then heard a few streams of white steam gushing out from around the gate, followed by the sound of gears turning, and it slowly opened to Lloyd.

What was surprising was that the interior was not the gloomy dark prison as expected, nor was it a biological research institute secretly conducting anti-human experiments. Instead, it was a simple showroom, a small exhibition hall?

Although it was located underground, the lighting was sufficient, making Lloyd a little dizzy.

After his eyes adjusted a little, he found that he was not dazzled, but the interior furnishings seemed to be immersed in water, and were somewhat wavy and distorted.

This means that it is filled with spiritual pollution that is as real as reality...

But they were bound by some magical force and did not leak or extend out of the gate.

Lloyd had seen scenes like this, or places filled with accumulated spiritual pollution, at the place of the Manifested Saint and his fiancée.

Everyone has almost the same pattern, but the symptoms here seem to be much more serious...

No wonder he invited me over.

As expected, when Lloyd stepped through the door, it was like jumping into a swimming pool. He was completely enveloped by the heavy, tangible spirit around him, and even his skin felt a tingling sensation.

The panel prompts beside his ears were all mixed together, reminding him that his attributes were about to expand again.

[Ding~Insanity value +20003]

[Ding~Insanity value +66781]

[Ding~Insanity value +114514]

It looks turbulent. If an ordinary eighth-level strong man came in, he might not be able to hold on for three minutes.

But considering Lloyd's current rationality and tolerance, that's all, right? A little more won't matter.

Even my brain and eardrums don’t hurt much anymore, but my skin feels a little itchy and painful, and I feel a little uncomfortable.

So Lloyd simply turned off the panel prompts to avoid hurting his eyes.

Then he deliberately slowed down his pace and walked towards the display cabinets around him, wandering around leisurely to see what was inside.

The results were old, yellowed, faded photos, as well as some broken weapons, fragments of armor, and the like.

The photos either show some energetic young people smiling happily, or many people working busily.

But there were only these things, and there was no description or explanation beside them, which made Lloyd confused. He only knew that these might be some commemorations of the Eternal City’s past?

After wandering around for more than ten minutes, the spiritual pollution in the air was effectively purified, and all Lloyd could catch was a tiny bit of food.

If I stay for another two or three minutes, the air here will be as fresh as the nature outside?

Oh no, this analogy is a bit wrong. The nature of this world is not fresh at all...

In short, the situation is definitely much better, and Lloyd can accumulate 1000 attribute points in one wave?

When he saw the number, he was surprised.

This means that he leveled up 200 levels in one go and absorbed more than 1000 million spiritual pollution.

Generally speaking, the attributes of an eighth-level warrior are in the range of 2000-5000. That means the intensity of mental pollution in this showroom is enough to drive two or even three eighth-level warriors crazy?

I can only say that he is worthy of being the oldest saint in the human race. His accumulation and background are extraordinary...

But just as Lloyd was about to add this attribute, he suddenly heard a steady and mellow male voice behind him:

"I feel much better. Thank you for your help, the future seventh saint."

Lloyd turned around quickly.

"Wow!"

He almost jumped out of fright...

A severely burnt patient suddenly appeared behind him, with blood-stained bandages wrapped all over his body. The few exposed parts of his body also showed melted burn marks, looking like a candle that had not been completely burned out.

Although Lloyd had seen the statue of the Saint of Redemption and knew that the shape looked a bit evil and weird, and very creepy, he had made psychological expectations in advance when he came.

Who knew that the statue of the saint had been beautified and processed, the original statue looked even uglier, and it suddenly appeared behind someone...

Lloyd immediately ignored the other party's identity and complained unhappily:

"The seventh saint almost died..."

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

The Saint of Redemption also noticed Lloyd's frightened look, so he quickly took out a pitch-black robe like a magician, put it on, and covered himself tightly.

He explained in an apologetic tone:

"I wanted to have a frank chat with you, so I chose to appear in front of you in my original appearance, but it ended up having a bad effect. I'm sorry."

After putting on the black robe, he looked less scary, but why did he have to choose black? Doesn't it make him look even more weird? He looks like a criminal...

Lloyd complained in his mind but didn't say much. After all, the other person was still very humble, without the condescending arrogance that was predicted before. Instead, he grasped the two seemingly contradictory qualities of majesty and affinity very well.

He is dignified yet amiable.

This makes sense, after all, he is a leader and hero who stepped forward in the apocalyptic era and was honed during that period.

So Lloyd quickly responded out of courtesy:

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty."

"Don't be so reserved. As I foresaw and as you insisted, you are destined to become the seventh saint of mankind, so you can relax a little."

As the Redeemer Saint spoke, he took Lloyd for a walk in the showroom.

"Ah... Is this kind of thing really foreseeable?"

Lloyd asked curiously.

But the other party did not answer directly. Instead, he looked around and pointed to an old photo on the wall and said:

“This is what the city looked like when it was first established. We were still very vibrant and energetic back then.”

The picture is a group photo of a large group of people. Each of them is very young and looks energetic with light in their eyes.

