Before she could feel the touch of Maha Mudra on her fingertips, a dazzling sunlight flashed in front of her eyes. She raised her hand to block it, but found that her surroundings were no longer on the flower boat. The left hand in front of her was also a bit unfamiliar, and the red birthmark was gone.

It was gone, replaced by a long scar.

The sudden strong wind blew Sling staggering. She quickly grabbed the exposed steel pipe next to her, and immediately pulled her hand back due to the cold. This movement alerted the crows resting next to the steel pipe, and they screamed several times.

With a loud sound, it flew downwards.

This is the rooftop of the Empire State Building. From this angle, most of Beach City can be seen in full view. The setting sun on the horizon is like a strong oil paint sprinkled on a dark blue canvas, outlining the office buildings and streets in the distance.

The uneven geometric lines seemed like something was wrong, but Sling couldn't grasp the weirdness of this moment.

it's too cold.

There was ankle-deep snow under my feet. The marshmallow-like snow seeped in little by little along the low uppers of my sneakers. My socks were wet and my toes were so cold that I lost all feeling.

The sudden change of time and space made Siling realize that this moment was not a real existence, but a prophetic illusion created by the Mahayana. At the same time when she realized this, her consciousness was bounced by the body of "Siling" at this moment.

Come out. She hurriedly took two steps back, and then thought that she was just a flicker of consciousness in this scene. She boldly poked her head to the side, and the last strong light of the sunset imprinted on Si Ling's cheek, making her

The overlooking view looks even darker, and coupled with the height of the eighty-eighth floor, people can't help but feel the fear of being stared into the abyss.

Si Ling rubbed her hands and looked at herself in the prophecy illusion again. As soon as she turned her head, she found that she in the illusion was also looking in her direction. Si Ling broke into a cold sweat in an instant, and her eyes in the illusion were dull.

He was dull, as if he had made a wax figure of her one to one, staring at himself intently, with only a bright knife constantly spinning in his hand.

The knife in the opponent's hand was very flexible. He swung it forward and passed through Si Ling's neck. She trembled and wiped her neck. If it weren't for the illusion, she might have died. After the shock, Si Ling calmed down immediately.

In the illusion, his eyes were just at this angle, but not focused. He was not looking at her.

Si Ling swallowed her saliva, stood up and stood behind her in the illusion, and followed the angle of her eyes to look over. There were no special buildings in this direction. Under the dim sunset, there were only bare trees and the occasional flying bird on the street.

It was a crow, but almost instantly she knew what the other person was looking at. It was a long-abandoned signal tower. When Sling was very young, the signal tower had not yet been abandoned, and it would often flash with colorful neon lights all night long.

It was a secret base that only she knew. It was her own fairy tale tree hole that stored the wishes, tears, determination, and hopes of her childhood.

"Hehe, hehe, hehehehe..." The self in the illusion suddenly laughed, with a strange look in his eyes. It was an expression that Sling had never seen on herself. The next second she saw the corner of her mouth in the illusion twitching.

After a moment, her eyes returned to a blank look again. She saw herself in the illusion saying something, but her voice was too soft and was quickly lost in the wind.

"What?" Si Ling chased after him, but his hand went straight through the body of the illusion. The self in the illusion turned around and smiled behind Si Ling, and the weird smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

He waved his hand towards the visitor. The short knife in his hand disappeared.

Si Ling turned around and saw Fang Muzhi.

The scene of her mouth opening and closing in the illusion just now played slowly in her head again. What she said was - "Twin Rings."

Wait, the twin rings on her hands in the illusion have disappeared... Does this mean that the person in front of her who looks exactly like her is no longer herself?

She looked at herself in the illusion waving to Fang Muzhi, her eyes full of smiles. This time Si Ling heard what she said in the illusion clearly, and she said - "Happy birthday, Fang Muzhi."

…

A cool touch came from her fingertips, and she subconsciously pulled her hand back, as if she had been frozen. Immediately, Sling realized that what she was touching was no longer the imaginary snow, but the cold stone—

—Maha Seal.

She could feel herself trembling uncontrollably. The vision of herself in the vision and prophecy just now was too weird. The feeling brought by the Mahayana was extremely real. It was difficult for Siling to recover from what had just happened.

Her arm was dragged by someone, and the warmth penetrated through the thin fabric. She turned her head and the person who helped her was Xiang Jun, "The Mahayana is always as impersonal as ever. The prophecies that everyone sees are...

It’s not a good thing.”

"Thank you." Si Ling avoided Xiang Jun as usual. She didn't want anyone to feel the constant trembling of her body. She took a long breath and said, "I don't believe in fate, nor do I believe in the Mahayana.
Chapter completed!