Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Shortly after Renekton left, as a bolt of lightning flashed across the dark sky, silvery white light illuminated the surrounding land, and a figure wearing a black classical robe and a pointed hat of the same color appeared on the boulder.

He wore a monocle made of crystal on his right eye, folded his hands in front of his chest, and while looking around with interest, sighed in a voice with no emotion:

"It's a pity that I came a step too late. The noise just now was really loud. No wonder I came here to be promoted. If I were outside, the steam would have rushed out of the perfect place and started a round of divine war in the real world."

"However, with such a big movement, the 'Hanged Man' hiding in the mountain just glanced at it and stopped paying attention. This attitude is a bit thought-provoking!"

"Perhaps it's time for my body to go out for a walk, and I can find an opportunity to take back the 'Insect of Time' properties stored in Palesna."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and raised the monocle at his right eye. His figure suddenly disappeared on the boulder, and the next moment he appeared directly on a hill thousands of meters away.

After a second's pause, his figure disappeared again.

About a few hundred miles away from the place where he was previously promoted, Renekton's figure holding a dark copper lantern kept flickering forward. He didn't know that Amon would appear there shortly after he left the place. If You know, he'll go faster.

The figure moved forward several times in a flash, then he suddenly stopped and stood quietly in front of a rotten tree stump, looking calmly ahead.

About five hundred meters in front of him, there was a crudely decorated altar with many spiritual materials from monsters placed on the altar.

Right in front of the altar, an old man wearing dark brown animal skin was sitting on his knees. His hair was completely gray and hanging messily. He was reciting something in a low voice with a very pious attitude.

Behind the old man, dozens of figures squatting and holding animal skin lanterns sat sparsely. They were covered with simple animal skin clothes, their heads were hung tightly, and they had varying degrees of alienation on their bodies.

"Are you from Moon City?"

"Because of the commotion I just caused, they thought it was feedback from this gray fog, so did they start holding the ceremony again?"

After muttering a few words in a low voice, Renekton turned his head to look at the gray mist on the other side, his eyes filled with a very charming lavender color, as if he could glimpse all the secrets in the world.

In this state, he could clearly see the essence of the endless spreading gray-white fog. He could even see the broken spots of light in the fog of history, some dim and some shining. It seemed that as long as he concentrated, You can clearly see the information contained in it.

Can I also see the pores of history and see the historical records contained within? It should be my own specialness. I have a certain control over any form of information, so I can see the information in those historical holes. If I switch to other "sages" or even the "Knowledge Emperor", I may not be able to do it. of this.

With a few silent sighs in his heart, his eyes were once again attracted by the endless gray-white mist in front of him. As the residents of Moon City offered sacrifices, some changes gradually occurred, and he became more alive.

In his ears, he could still clearly hear the residents of Moon City chanting their honorary names repeatedly in a language similar to giant language:

"The eternal fog, the barrier that solidifies time and space, the existence that embraces everything"

As the residents of Moon City chanted repeatedly, the gray mist flowing quietly in front of them surged up again, making a whining sound, like the friction of air, or like a low and hoarse roar.

The gray mist kept gathering and tearing apart. Gradually, it tore out a blurry face, as if it was made up of countless tiny insects squirming and gathering together. It was a face between humans and beasts. The top of the wall of gray mist is trying hard to extend outward.

Renekton, who witnessed all this, sighed in a low voice:

"It's interesting. The incident just now seems to have made it come alive again."

The dark copper lantern in his hand flashed a few times, and his figure kept "flashing". In a moment, he appeared in front of the wall made of boundless gray mist.

He raised the lantern in his hand toward the top of his head, and the face that grew out of the boundless gray fog stretched downwards. The gray fog rubbed against the air, making a whooshing sound, which sounded like it was in time.

Renekton held up the lantern and stared at it. The deep blue and almost purple glow in his eyes slowly flowed, reflecting a dense and bright starry sky.

In this state, he could perceive the state of this gray fog and the emotions of this face more clearly and more easily.

"Is it because you remember the aura just now that you remain malicious to me?"

Renekton murmured to himself in a low voice. Under the dim light, the distance was very long. No matter how much the face on the gray mist stretched downward, he could never really get close to him.

Silently looking at the face growing out of the gray fog for a moment, his free left hand stretched forward a little, condensing a dark ancient horn with an extremely heavy and powerful connotation.