Lloyd had noticed that photo before. As the only photo framed and hung on the wall instead of stuffed in the cabinet, it must be of great significance, so he could guess something.

The Redeemer Saint continued to take him around the display cabinets, and then he talked endlessly about the photos and relics, who was the hero who died in the fierce battle, and who was the engineer who made great contributions to the city's construction.

It felt like he was an old man who had been lonely for many years, and was eager to share his past with young people.

Lloyd was not impatient. Instead, he listened very carefully and was full of respect for these pioneers.

But he still didn't quite understand why the Redeemer Saint would talk to him about the past first?

Doesn't he always talk about prophecy? Shouldn't he be focusing more on the future? Why does he feel like a person living in the past?

It was not until the Redeemer introduced all the items in the display cabinet that he suddenly said something inexplicable:

"These things will belong to you from now on. You can take them now."

"Eh?"

Lloyd was a little confused.

What do I need these things for?

And these are important memories to you, right?

But before he could figure out how to ask and refuse, he heard the saint on the other side take the initiative to explain:

"You will need them in the near future... and these things do carry my past, but... that's not important anymore."

As he spoke, a bandaged hand stretched out from the sleeve of his black robe and tapped lightly on the display cases.

The various photos and relics displayed inside instantly turned into streams of light, gathered together, and finally condensed into a large crystal of knowledge.

It was the first time that Lloyd witnessed this operation of converting physical objects into knowledge crystals, and he was a little surprised for a moment.

The Redeemer first put the Crystal of Knowledge into his hand, then explained with a slight smile:

"Don't be surprised, they were just from my memory from the beginning."

It is actually a physical object condensed from memory?

It's really unbelievable...

Is this the foundation of an old saint?

Lloyd sighed in his heart and looked at the crystal of knowledge in his hand.

Even this crystal is different from the traditional crystal of knowledge, at least different from the one given by the previous intellectual saint.

It cannot be read directly like a high-end e-book, and even touching it with inspiration will not produce any response.

But there was an aura that Lloyd was somewhat familiar with...

The breath of history...

"What on earth is this crystal..."

Lloyd asked curiously.

But the saint on the other side continued to talk in an evasive manner and said:

"If you want to change the world and go back to the past, you'll need a more stable starting point, so I hope this crystal can help you in that regard."

"Ah? Sorry... I'm a little confused by what you said?"

Lloyd scratched his head and continued to ask:

"I don't know how you found out, but I do want to change the world. I have tried to go back to the past, but these are two completely different things, right? No matter how much I change the past, it won't change the present..."

As he spoke, he realized that something seemed to be wrong and gradually fell silent.

Could it be that the power emitted from my [Trial of Illusion] that can affect the 'Abyss' area is related to this?

And the so-called changing the world here is not the kind of expression in science fiction movies and TV shows on Earth. It does not mean going back in time and killing someone's parents, and that person will no longer exist. Instead, a special force will dissipate and have some subtle influence on this person?

Maybe this person did not disappear directly, but turned into another person with the same appearance and memories?

It’s a bit like another self in some quantum entanglement theory?

Combined with the chaotic attributes of [History], and the impact and changes caused by various random and observational factors in the chaotic field...

Then, if you want to "go back to the past", the only feasible way at present is to pass your own [Trial of Illusion]

So, the core of changing reality with illusions is to change history?

Lloyd's mind suddenly became a little confused. Many clues and ideas that he had not grasped before emerged one after another, causing him to ignore the danger for a moment. He immediately stood there in a daze, lost in thought.

However, when he was thinking about this dangerous problem before, that ferocious look did not fall on him this time, as if it had missed him?

Even the inspiration and strange intuition in his mind did not erupt, but remained quiet and did not disturb Lloyd.

It was not until an unknown amount of time had passed that Lloyd gradually came out of his contemplation and suddenly realized the unusual change.

"This... I'm actually fine?"

He looked down at his hands in surprise, then looked up at the Redeemer who had been standing opposite him, waiting patiently, and asked quickly:

"Did you protect me?"

"Not really. It's just that I'm too old and too weak to be worth caring about."

The Redeemer explained in a riddle, and then asked:

"I suppose you have gained something?"

"Well, I understand what you mean, and I know what to do next."

"That's good, the prophecy has returned to its original track once again."

The Redeemer Saint spoke with a clear sense of relief in his tone, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

But Lloyd was stunned and asked:

"Ah? From what I understand, the prediction you received seems to be very pessimistic, right?"

"Did Hildina tell you that?"

The Redeemer asked back, and after seeing Lloyd nod, he continued with a slight smile:

"Then you should also know that different people will have completely different interpretations and explanations of the same prophecy. Whether it is optimistic or pessimistic, there is no absolute right or wrong. It depends largely on how it is interpreted."

These words made Lloyd nod vigorously.

Although he had rarely come across prophecies, he often interpreted divinations, and all the interpretations he received tended to be optimistic.

So what the saint meant by this was that the prophecy he received could also be interpreted as an optimistic outcome?