"A... travel notes from the Astral World?" Zhao Nan frowned, and came over this notebook from Xu Yang's hand.

The beautiful teacher Xu Yang has carefully translated all the words above through his secondary professional skills.

"Well, there is nothing wrong with this travel note." Xu Yang nodded and said: "Did Locke once mentioned that Teacher Ulysses had traveled to the astral world and wrote a travel note? I think this is it."

Zhao Nan opened it carefully.

On the title page, wrote the words "What the **** is the world like?"

"What is the world like?" Zhao Nan read it subconsciously, and said in amazement: "What does Ulysses mean by writing this sentence on the title page?"

"The astral world...well, the astral world that we have reached in the past, isn't it able to take in the strong men who have died in the past era? I think the teacher probably wanted to find out the reasons for this, right? Above notes There are many places where the teacher’s speculations have been written. But I haven’t had time to look carefully and deliberate.”

Zhao Nan smiled and said: "It's ok to translate it, leave these questions to me. Now you, it is more important to concentrate on improving your strength."

Xu Yang hesitated for a moment and said, "Zhao Nan, what is this notebook..."

"Locke and Sisi are missing..."

Zhao Nan talked about the things he had encountered in that forest during this time, including the existence of the Sea Clan Corps... just omitting the part where the Marshal of the Seas planned to detonate the water veins of the earth.

"The tower of the sage has disappeared?" Xu Yang looked incredible after listening, "How could this happen? And even Locke and Sisi..."

Zhao Nan sighed and said, "This is also what I don't understand... Maybe there will be any clues in this notebook. Otherwise..."

Zhao Nan pressed the palm of his hand on the notebook and gently rubbed it: "The only thing left by it is too weird."

"I'm really worried that Locke still has Sisi."

Zhao Nan reached out and grabbed the other's palm. He whispered: "Although they are still alive, they are still alive, at least not in the worst case. In fact, I am more inclined to hide from Ulysses than to disappear suddenly. Only with the sage. The situation where the tower also disappeared is a little weird...maybe there is something I didn't notice."

Xu Yang smiled bitterly: "Isn't your absolute spiritual circle able to dominate everything within the environment? If you can't even discover this, isn't it..."

Zhao Nan shook his head and said: "What is found is only the appearance, the cause and effect. It still needs to be considered. The absolute spiritual circle is not a panacea... After all, it is a matter of strength."

After sighing slightly, Zhao Nan stretched out his hand against Xu Yang's cheek and said, "However, if you look like this dried bitter gourd for a long time, I might not be able to concentrate on thinking about it."

Xu Yang smiled bitterly: "You have tried too hard. Let me help with taking notes. Otherwise, I will almost feel that I am useless."

"Then... comfort me a little bit."

...

...

——Whether it is a human, an elven, or an orc... even the Skywing tribe, etc., there is no doubt. They all have souls. And the existence of the soul race is the best proof of the existence of the soul.

After Xu Yang re-dressed and left, Zhao Nan began to turn over the basics on hand. Turned the title page and started reading the first page.

——Since you have a soul, how should the soul deal with itself after the death of a creature? Why can powerful souls exist for a long time, why do weak souls slowly dissipate...Why are there any souls that can survive forever that can enter the astral world? Why can it exist for a long time. But the souls that cannot enter the astral world cannot escape the fate of extinction in the end?

-Since the long epoch. All this is repeating...

——This is the fifth floor of the Protoss World. I saw the so-called Protoss Nobles, who had retrieved their memories before death. They were indeed extremely powerful. I think any Protoss here will be a character of a dominant overlord if it appears in the paradise of the Eighth Age.

Turning over Ulysses' notes page by page, following in his former footsteps. Zhao Nan, who was just passing by in the astral world, had a new understanding of the astral world.

Suddenly, a text with a questioning tone broke into Zhao Nan's sight.

——I have been in the astral world for the 400th year. What makes me feel strange is that I have met the same Protoss twice. Although this place is huge. If you keep walking around, you will probably encounter the same Protoss. But it does not mean that this has never happened. For example, now, I ran into this guy from the era of supernatural powers.

