Three thousand seven hundred and twenty-two years... indeed, they were sent here when the ancient sun god was still alive. With the Silver City's steadfast presence in darkness over two thousand years as a reference, Kline easily verified the words of the Moon City high priest Nym. He nodded gently and asked, "Are you watching over this mist to prevent it from undergoing a change?" The Moon City high priest Nym, wrapped in deep brown fur, shook his head. "Our divine mandate is simply to watch every day and to observe whether anyone emerges from the mist." Emerging from the mist... Did the ancient sun god foresee that someone would emerge from this mist? If, indeed, the land beyond the mist—or within it—is the 'West Continent,' does that not suggest that life and civilization may still exist within? Klein felt an indescribable surge of excitement in his heart, yet he deeply recognized a fact: the second-generation Creator, Amun's father, couldn't even break through this gray-white mist—he had to send someone to guard it here! Was there a specific method required to pass through this invisible barrier? Ah, the "Hanged Man" had mentioned that the "Queen of Calamities," Goshinam, suggested perhaps incantations or passwords, with the condition that the "Western Continent" had already been restored. Klein looked at the moon-city high priest, whose face bore clear lines of age, and calmly said: "I believe they've already introduced me to you. I am a missionary, come to this land to spread the light of the Lord." The moon-city high priest Nym remained composed, gazing steadily at Klein with eyes the same gray-white as his long hair: "Sir, which divine being is the Lord of your faith?" Klein instinctively wanted to answer directly, but considering the previously established identity of a missionary, he held back his embarrassment, using the "clown's" skill to control the muscles on his face and expressing a slightly fervent demeanor. "Allow me to introduce my Lord—the Savior of this land, the great 'Fool,' Mr. Fool..." As a semi-deity of Tier 4, he was very clear that this was a clear sign of the toxins and pollution accumulating within his body having been purified. Moreover, the members of the hunting squad had received excellent treatment. If it weren’t for the fact that he had watched these young people grow up and remembered how they looked before their deification, they would now hardly dare believe that these were indeed the residents of the Moon City. When the High Priest looked at him, Adal immediately spoke with evident excitement: "Your Excellency Spalro has invoked the divine grace, and thus saved us." "Yes, we have seen the light! We have felt the warmth!" added Xhin, who had no nose, following up with that remark. Having undergone this recent baptism, she had, unconsciously, developed a certain faith in the Master spoken of by Germain Spalro. Compared to the indifferent, unresponsive Creator who had never answered prayers or acknowledged the suffering of the Moon City, this being felt far more like a true deity. Rus and the other hunting squad member who had returned to the Moon City to inform the High Priest gazed with eager admiration and longing at their former companions, now焕然一新, full of renewed hope. The High Priest Nim shifted his gaze and looked again at Germain Spalro, the man dressed in strange garments and wearing a strange hat. "Is the great 'Fool' a deity—of this world, no, of this cursed land, or beyond it?" Klein, bold enough in the God-Abandoned Lands, boldly uttered those words. He deliberately did not distinguish between the Amun brothers and the other six Angelic Kings, intending for the people of the Moon City to perceive all the Angelic Kings as betrayers—thus ensuring they would not be deceived by Amun in the future. Over the past half-year of travels and trials, Klein had grown increasingly convinced that the God-Abandoned Lands were indeed sealed off, or at least completely isolated from the outside world, with the only points of connection being either the exit at the "Kingdom of the Giants" or entities of the level of the Source Citadel. Consequently, when using his "Staff of Stars" here, Klein could only transfer it within the Lands—he could not reach the external scene he had mentally envisioned. Moreover, even the historical images of the "Box of the Ancient Days" were suppressed and severed; as soon as Klein summoned it successfully, the projection was immediately absorbed by the surrounding environment and could not be utilized. This made him suspect that even for the True Gods, or the Authentic Maker, the Third Layer of the "Ancient Box" might pose some