Bulwark of Light

Chapter 234 One second

A beep.

A drop of water fell from the sky, as if it had traveled through a thousand layers of mirrors, and finally fell into a calm lake.

The lake itself is like a mirror.

This drop of water should have splashed with layers of ripples…but it didn’t. It seemed that the water droplet was not chiseled into a calm lake, but an illusory cloud.

A misty old man sat on the lake.

He looked up slowly.

Above are layers of lakes and layers of mirrors. In fact… this is an ivory tower with an invisible top. Because of the condensation of extraordinary source substances, the space inside the tower is no longer available. Use naked eye to measure.

“You should know that the core of the source tower has been weakening over the years.”

The lake was blocked by fog, and when the voice fell, the calm lake surface, A tremor started… A young man dressed in a white moon robe, as if coming from an ancient myth, slowly came to the old man.

“Everything I do… is for the tower of the source, for the future of the five continents.”

He walked in a strange way, one leg was lame, so High and one low.

“Lord Divine Throne… you are here.”

The old man used an honorific to the young man, and he was about to stand up.

The moment he got up.

There are invisible chains in all directions of the lake, which appear instantly. These chains are tight and lock the old man firmly in the center of the lake.

This is the greatest “seeker” of the Tower of the Source, and his divination has never been wrong.

But…also a prisoner.

He was entangled by countless spiritual chains and imprisoned in this world where the thousand layers of mirrors overlapped.

It’s not so much captivity as it is…protection. Without the wrapping of these chains, his spirit would have long since collapsed, and the extraordinary laws that operate in the dark would have an extremely strong backlash effect on the thieves watching the future.

His old, withered appearance is the result of regularity.

He looked like he lived two hundred years old, skinny and ready to fall apart…but in reality, he was far from that age.

The wine-divine throne was gently laughed, he sat cross-legged in front of the old man, and said softly: “No need to be more polite, your spirit is still used where it should be used… this time to find you, I I want to confirm one thing with you.”

“It’s about Eastern Continent.”

The old man sat down again, and the countless chains disappeared.

“That’s right.”

A scorching light ignited in the eyes of the wine divide throne, and he slowly said: “Nagano, Gu Changzhi… Is it dead or alive?”

“That’s right.”

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The old man did not answer this question directly.

“You should also know… the [Qingzhong] built by Nagano Castle is a place of miracles that is not inferior to the [Tower of the Source], because a large number of extraordinary Origin Quality gather, any form of prophecy. All techniques will be affected by the extraordinary.” The old man lowered his eyebrows slowly and said, “So… the divination for the Land of Miracles may not be 100% accurate.”

“It’s good to say the result.”

“Gu Changzhi… is dead. This is the conclusion of [astrology]. I saw that the star symbolizing Gu Changzhi has fallen.” The old man’s voice was low, “This is the result of my divination. .”

“…So, what is this?”

Wine Divine Throne raised his arm silently, and with a random stroke, a screen unfolded in front of the old man.

That’s the battle scene in most of the city at the moment.

The snow-white silhouette of burning and boiling rays of light is burning with life, pressing down on the two apostles of the Tower of Origin to beat them violently. Whether it is Tie Wu or Qin Ye, they are only in a passive defense situation.

“My apostle has arrived at the Eastern Continent and should have completed the mission, but at the last moment, Gu Changzhi’s [apostle] appeared.” The wine divide throne said softly: “If Gu Changzhi is dead…he How can we choose an apostle?”

Tinder is an unconscious dead thing after all, when the Divine Throne who controls the Tinder dies, the Divine Power will naturally dissipate.

And the [Apostle] who walks the world with a wisp of Divine Power is naturally stripped of all his power.

If Gu Changzhi died.

His [Apostle] should never have appeared in this world.

“Sorry…”

“Forgive me for not being able to answer this question.” The old man stared at Song Ci in the picture for a long time, most of his facial features were obscured by the fog and could not be seen clearly His real expression was only his eyebrows that fell to the ground, withered hair, blown up by the wind.

He seemed to see something from the rays of light on Song Ci.

“If you really want to know the answer…why not go and see for yourself?”

The old man whispered: “You have the most powerful spirit in the world, if Gu Changzhi really chose an apostle, so his spirit is naturally placed in that token. As long as you are willing to see it, then…you can see it.”

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He said with a smile in a hoarse voice: “It’s like… meeting me now.”

The wine divide throne fell silent… actually troubled the Federal Parliament The problems over the years are not complicated, just take a look and you will know whether Gu Changzhi is dead or alive.

No one dares to “see” a “see”.

The wine-divine throne’s look is gloomy and uncertain…he is hesitating.

“Sometimes, the truth in your heart is more important than the real truth. If you don’t want to see it, then you might as well believe that he is still alive, why should you care about my divination? “

The old man spoke.

“The more detached people are, the more they are bound by layers of shackles… This is the reason why I dare not ‘see’.” Divine throne muttered to himself, revealing His own voice, “I have paid the price for my ‘multi-vision’.”

“…”

The old man laughed dumbly, and looked the head, he actually couldn’t understand the wine Fear of the divine throne.

Even if the Divination Technique is 100% successful…but it’s not surprising that he knows everything, some people and some things that he can’t predict, such as the boy in front of him.

The Divination Technique is completely useless on the divide throne.

The existence that cannot be divination, naturally impossible to show the so-called “divination result”.

As powerful as wine, is there something to fear? He saw something he shouldn’t have seen… Is it about Gu Changzhi?

“…Thank you.”

The divination result was confirmed, and the Divine Throne’s face did not improve.

For him, this divination doesn’t change anything…he still has to make a choice.

The wine divide throne got up and left the lake.

“pa ta—”

The second drop of water fell.

The water drop penetrated the lake mirror above, fell from the infinitely high spire, and smashed in front of the prophet. The moon-white robed boy who stood up disappeared together with the drop of water. seat in the world.

This is a pure, spiritual fictional world.

And the meeting at this time…is just a “meeting” on Spiritual Plane.

The prophet bowed his head, staring at the water droplets that disappeared into the lake, maintaining this posture, the whole person is like a stone sculpture, falling into silence… He returns to the normal state of loneliness, this world quiet terrifying .

The only voice.

It is a constant, continuous sound of dripping water.

This is the only weight and measure in this boundless tower.

The length of the conversation with the Divine Throne… just took a drop of water to fall.

And this time, in the real world.

Just a second.

(End of this chapter)