——What I am curious about is that the other party seems to have completely forgotten my existence, and his power is not as strong as the first time I met... What makes me feel incredible is that at this time, he, I'm in a state where I haven't completely retrieved my memory.

——I once said jokingly, haven’t you retrieved your memories?

——He said: How could it be? If that were the case, I shouldn't think about it now, because my power has reached a certain bottleneck and I feel distressed.

--Yes! He is right. If the epoch is complete, how can you feel distressed because of the so-called bottleneck that has passed? But what is the reason for this, I have been wondering.

...

——Thousands of years have passed, and I still haven't found the answer. And a similar situation, I haven't seen it... as if something is preventing me from searching for the truth in the dark. Because after that, I haven't seen any Protoss for the second time. I mean the second meeting after a long absence.

...

——In the gap between the sixth and seventh floors of the Astral Realm, I finally met the descendants of my old comrades-in-arms, Juventus. This powerful ancient arcanist. I once asked Juventus to follow me out of the astral world and return to Paradise again, but he refused.

——He said: I have not defeated the demon kings on the seventh floor, I will not be reconciled if I leave here.

——Yes, the ancient arcanists are a bunch of lunatics. From the first generation to the Juventus generation, all are a group of militant lunatics. As a mage, why can't you be more elegant?

...

——I have no way to enter the seventh floor. Maybe it's my lack of strength, maybe something is lacking... and the time I stay in the astral world seems to have reached its limit. My body began to be assimilated by the unique strange power here. If I stay here, I am afraid I will have to transform into a Protoss and stay here forever.

...

——I suddenly thought of a question. If the protoss still exist in the form of souls, then what power is supporting them and will not dissipate? In other words, what are the reasons why they are qualified to not dissipate?

...

——The first thousand one hundred and thirty-four years, it is already the limit, I must leave the astral world... My body has turned into a ten-year-old child, continue, will it become a star Lingzhu?

...

——It's finally the moment to leave. When the accessibility of the space suddenly opened, a strange idea broke into my heart. If the world is a mixture of true and false existence... Is it true only if the soul can enter the astral world? And because it is not a real soul, it will eventually dissipate? And I... is it true or false?

Several hours have passed.

Zhao Nan even read the contents of this notebook word by word, and this is already the last page...or the contents of the last page he thought.

"Here, there are traces of being torn apart? The last page...what else."

Zhao Nan looked up the bottom page carefully, and there were very slight marks left by the pen tip when he was writing.

"appear."

With a low murmur, the slight impression on the bottom seemed to have regained its original clarity. Although there is no way to reproduce the last page that has disappeared, if the imprint can be clear, it is the same for Zhao Nan.

Finally, the rubbing is printed, and the same is true for translation. And since the last page is torn off...

However, the imprint that became clear at this moment...

"question mark?"

Lots of question marks!

Irregular, or even out-of-row, messy question marks. As if there were countless questions in his heart, Zhao Nan seemed to be able to feel the mood of Ulysses who wrote these question marks at the time.

"What did he see last..."

After closing the notebook again, Zhao Nan sighed slowly. This travel note brought him a lot of knowledge about the astral world. However, in the end, only the strange Protoss that Ulysses encountered and the last question that could make him pay attention.

——I, is it true or not?

"Unexpectedly, Ulysses could discover this..."

The notebook in his hand suddenly burst into a bright red flame.

Bit by bit turned to ashes... What is recorded here is probably the secret... clue to the truth that exists in the world so far.

"The astral world will not accept false souls..." Zhao Nan muttered to herself: "Ulysses, since you can sneak into the astral world, it proves that your soul is real. If you are here, I can even answer your question."

Looking at the screen of the control room silently, looking at the dark sea level, Zhao Nan whispered: "This world...more than 90% of the creatures are not born naturally, but fakes created deliberately. What's more ridiculous is...they don't know it."