In the Great Book Collection.
Jin Cheng stumbled forward.
The bronze censer in his hand fell to the ground with a crack.
Before him, a scarlet mist was pouring out from the mouth of the mechanical "angel" relief that he had designed himself, its exquisitely carved wings, embodying the cold, sharp beauty unique to machinery, now fluttered like bloodstained raven wings.
He could no longer distinguish reality from hallucination.
He didn't know where he wore or what he was supposed to do.
He only remembered that he was a follower under the banner of the Holy Trinity, the Saint who wielded the highest power on earth.
But, is this Saint really a Saint?
Jin Cheng's mind was in chaos.
He no longer remembered when he truly became a Saint.
Perhaps, it was the moment he ordered the complete sealing of the third layer of the Great Book Collection, willingly forgetting those "forbidden" knowledges in his mind?
