Chapter 571: Huge Pressure

Audrey simply mentioned the ancient folk song, but she didn't describe

the content in detail. She was afraid that the knowledgeable Ma'am

Hermit would be able to guess at the exact location.

She only mentioned the inspiration she had, and how she used a

Psychological Cue to retain her lucidity in her dream before beginning a

magical journey.

*Psychological Cue? She knows how to plant a psychological cue? She's

likely a Sequence 7 Psychiatrist...* Cattleya habitually made a

judgment, but she immediately felt even more perplexed.

*Then why would she be buying the Beyonder characteristic of a

Psychiatrist?*

*Taking the same potion gives a limited increase in strength while being

prone to losing control. Furthermore, it will be an obstacle towards the

digestion of the potion...*

*To create a mystical item? But this will overlap with her own Beyonder

powers. There's no value to that.*

To give it to someone else?

Amidst Cattleya's guesses, Audrey had already mentioned her chaotic

dream and how she came to the edge of her conscious. Then, she used the

conjuring method she learned from Mr. Fool to create a staircase that

led downwards. She then slowly delved deep into her conscious.

She didn't describe in detail the various points of light in her

subconscious, as it involved embarrassing secrets she didn't wish to

share.

She focused on her lonely and long journey with no end in sight. She

also expressed how there were various monsters hiding in the surrounding

grayness that placed immense pressure on her. She mentioned how she

nearly broke down several times and barely managed to endure it thanks

to her Beyonder powers. Then, she reached the point of her finally

arriving at the illusory sea of collective subconscious.

The memory imprints of the human pioneers and the spread and reflection

of the consciousness of the surrounding creatures were presented under

Audrey's coherent and unhurried descriptions. Then, it was fixed onto

the dragon with grayish stone scales that had flown out from the sea of

collective subconscious.

*There's a dragon that lives in the sea of collective subconscious? What

a magical and beautiful journey! Although Miss Justice didn't encounter

any enemies or danger, it still leaves me a little surreal...*

Fors suddenly thought of a title of a book: "Miss Justice's Dream Tour."

While rounding things up, Audrey scanned the area and asked, "Ladies and

gentlemen, do you have any suggestions? Do you think that the dragon's

City of Miracles, Liveseyd, is also hidden in the sea of collective

subconscious?

"If I wish to continue searching, what should I take note of? What

advanced preparations do I need to make?"

The Hanged Man Alger glanced at The Hermit and said in a serious tone,

"I don't think you should continue exploring.

"It's a very dangerous act.

"According to the records, most dragons are creatures with flesh and

blood; this includes the mind dragon. By allowing itself to survive and

swim through the so-called sea of collective subconscious, it means that

the dragon you saw was a sufficiently high Sequence. At the very least,

it's at the level of a demigod.

"Before you reach Sequence 5, it's best that you don't consider this."

Cattleya nodded and said, "There are many other dangerous things in the

sea of collective subconscious---the accumulated maleficent thoughts of

humanity, the desires that can corrupt Soul Bodies, the terrifying

memories since ancient times that resemble storms and waves at sea---all

of these will deal severe psychological harm to you. It might prevent

you from ever waking up.

"Besides that's the sea of collective subconscious of all creatures,

which isn't only limited to humans. There might be evil spirits, evil

gods, or the consciousness of some terrifying existence hidden in there.

They're like gigantic maelstroms that can devour ships.

"Before you truly acquire Beyonder powers that allow you to travel

through the sea of collective subconscious, it's best not to rashly

explore too deeply."

Audrey, who was filled with expectations, felt disappointed. However,

she couldn't help but admit that Mr. Hanged Man and Ma'am Hermit had

spoken very logically and sincerely.

She silently inhaled and said to herself, *Audrey, don't be headstrong.

Wait till you're Sequence 5 before making the attempt again!*

She totally didn't consider how difficult it was to become a Sequence 5.

At that level, one could even compete to become one of the seven pirate

admirals, or even make the seven become eight.

From Audrey's point of view, with Mr. Fool and the Tarot Club, as long

as she was careful and calm, she would definitely be able to

successfully attain that level in a year or two if she didn't take

unnecessary risks.

Only the gate to being a demigod was hard to push open!

Ma'am Hermit knows a lot and is very knowledgeable... Audrey

clung onto the last sliver of hope and looked towards Mr. Fool at the

end of the table, hoping that this godlike existence would provide a

suggestion that was different from Mr. Hanged Man or Ma'am Hermit.

Don't look at me... I have no idea! Klein tried his best not

to blink.

His understanding of the conscious, subconscious, and the collective

subconscious was still stuck at a theoretical level that Spirit Medium

Daly had described. He didn't understand anything more. Despite having

his dreams intruded frequently, he had never thought of exploring the

world outside the dream despite retaining his lucidity. Therefore, how

was he to provide any suggestions to Miss Justice?

In fact, he had a natural idea regarding this. However, he wasn't sure

if it would work without having done any verification.

