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Facing the elder's praise, Cheng Han simply nodded politely: "You flatter me."

"Crack!"

Another burst echoed from within the fireplace.

The fiery red light cast upon Cheng Han's face.

The two withered eye sockets reflected the red light, as if two balls of fire were burning.

Such a sight.

Was quite eerie.

The elder and the two attendants, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but swallow hard.

Cheng Han smiled slightly: "Please, everyone, have a seat!"

The elder walked to the fireplace and gently sat on a chair.

The two strong men stood obediently behind him.

Originally, they had come to see the outwardly blind man with a condescending attitude.

But with a few words, the other party had firmly seized the initiative.

The elder habitually placed his cane across his knees and said in a deep voice: "Outward Sage, I heard that you foresaw a great drought coming."

Cheng Han nodded: "Yes!"

His face turned towards the direction of the river, and he said in a shamanistic tone: "I have listened to the river's whispers, and it will completely dry up in five months."

The two strong men were skeptical.

Since they could remember, the river outside the village had never dried up, let alone lacked water.

For generations before them, no one had ever seen the river dry up.

The blind man kept saying "five months," which made it hard for them to believe.

The elder was experienced and sophisticated, and did not reveal any unusual expression, but said softly: "The Ancestral Spirit did give an indication, predicting a drought, but did not say that the drought would be so severe."

The implication of these words was that the Ancestral Spirit's message differed from his, and he was wrong!

Cheng Han said to himself: "I recently went to another village, and their 'Moss Honey' production has been greatly reduced by forty percent."

The so-called "Moss Honey" is a kind of shrub in this world, the Moss Honey tree, which secretes resin.

This substance has a high sugar content, a very obvious sweetness, and is very popular.

The elder's face changed slightly, and he clenched his cane tightly with both hands, but there was no change on his old face.

He was knowledgeable and naturally knew that the Moss Honey tree was a rather magical plant.

When a crisis is about to occur, the Moss Honey tree will sense it, and some of the Moss Honey will be absorbed, causing a reduction in Moss Honey production.

Usually, this kind of production fluctuation will not be too large, and Moss Honey will be reduced by at most 20%.

A reduction of up to 40% is indeed very rare.

The elder pondered for a moment and replied calmly: "Perhaps it is a rare disease."

Cheng Han said again: "I have also been to another village, where the villagers have been having nightmares frequently at night recently."

His tone changed: "The content of the dreams is similar, they are walking on dry land, the ground is barren, and cracks are appearing."

The elder's hand holding the wooden staff became even stronger.

The faces of the two strong men were also not good.

Cheng Han sighed: "I have been to many villages, and the Ancestral Spirits there have sent out various warnings, without exception.

"This large-scale abnormal phenomenon has never happened before, I am afraid that this disaster will be beyond our imagination."

His tone revealed a compassionate meaning: "Perhaps in the near future, countless people will die."

The two strong men were moved.

In their minds, they naturally sketched out an image of "this blind man discovering the disaster and running around trying to solve the problem."

Although Cheng Han had not said this, the strong men were influenced by suggestive language and involuntarily had this idea.

The elder lowered his eyelids, and a strange look appeared on his old face for the first time.

Cheng Han stopped talking.

The wooden house suddenly became quiet.

Only the sound of "crackling" wood bursting constantly came from the fireplace.

After ten seconds.

The elder straightened his back and asked solemnly: "What is your name?"

Cheng Han moved his lips and uttered a word: "Call me 'Blind Eye'."

The elder hesitated for a moment and tentatively asked: "Mr. Blind Eye, you seem to have traveled to many places?"

This was a euphemistic question.

What the elder really wanted to ask was why he was running around.

Cheng Han immediately sensed a feeling of "being watched," and it was even stronger than yesterday.

He knew that this was the power of the Ancestral Spirit summoned by the elder.

He also knew that the Ancestral Spirit possessed a very peculiar ability - it could identify lies.

It is worth mentioning that this ability is even related to the laws of the world.

To put it more bluntly, unless one has mastered the power of the laws, it is impossible to hide from the Ancestral Spirit.

But Cheng Han could.

He had mastered more than one string of laws, and his power level was higher than that of the Ancestral Spirit, so even if he lied to the Ancestral Spirit's face, the elder would not notice anything unusual.

At this moment.

Cheng Han slightly raised his face, posing as if "reminiscing about the past," and his tone became low: "I once had a very bizarre dream."

The word "dream" had just been spoken.

The flames in the fireplace suddenly soared.

The elder was stunned by what he saw.

The two strong men looked at each other again, both with surprised faces.

The one on the left muttered in a low voice: "Ancestor Spirit Protector."

The so-called "Ancestor Spirit Protector" refers to a person who can borrow the power of the Ancestor Spirit.

In any village, Ancestor Spirit Protectors are rare people and absolute superiors.

Cheng Han continued: "In the dream, I dreamed of a vast and boundless world, its name is 'Celestial Star Sea'."

Along with his words.

A little bit of red light flew out from the fireplace and transformed into an image.

The content of which was exactly the scene of the Celestial Star Sea.

"There are many very powerful beings in the Celestial Star Sea, they are called Celestials, the most powerful of which are called Eternal Celestials.

"Each Eternal Celestial possesses the terrifying power to destroy a world…"

The elder remained calm.

The two strong men were skeptical.

Destroy a world?

Too fake!

It's no wonder they didn't believe it, after all, this was just a remote village in a small world, and the Eternal Celestial was beyond their imagination.

Cheng Han did not explain much, but narrated slowly: "One day, the Celestial Star Sea suddenly encountered a terrible disaster."

The flame image changed.

A series of real changes, including the "devouring of the Celestial Star Realm" and the "disintegration of the Celestial Star Sea into countless fragments" were quickly displayed.

The more the two strong men watched, the more suspicious they became.

The eyes of one of them even revealed a hint of sarcasm, and he regarded it as a fabricated story.

The elder's face remained unchanged, but he listened attentively.

Cheng Han paused and said the key point: "Just half a year ago, a stone fell from the sky and landed near where I lived."

The elder breathed out and interjected appropriately: "Mr. Blind Eye, is it a stone from the Celestial Star Sea?"

Cheng Han smiled slightly: "Perhaps."

He waved his right hand lightly, and a black stone appeared out of thin air on the surface of the simple wooden table next to him.

Cheng Han made a gesture and smiled: "You can touch it."

The elder sat still.

The strong man who had just revealed a sarcastic look walked over quickly, carefully stretched out a hand, and touched the stone.

In that instant.

A thunderclap suddenly sounded in this guy's head.

"Boom!"

The next moment.

The strong man's eyeballs almost popped out, and he exclaimed directly: "Ancestor Spirit is above!"