Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"What does it mean?"

Renekton frowned slightly and looked at Bernadette, whose eyes had become clear again.

Bernadette shook her head slowly and said calmly:

"I saw some of the future through what happened tonight, and I can't decipher too much of it."

“It can only be vaguely foreseen, and a certain possibility in the future is fixed, just like a ship anchored on the sea. The heavy anchor is deeply buried in the sand on the seabed, fixing it, and countless people are moving towards the future in the long river of destiny. Among these tributaries, there is a certain force that connects history to form a heavy and stable anchor, firmly fixing certain possibilities in the future."

"This change is not enough to make the future directly move towards a fixed result, but it also restrains the future to a certain extent. No matter how the world develops in the future, fixed things will inevitably happen."

"If the future is compared to a turbulent ocean, then what is fixed may be an anchored ship. No matter how the waves rise and fall, it will always be anchored there."

"I'm not sure whether this is some kind of reflection of reality by the River of Destiny, or whether there is some unknown, powerful force acting directly on the River of Destiny. After all, the Wheel of Fortune has not yet appeared."

Some possibility of being anchored? It sounds a bit like a ring of destiny, but the barrier left over from the original is still there. It is impossible for him to have such an impact on the world. The wave of the times driven by Brother Amen? Or the Key of Light?

"It seems like you have some guesses?" Bernadette's voice interrupted Renekton's contemplation.

"Ah, it's just a little bit touching. Compared to the future, I still feel that the present that is within reach is more important."

Renekton was stunned for a moment by the sudden interruption, and then responded with a chuckle.

“Is it more important now that it’s within reach?”

Bernadette nodded noncommittally, and her figure disintegrated in the next moment, turning into a hazy light that was made up of complex knowledge and invisible to the naked eye, and left here surging.

The cold wind at night blew the surrounding trees that had been purified but still retained their strange shapes, making a rustling sound.

Prak took two steps forward and walked to Renekton's side. Looking at the place where the mysterious queen disappeared, he said with a sigh:

"I originally thought that the 'King of the Five Seas' who was most likely to be promoted to an angel on the sea would be the 'King of the Five Seas'. He has established his own rules on the sea and is not far from Sequence Two."

"The Duke of Entropy? Indeed, his ritual has basically been completed. He is probably stuck on the potion. After all, the main ingredient of the angel-level potion itself is a mythical creature and is not so easy to hunt."

Renekton nodded slightly and sighed, then turned his gaze to the river in front of him. The dead river surface did not make a single ripple under the cold wind.

His eyes darkened, he sighed in his heart, and then said:

"This river is dead. I don't know if the Earth Church can solve this problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, a warm wind suddenly blew around him. It was different from the cold wind in winter, but more like the spring breeze coming from the warm sunshine, with the smell of grass and earth, like the warm palm of a mother, caressing her gently. Hold this land.

The rich vitality condenses the water vapor in the air into rain and falls on the streets, in the jungle, and on the dead river, bringing with it a soothing power.

Circles of ripples appeared on the dead river surface, shattering the crimson moon reflected in the water, and bits and pieces of life emerged in the river water.

"This is a miracle!"

Plak looked at everything happening around him with a look of astonishment. Only the Earth Mother Goddess, who had the authority over life among the seven gods, could achieve such a level of recovery.

Renekton also watched everything happening around him. His peeping eyes allowed him to see more. Even if he didn't take the initiative to pry, he could still feel the soft gaze falling on him.

When everything returned to calm and the eyes on him disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at Pulak beside him and said:

"I thought that I would have to at least wait for the Earth Church to hold a grand ceremony before they would respond. After all, showing miracles at this time can easily improve the people's attitude towards the Earth Church's faith."

"Perhaps this is just to show his attitude. As long as the Church of the Earth does not interfere in the internal disputes in the Southern Continent, both I and Mesanyes are happy for them to preach here."

Plaque looked at the scene around him that had regained some vitality, and his expression rarely softened.

It will be difficult for the vitality of this area to return to its previous state in a short period of time. The help of the Church of the Earth is very necessary. Plak sighed in his heart, then turned around and walked into the spirit world. Before the figure disappeared completely transparently, he whispered He muttered:

"I'm going to find Mesanyes. We need to deal with the aftermath here. Maybe we don't have to wait until tomorrow. The news that all the colonial forces in the Pas Valley have been expelled will spread throughout the northern and southern continents."

After remaining silent for a moment, Renekton looked at the red moon above his head. His figure became transparent, like a statue made of countless starlights, and then turned into bright starlights that swarmed into the spiritual world. .

In the library deep in the spiritual world, bright stars poured out from every corner and quickly gathered together, reuniting Renekton's figure in the stars.

As soon as his figure solidified, a very abstract and distorted oil painting of the starry sky was thrown in front of him. Renekton subconsciously reached out and took it. His eyes stayed on the oil painting for a while, and the dark blue glow in his eyes was quiet. It flows, giving people a feeling of being extremely sacred and full of wisdom.

After observing for a moment, he rolled up the painting in his hand and placed it on the table to Mr. Huang's right, while carefully looking at the other person's condition.

There seemed to be a little bit of silver flowing in Mr. Huang's eyes, which looked extremely cold and sacred. He was clearly sitting in front of him, but it gave people an extremely distant and unreal feeling.

There seemed to be some subtle changes in Mr. Huang's body, which was completely different from how he usually felt to me. After thinking for a moment, he spoke softly:

".There is a unique and incomplete world in this painting, and it is also something that rushes out from the summoning door?"

Mr. Huang nodded slowly and said in a calm voice:

"Yes, you should be able to feel some instinctive attraction from this painting. From the information I have learned, it has many similarities with the demon of knowledge and the several paths included by the creator. , possessing the authority to devour and accommodate each other.”

"At the same time, it is similar to some of the powers of the Demon of Knowledge and the Creator? They are completely different systems. Will this act of swallowing power across systems really not make it directly out of control?"

Renekton asked in surprise.

Mr. Huang, who was sitting leisurely on the high-backed chair, reached out and floated over the rolled-up oil painting. His eyes were so deep that it was difficult to see clearly and he said clearly:

"The so-called loss of control is essentially the spiritual imprint contained in the extraordinary characteristics and the oppression of one's own reason by the madness of primitive instinct."

"Those beings in the starry sky are different from us. They are mythical creatures that are completely dominated by divinity. It is their instinct to gather similar powers and characteristics. You can understand that their essence is crazy, be more crazy. , being less crazy doesn’t make any difference to them.”