"It's truly beautiful, with clouds and mist entwining and glimmering lights shining the path—it's indeed like a fairyland."
Ian looked around the crystal creature museum, then retracted his gaze, his heart filled with amazement and satisfaction, "These crystals have been meticulously carved and impurities have been removed. The artistic standards of the previous era's civilization were also very high!"
"Damn!"
Andor, given his cultural level, could only exclaim with emotion, "It's freaking huge!"
Ian did not stop in his tracks though. As wonderful as the museum was, there was no time to dawdle; he used the silver chip to store everything he saw and heard, saving it for a time when he could appreciate it later.
But then, on the road, he suddenly stopped.
A sense of familiarity overwhelmed him, just like the Illusory Vision he had six years ago.
"—So it has come? The Illusory Vision during the advancement of spirit energy..."