The "horn of destruction" at the angel level emits a low, low sound that is difficult to cover up and isolate. The superposition of sound waves can shatter everything within a certain range.

He brought the "Horn of Destruction" to his mouth, his cheeks slightly bulging, and he blew the horn vigorously.

A deep, thick, low-pitched sound echoed all around, and invisible sound waves spread out in circles. The surrounding void continued to make tiny clicking sounds, as if it was cracking bit by bit, gradually heading toward destruction.

In the sound waves full of destructive charm, the face condensed by countless gray fogs, between humans and beasts, gradually collapsed, turning into the most primitive historical fog, and blending into the endless wall of gray fog behind it. middle.

Behind Renekton, the residents of Moon City who were holding sacrifices had discovered what had happened. They looked at the sudden appearance of a figure and the face growing out of the gray mist in shock.

After a brief period of confusion, the high priest Nim who was responsible for presiding over the ceremony quickly called on the people behind him to retreat.

Woo~woo~

The thick low roar with the meaning of destruction turned into invisible sound waves that continuously swayed outwards, swaying far away, almost covering the scope of a city.

Within this range, whether it was the gray mist, the soil on the ground, or even the silver lightning falling from the sky, the deep and oppressive darkness around them was disintegrating and dissipating little by little.

It lasted about half a minute, and the constantly echoing horn sound finally disappeared.

Renekton stood calmly in mid-air. The ground he originally stepped on had disappeared, leaving only a large hole. In front of him, gray mist continued to surge, and the gap created by invisible sound waves filled up. , the remaining gray space was quickly shrouded in darkness again.

"Isn't it possible?" Renekton shook his right hand holding the lantern a few times and whispered to himself.

The next moment, he raised his left hand high, as if touching the sky above his head. Warm and clear light quickly emerged around him, and began to accumulate in his hand, condensing into a spear that was extremely pure, extremely white, and seemed to be composed of pure sunlight. .

Under the dim light of the lantern, the spear in his hand became extraordinarily white and hot, as if dyed with a layer of brilliant gold.

The spear came out of the hand the moment it took shape, and sank straight into the depths of the gray mist.

The slowly surging gray fog suddenly stirred violently, and in the depths of the gray fog appeared a miniature sun that was so white that it could illuminate the entire city. It bloomed with blazing white heat, as if it could purify everything. Brilliance.

The gray mist continued to surge outwards for a while, and then began to gather inward again, gradually submerging the miniature sun that was extremely white, covering up all the light.

"The seals formed by these gray fogs also inherit some characteristics of those three pathways, and cannot be broken through by violence."

Muttering to himself in a low voice, Renekton put his left hand in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the direction of everyone in Moon City.

As he took steps, his figure flickered a few times, and he easily left the area that had just been destroyed by the "Horn of Destruction".

Less than a kilometer away from the place destroyed by the "Horn of Destruction", the people of Moon City, who had varying degrees of alienation on their bodies, looked ahead nervously and curiously.

It wasn't until the surging gray fog gradually subsided that someone began to whisper, both curious and worried.

Standing at the front is the gray-haired high priest Nim. Next to him, there is a young man carrying an animal skin lantern. His body is abnormally hunched, and there are one or more large lumps from his neck to his cheeks. Or a small protrusion, as if a new limb is growing out of it.

He looked forward with a somewhat uneasy expression, as if he was worried that the mysterious man who attacked Gray Mist just now would suddenly appear in front of them and attack them.

While vigilant, he asked the high priest Nim next to him with some expectation:

"High Priest, that figure that suddenly appeared just now, is he really a human? Or is he a monster somewhere deep in the darkness? Was he attacking this gray mist just now?"

"I don't know either." High Priest Nim sighed softly.

"Are you talking about me?"

A clear voice that sounded very young and spoke a completely different language than theirs suddenly echoed in the ears of everyone in Moon City.

Everyone was instantly alert, and Renekton felt that he could even hear their beating heartbeats.

He paused and planned to continue approaching. He raised the lantern in his hand and said with a friendly smile that he thought showed a little emotion:

"I don't mean any harm, I just saw you guys looking here all the time, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity."

Everyone in Yuecheng seemed to become more nervous after hearing his words. They hesitated and wanted to get closer, but did not dare to take a step forward.