In the past, even if he lacked the confidence, he could vaguely make a

comment, but now, with Admiral of Stars Cattleya sitting at the side,

watching, it only made it easier for him to make mistakes the more he

spoke. The less he spoke, the fewer mistakes he would commit. And there

was no chance of making mistakes by keeping silent.

What a pressure-inducing new member... Klein sighed inwardly.

He didn't say a word and maintained his faint smile.

If not for him being above the gray fog and how he existed in the form

of a Spirit Body, he suspected that such highly difficult acting would

make the muscles around his eyes spasm.

Mr. Fool doesn't have any suggestions... Audrey retracted her

gaze in depression. She stopped fantasizing about exploring the sea of

collective subconscious so soon.

At this moment, The Moon Emlyn, who was already turning impatient,

cleared his throat.

"I've seriously researched the history handed down by us Sanguine..."

*Sanguine... He really is a vampire... Nurturing vampires and pulling

vampires into the Church is really a tradition of the Church of Earth

Mother...* Cattleya nodded as she looked like she was listening

seriously.

Meanwhile, she felt that some of her conclusions needed adjustments.

*The Moon directly expressed his identity... Does this mean that Mr.

Fool has a potent deterrence, even in the outside world, that the

members aren't afraid of information being leaked?*

*It seems like I don't have to completely hide my

circumstances...*

Emlyn paused and looked at The Sun before tipping his chin.

"Before the Cataclysm, there was no City of Silver, only the Kingdom of

Silver!"

If it were anyone else who had thrown such doubt on him, Derrick

would've hastened to retort, expressing the fact that the people of the

City of Silver were descendants of the Kingdom of Silver and that he

hadn't lied. However, after glancing at Mr. Moon and sensing his

smugness, Derrick turned his head to the side, feeling that an

explanation was beneath him.

*Why must I let an arrogant vampire who doesn't acknowledge the City of

Silver's history believe me?* he thought silently to himself.

From his reaction, Emlyn could tell that the City of Silver was indeed

related to the Kingdom of Silver. He tsked and said, "The faith of the

Kingdom of Silver wasn't originally Giant King Aurmir, but 'His' queen,

Omebella."

Omebella? Derrick turned his head and blurted out, "Our City

of Silver has no records of this matter, nor are there any records of a

queen named Omebella."

Emlyn chuckled and spread out his hands.

"That's why, there's nothing wrong with me saying that your City of

Silver's history is flawed and incomplete, right?

"Clearly, there are mistakes in your records of Sanguine history."

*...You took such a roundabout way to prove this... Should I say that a

vampire like you has clear logic, or that you're someone who bears

grudges?* Klein held back his laughter and stopped himself from

sizing up Emlyn White.

The Moon and The Sun's debate benefited him greatly, allowing him to

know that the Giant Queen, the Goddess of Harvest, was named Omebella.

The Sun Derrick was just about to give a retort to Mr. Moon when he

heard Ma'am Hermit speak.

"Omebella is the Goddess of Harvest from the Second Epoch. She's also

the queen of the Giant King's Court.

"Legend has it that she perished at the end of the Second Epoch, but

it's impossible to verify since no one has seen her corpse or relics."

The Goddess of Harvest is really named Omebella... Derrick was

stunned. He wished to retort, but he was unable to say a word as this

matter proved that the history of the City of Silver had several holes.

He instantly felt somewhat aggrieved.

When Emlyn saw this, he felt good. Pleasure rose from the depths of his

heart.

After another round of exchanges, the Tarot Gathering came to an end.

Klein smiled and said, "Everyone, we shall meet next week."

"By your will." Audrey immediately got up to bow.

The others weren't any slower, including The Hermit Cattleya.

Upon returning to reality, Admiral of Stars Cattleya looked at the

shattered celestial globe on her desk. She then seriously recalled what

had happened at the gathering.

A few details made her believe that the Tarot Club involved itself in

many matters that made it nothing to scoff at. And hidden deep in the

gray fog was Mr. Fool. Like The World, who was hidden behind thick

shadows, "He" was unreadable and unfathomable. It was unknown what he

was planning.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Cattleya retrieved a pen and

some paper and wrote while deliberating: "Someone has been deliberately

collecting the Emperor's diary pages."

She didn't dare to expose any information that involved the Tarot Club,

as she was afraid of being punished by Mr. Fool. All she could do was

give a heads-up on things that could be discovered under ordinary

circumstances.

After she was done writing and folding the letter, she took out a

golden, exquisite harmonica she carried with her. Putting it to her

lips, she blew it.

In the blink of an eye, she saw the letter strangely vanish.

Even though she wasn't wearing her glasses, she was unable to discover

the arrival of the messenger.

Phew... Cattleya sighed and reached for her forehead and said

silently, The pressure is really huge when participating in a gathering

while under the supervision of a god."

*With Admiral of Stars joining, the pressure on me as The Fool has

greatly increased...* Klein rubbed his temples above the gray

fog and directly returned to the real world.

He wanted to attempt the inspiration Miss Justice had received from

exploring her dreams.