Chapter 394: The Second Trap
“It seems like we still can’t smuggle ourselves into the Third Layer of the Virtual Realm,” Ashe sighed.
In fact, this was to be expected. If there were truly a simple and understandable way to smuggle oneself in, the sky over the Time Continent wouldn’t occasionally echo with the wails of sorcerers being attacked by knowledge creatures. Many sorcerers might know about the golden seven sorcerers and the White Bull Hypothesis, but these hypotheses are too difficult to realize. Left with no other choice, they can only fly straight into the sky, trying to grasp the elusive Rainbow Tail.
Golden sorcerers are the hardest to accept their fate.
They are more talented than silver sorcerers, and in the mundane world, they are generally top-tier managers, often having seen the boundless glory of Sanctuary sorcerers. The secular world considers them geniuses, and they think of themselves as geniuses too.
But the chasm between realms and sects is harder to cross than any other challenge. If your girlfriend doesn’t love you, you can use hypnosis and charm to win her back. If you’re shot in the head, a healing sorcerer can use hydrotherapy to reconstruct it. Even water that’s been spilled can flow back with time-reversal spells. But if you can’t understand high-level knowledge, then you just can’t understand it.
If the smartest people in the world haven’t found a smuggling route after hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, then the unlearned Mudborn Ashe naturally doesn’t have much hope for himself either.
“Tsk,” Sonya bit her nail, “If we could get to the Third Layer of the Virtual Realm, all our troubles would be solved.”
“Trouble’s here,” Ashe suddenly said. The sports car made a sharp 45° turn, accelerating diagonally upward.
Sonya immediately gripped her sword hilt and drew it slightly. Deya pulled out a Water-born Thread with both hands. The two of them dropped their playful demeanor and instantly entered combat mode.