"Congratulations."
"Your entry âMandala Uroborosâ has advanced in rank, acquiring an additional entry:"
"Ouroboros Eyes."
"Description: Because you already possess the âEye of Truthâ, now with the power of âMandala Uroborosâ, you can see the opposing faction."
"ââYouâre on the right track, brother."
This entry is quite something.
In the Other Shore World, where both eyes are veiled in darkness, such a source of intelligence is indeed needed.
Shen Ye nodded slightly.
In the darkness.
A fierce wind swept by, transforming into a shadow in the sky outside the ruins, instantly engaging in combat with another silhouette.
The shockwaves from their clash trembled throughout the Void.
Yet, in the collapsed building where Shen Ye was, there seemed to still be some weak protective measures.
So for the moment, Shen Ye was relatively safe.
He held his breath and waited for a while.
Once he was certain the battle outside couldnât reach here, he unfolded the Transformation Card.
On the card was illustrated a man holding a mask.
In faint letters beside the card:
"The Earlier You."
"Identity Card."
"Description: When you use this card, you obtain all the experiences explored by the âEarlier Youâ, starting anew from this moment."
"ââYou replace the self who had fallen into despair."
Shen Ye squeezed it forcefully.
Snap.
The card shattered, transforming into beams of light that merged into his body.
Scenes flashed through Shen Yeâs mind.
Indeed!
The Exile is a Broken Card formed by the Power of Doomsday Destruction and the Master of the Ancient High-dimensional.
It can transcend space-time dimensions to capture any existence in a life-and-death crisis.
This is an incredibly astonishing power!
How could Shen Ye feel at ease exposing such gate power?
Any power, once used on others, might be leaked.
Because on the Other Shore above the Aetherââ
He knows no one.
ââOne mustnât trust others carelessly!
Rather than using it on the beings of the Other Shore, itâs better to use it on oneself.
To use it on the self that had already reached the Other Shore, fully exploring secrets, undergoing various battles, and ultimately falling into a critical life and death situation!
After all, the "Exile" can transcend space-time dimensions, pulling back the future self ensnared in mortal combat!
Standing in the "Present", using the "Exile" to save the self of the "Future"ââ
This is the proper reasoning!
In a completely unknown environment, trusting oneself is better than trusting others to keep the "Exile" secret!
Moreover, by saving oneself this way, one can obtain the adventure experiences of the yet-to-fall self through the "Transformation Card".
"Hmm..."
Shen Ye slightly closed his eyes, trembling continuously, as though dreaming.
Uncountable memories surged in Shen Yeâs mind, every gain and decision vividly clear, progressively more precise.
At a certain moment.
Shen Ye opened his eyes, revealing an expression of understanding.
"Itâs begun..."
He murmured, taking large strides into the interior of the house, quickly searching around.
After a short time.
He found a slightly protruding brick, extended his finger to tap it lightly five times, waited three seconds, tapped twice, waited two seconds, tapped once, and finally tapped seven times in succession.
The ground silently split open.
A descending staircase appeared before Shen Yeâs eyes.
He was about to step down, when suddenly Charlotteâs voice rang in his ear:
"Song Yinchen is willing to contribute Truth Creation âWhite Night Demon Cageâ, on the condition that she explores the Other Shore with you."
"Iâve seen her, she is absolutely capable of being your support."
Shen Ye leapt into the passageway, descended the stairs.
ââThe stones closed behind him, erasing the passageâs traces.
"Reject her."
He said without a second thought.
"Just one helper, plus one last piece of Truth Creationâyou choose to refuse?" Charlotte asked, surprised.
"Yes, also convey to her, if she can command more than five Laws, only then to speak of entering the Other Shore." Shen Ye replied.
"Understood." Charlotteâs voice disappeared.
ââHowever, her tone held no dissatisfaction, instead it seemed somewhat pleased.
Shen Ye continued onward.
In truth.
Last time he reached the Other Shore, he agreed to Song Yinchenâs terms.
But what happened later provedââ
He was too hasty in establishing identity and doting on Song Yinchen, causing matters to spiral out of control.
This time, certainly not!
Shen Ye halted, gazing at the candlelit wooden door at the passageâs end.
He waited a breath.
A voice emerged from beyond the door:
"Alright, materials or intelligence?"
"Intelligence." Shen Ye replied.
"What will you trade?"
"Just take a look, exchange for what I need."
"Please, come in."
The wooden door creaked open with a grating sound.
Shen Ye entered.
Inside was a room filled with stacks of books.
A three-meter-tall, two-headed Ogre stood behind a desk, writing rapidly.
One head focused intently on the paper atop the desk, while the other turned to Shen Ye, whistling:
"Truth? Doomsday? Old Order? Or something else?"
"I havenât decided yet." Shen Ye replied confidently.
"Havenât decided your faction? But you donât quite look like a newcomer." the Ogre probed.
"Thatâs because my heritage is somewhat ancientâIâve also heard of your methods, please donât throw me onto the battlefield to feed the Eight-legged Life-devouring Demon Spirit; that would ruin our relationship." Shen Ye replied nonchalantly.
The Ogre paused its writing.
Both its heads lifted, scrutinizing Shen Ye:
"You know a lot about me."
"Who wouldnât know you?" Shen Ye shrugged: "The renowned intelligence agent, the sharer of wisdom and strength, the Ogre Tragamum·Nascent."