In the underground air-raid shelter refuge.
Aaron entered meditation, sensing the fluctuations of the collective subconscious ocean.
Fine ripples came from various places, converging into the same imprint.
It was the image of an amiable Master with a blurred face, spreading the seeds of "Hope Tree"!
"Relying on Enid and the others' promotion, deceiving people everywhere, have we finally gathered enough 'influence'?"
A smile appeared on Aaron's lips.
"When lies are told multiple times, they become truth! There are some similarities between this and the way of faith..."
In the blink of an eye, he has been in the eighth layer of history for more than three months.
During this period, except for inquiring about the Spirit World, "Mother of Night", and End of the World news, Aaron didn't make any other moves, just accumulating the "Power of Source".
Now, he has sensed enough "belief".
