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Chapter 1108 - 439: Tower of Overturning

Chapter 1108: Chapter 439: Tower of Overturning

Although Aiwass held the two gemstones in deep thought, no one dared to take them directly from his hands.

But in the end, Aiwass did not disappoint the crowd.

"I do have an idea."

Aiwass began to speak: "I read in a book that there are three suns in this world. The first sun had already fallen and no longer rises before the birth of life; the second sun was killed and shattered by rituals and language, transforming into countless stars scattered across the quiet night; and the third sun was born from a Three-legged Crow, it is the Eternal Self and the child of the Eternal Self."

"The sun in our world is the third sun, and the searing sun outside must be the second sun."

"I know, it’s the *Morning Crow Scripture*, right? I was fortunate enough to translate that book once..."

Hearing this, Encyclopedia suddenly grew spirited: "The second sun... that’s our deity, the Amun God!"

Clearly, for a member of the Horus People, translating—or even just reading—knowledge about the sun was a privilege. Once such knowledge had been read, it could never be forgotten.

Then Aiwass continued: "Since the second sun could be ’killed by rituals and language,’ it means that by the time the second sun existed, language must have already been present. Moreover, it must have held some special power, significant enough to rival ’rituals’... what does that make you think of?"

There was only one possible answer.

——These ancient runes!

Aiwass looked at the Amber Master: "You’re so eager to uncover this ruin... is it to decipher the secrets of the runes?"

After all, for a Transcendent of the Path of Dusk, the motive to activate this ruin didn’t align with the philosophy of the Path. It was already well-preserved, yet it was Amber who had released this layer of protected time and space.

There must be a motive behind it—something compelling enough to change his original intent.

For a Transcendent of the Path of Dusk, who seeks detachment from fame and fortune, what kind of treasure could move their heart?

"——No."

Amber merely shook his head: "I am indeed searching for something here, but it’s not them."

Saying this, he took the lead and began walking forward: "Let’s go deeper and see."

Seeing the old man leisurely move ahead startled Wanderer.

He rushed forward, half-supporting and half-scolding, helping the Amber Master back to a safer position: "Hey, wait, wait! Oh, damn it... Boss, move to the back..."

Aiwass handed the gemstones to Professor Bard first, then steadily followed behind Wanderer.

He flexed the fingers of his right hand slightly, focused, and kept a close eye on Wanderer, ready to provide healing at any moment.

As a survival master, not only did Wanderer have a keen sense of danger, but he also had various instinctual escape abilities. Even if his eyes didn’t see or his ears didn’t hear, he could rely on intuition to evade.

Even if an enemy bypassed his sensory capabilities, Wanderer could find a way to deflect fatal damage away from critical areas—like when he had dodged a guardian golem fortified with illusion techniques using this very skill.

This made survival masters the strongest scouts. After all, even defenders with immense life force could be instantly killed by traps and ambushes. If such an essential role suffered injuries, the team could be at a major disadvantage during engagement... whereas the combat power of a survival master was less critical.

Coldly put, it wouldn’t even matter if they died. They weren’t relied on for damage output in the first place.

And there was another purpose that even defenders couldn’t achieve...

Suddenly, Wanderer stopped in his tracks and raised his hand, signaling everyone to halt.

In an instant, everyone froze in place.

The interior of the Tower of Heaven was brightly illuminated, allowing even Professor Bard, who lacked night vision, to see Wanderer’s hand movements clearly.

Wanderer closed his eyes slightly, as if sniffing for a certain scent in the air.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes: "Little Cat, come over here. Disarm this trap."

Saying this, he pointed toward a direction on the wall.

Little Cat, who had at some point vanished into the crowd, silently appeared at the indicated spot.

Her bandaged, worn hands touched the wall but didn’t trigger the trap—as if she were a ghost or a corpse.

Her hands passed through the wall, sinking into it entirely.

Unable to rely on sight, she discerned the trap’s details solely through touch and sound. A moment later, a sharp crack rang out, and several slabs on the ground split open—four rune stone slabs rose from the floor. These slabs, inscribed with eye-like runes, gradually lost their flowing azure glow as they ascended, turning black.

Little Cat deftly collected the slabs one by one and silently returned to the front of the group, presenting them to Aiwass like treasures.

Aiwass examined them but saw no attribute panel.

He ordered the team to remain cautious, continue advancing, and began discussing with the others.

"What kind of trap was that?"

Aiwass asked Little Cat.

Little Cat shook her head, and it was Wanderer at the front who answered instead: "There’s no lethal danger... but I sensed a premonition of ’parting’ and ’helpless isolation.’ So I infer it’s either a trap that confines individuals, or one that transports them somewhere—like a prison."

"A transmission trap..."

Aiwass’s expression grew slightly serious: "In a way, this is the deadliest kind of threat."