There was a "beep" sound.

A drop of water fell from a high altitude, as if traveling through a thousand layers of mirrors, and finally fell into a calm lake.

The lake itself is also like a mirror.

This drop of water should have splashed out ripples...but it didn't. The water drop seemed to have penetrated not a calm lake, but an ethereal cloud.

An old man wrapped in mist sat on the lake.

He slowly raised his head.

Above are layers of lakes and layers of mirrors. In fact... this is an ivory tower with no top visible. Due to the concentration of extraordinary source matter, the space inside the tower can no longer be measured with the naked eye.

"You should know that over the years...the core of the Tower of Source has been weakening."

The lake was blocked by fog. As the words fell, the calm lake began to tremble... A young man wearing a moon-white robe, who seemed to have come from an ancient myth, slowly came to the old man.

"Everything I do... is for the Tower of Origin and for the future of Wuzhou."

His walking posture was very strange. One of his legs was lame, so one leg was high and the other was low.

"Lord God...you are here."

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

The moment he stood up.

There are invisible chains on all sides of the lake, which appear instantly. These chains are tight, locking the old man firmly in the center of the lake.

This is the greatest "prophet" of the Tower of Source, and his divination has never been wrong.

But... also a prisoner.

He was entangled by countless spiritual chains and imprisoned in this world of thousands of overlapping mirrors.

Rather than saying this is imprisonment, it is better to say... this is protection. Without the wrapping of these chains, his spirit would have collapsed long ago. The extraordinary laws operating in the dark will have an extremely strong backlash against thieves who are spying on the future.

His old and withered appearance is the result of regular action.

He looks like he has lived for two hundred years, is skinny and bones, and may fall apart at any time...but in fact, he is far from living to this age.

The Dionysus smiled gently, sat cross-legged in front of the old man, and said softly: "No need to be polite, your energy should be used where it should be used... This time I am looking for you, I want to confirm something with you.

"

"It's about Dongzhou."

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

"That's right."

There was a burning light in Dionysian's eyes, and he said slowly: "Nagano, Gu Changzhi... are you dead or alive?"

The old man did not answer this question directly.

"You should also know... the [Qingzhong] built in Nagano Castle is a miraculous place that is no less than the [Tower of Source]. Because of the gathering of a large amount of extraordinary source matter, any form of prophecy will be affected by the extraordinary."

The old man slowly lowered his eyebrows and said: "So... the divination of the Miracle Land may not be 100% accurate."

"Just tell me 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?"

The Dionysus raised his arm in silence, and with a casual stroke, a picture unfolded in front of the old man.

That is the battle scene in most cities at the moment.

The snow-white figure, burning with boiling light, was burning with life, pressing down on the two apostles of the Tower of Source to beat them violently. Both Iron Five and Qin Ye were in a passive defensive position.

"My apostle has arrived in Dongzhou and should have completed the mission, but at the last moment, Gu Changzhi's [apostle] appeared." Dionysus said softly: "If Gu Changzhi is dead...how can he choose an apostle?"

After all, fire is a dead thing without consciousness. When the god who controls fire dies, the divine power will naturally dissipate.

And the [Apostle] who walked the world with a ray of divine power was naturally stripped of all his power.

If Gu Changzhi dies.

His [apostle] should never appear in this world.

"Feel sorry……"

"I'm sorry I can't 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 mist, and his true expression could not be seen clearly. Only his eyebrows and withered hair were blown by the wind.

rise.

He seemed to see something from the light on Song Ci's body.

"If you really want to know the answer...why not go and see for yourself?"

The old man said softly: "You have the most powerful spirit in the world. If Gu Changzhi really chooses an apostle, then his spirit will naturally be placed in that token. As long as you are willing to see it, then... you can

See."

There was a pause.

He laughed hoarsely: "It's like... meeting me now."

The Dionysus fell silent... In fact, the problem that has troubled the Federal Parliament for so many years is not complicated. You only need to take a look to know whether Gu Changzhi is dead or alive.

But no one dared to "see" it.

Dionysian's expression is uncertain... He is hesitating.

"Sometimes, the truth you think is more important than the real truth. If you don't want to see it, then just believe that he is still alive. Why bother with my divination?"

The old man spoke.

"The more transcendent a person is from the ordinary world, the more he is bound by layers of shackles... This is why I dare not 'see'." Dionysus murmured to himself, revealing his heart, "I have been

I have paid the price for my 'multiple vision'."

"..."

The old man laughed dumbly and shook his head. He actually could not understand the fear of Dionysus.

Even if the divination is 100% successful... it doesn't mean that he knows everything. There are some people and things that he cannot predict, such as the young man in front of him.

Divination has completely lost its effect on the throne of God.

Beings that cannot be divined naturally cannot show the so-called "divination results".

Can someone as powerful as Dionysian still have fear? He saw something he shouldn't have seen... was it about Gu Changzhi?

"……Thanks."

The divination results were confirmed, but Dionysus' appearance did not improve.

For him, this divination can't change anything...he still has to make a choice.

Dionysus stood up and left the lake.

"Crack-"

The second drop of water falls.

This water droplet penetrated the lake mirror above, fell from the infinitely high tower, and hit the prophet in front of the prophet. The boy in the moon-white robe who stood up disappeared into this world as the water droplet fell.

This is a pure, spiritual fictional world.

And this meeting... is only a "meeting" on a spiritual level.

The prophet lowered his head and stared at the water droplets that disappeared into the lake. Maintaining this posture, his whole person was like a stone sculpture, falling into silence... He returned to the normal state of loneliness, and the world was terrifyingly quiet.

The only voice.

It's the constant, continuous sound of water dripping.

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

The conversation with Dionysus lasted exactly as long as a drop of water fell.

And this time, in the real world.
Chapter completed!