danger. Upon hearing Germain Spalro's words, the High Priest of the Lunar City, Nym, slightly staggered, his weathered face instantly turning pale. The extraordinary beings behind him also showed visible changes, as though struck by a severe blow—some even exhibited signs of losing control. Seeing this, Caine reached out again, pulling forth the "Staff of Life" from the void, guiding it through the air until it precisely touched the target. Immediately, the extraordinary being's signs of loss of control vanished, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, as though he had just recovered from a serious illness. As Klein released his hold on the historical projection, the "Staff of Life" rapidly faded, and the extraordinary beings of Moon City finally broke free from the just-delivered "tidings." Some remained skeptical, unwilling to believe; others wept softly; and others cast uncertain glances toward Germaine Sparrow, as if that were now their last hope. The High Priest Nym had closed his eyes at some point, and after a few seconds, reopened them, gazing at Germaine Sparrow and asking, "Do you have any further questions?" In less than a minute, he seemed to have aged fifteen to twenty years, his body radiating a sense of decay and weariness—yet not entirely hopeless, as though a tree, though decaying, was now beginning to nurture new life and hope. Klein half-turned, pointing with the lantern he held toward the solidified gray mist: "When did you first begin attempting to breach this barrier? What have you achieved?" "The High Priest Nim spoke calmly: 'At first, the divine oracle of the Lord instructed us to remain vigilant while simultaneously seeking ways to penetrate this mist. 'After the land was cursed, we turned this direction into our primary pursuit in search of hope, yet we have consistently remained without tangible results—no matter what methods we employed, the solidified mist showed no response...' Pausing, Nim added, 'It wasn't entirely without response, though—it was not the kind of response we had hoped for.' Upon hearing this, Caine immediately sensed hope, maintaining a steady pace and asking, 'What kind of response?' Seeing the High Priest hesitate to answer immediately, Xing stepped in, saying, 'High Priest, just now, Lord Spalro has already separated portions of the mist more thoroughly than we have managed over these two or three millennia!' "Nim couldn't help but gaze deeply at Germaine Spalro once more, then said, 'Over seventeen hundred and thirty years ago, when the High Priest faced the harsh reality—something that no attempt over two thousand years in the Moon City had ever achieved—he had a sudden inspiration. He realized he couldn't treat the mist merely as a barrier to be broken or a seal to be unlocked, but rather as a great entity in its own right. He bestowed upon it a noble title, composed prayers, and created corresponding symbols. He conducted rituals here and there, repeatedly attempting to communicate and pray.'" "...What a truly unconventional approach! I hadn't thought of it at all just now. Indeed, over the years, the Moon City must have produced many people with truly unique minds. Three thousand years of time certainly weren't in vain." Klein was moved by these reflections, nodded slightly, and asked, "And then, did he receive any feedback?" Nim responded affirmatively with a nasal tone, then said, "Once, the High Priest revised the first phrase of the name to 'the ever-unchanging mist...' and during the subsequent ritual, at the conclusion, he faintly heard voices emerging from deep within the mist—yet he could never make them out clearly, unable to decipher their exact meaning. "Since then, we have conducted countless rituals, and it has become evident that not every one elicits a response. Even when a response does come, it is often not immediate, requiring patience." "No, perhaps our sequence isn't high enough yet, or our strength isn't strong enough." Nim shook his head. If that were the reason, then I could give it a try... Kline paused for a few seconds and politely requested: "Could you perform the ritual one more time correctly? I'd like to hear those sounds again." This politeness left Nim unable to refuse, nor dared he refuse. After a moment's hesitation, he replied: "Certainly, but many materials are located in the Moon City, so you'll need to wait a while." Kline thought for a moment and asked: "Have you ever used those materials before?" "Yes," Nim said, slightly puzzled. Kline nodded calmly: "Then let's proceed right away. Could you tell me when the most recent time you used those materials was, and where exactly, in the vicinity?"