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At this moment.

The first sentence that constitutes the expression of "disenchantment ritual" has attracted Fanning's complete attention.

This is the third time he has seen or heard the expression "noon".

And it is in three different contexts.

"Focus, let's float up a little bit."

Viadrin shouted with a breath.

Fanning had to continue to gather his mind.

A little confused, he would slowly guess and digest it after returning to the waking world.

As the floating height gradually increased, the burning smoke around became thicker and thicker, and the cracks marking the boundaries became thicker and denser, just like gradually extending from the capillaries to the heart and lung arteries.

And in the pale distance, Fanning vaguely saw a whole circle of dilapidated, towering, faintly crimson, and dangerous buildings.

Ruins?

Circular ruins?

Isn't this what Joan described before, what she saw in a flash of thought under the influence of the "X coordinate"?

The wreckage of the "incinerator" acts as a huge "signal radar", continuously burning abnormal mysterious factors into floating light, smell, and shape. Even unknown things like "X coordinates" can be observed?

After rising to this height, some faint whispers began to sound in Fanning's ears.

He even heard the voices of "old acquaintances" He Meng and Gang asking for help.

Very likely.

It should be.

The source of the strange nitrate disc "Silence!" recorded by Boulez, Leon and others was observed in this area.

More and more group whispers sounded in his ears, and Fanning covered his head because of discomfort.

"Wait, why do I seem to hear my father's voice?"

A familiar and vague voice fragment mixed in it made him suddenly scream again.

Could it be that Vincent is indeed not dead?

But like He Meng and Gang, he is indeed trapped in an incomprehensible place and is sending out a distress signal?

"It is possible to hear any sound, see any scene, and smell any smell in the wreckage of the 'incinerator'. Moreover, it is not certain whether it reflects the present, the past, or the future."

Viadlin's expression was still calm, as if this area was not the ultimate purpose of his invitation to Fanning.

"We are almost there. Float up for another four or five breaths, and then prepare to slow down."

The smoke and light that make up the "circular ruins" have been thrown to Fanning's feet.

Viadlin suddenly threw the "watering can" in his hand into the sky with force! ——

It gradually moved away from the field of vision and gradually turned into a small dot.

"Hua La——"

A crisp cracking sound.

The lymph fluid of the shell species inside was all scattered, burning the sky in the entire field of vision with dense holes.

The violent light poured down.

It was weakened by the "main structural layer" from top to bottom and blocked by branches, so the intensity of the lighting was relieved, allowing him to open his eyes and see clearly.

"Hmm? Observe the mystery of the climbing path structure again?" Fanning looked up at the sky following the sound.

His expression became more and more puzzled, and then he shook his head suddenly.

"No? No!!"

"What is this?"

"Why are there so many messy things?"

Huita has seven doors and seven climbing paths. Except for the "Dome Door", there is only one door, a total of forty-three doors.

It has boundaries and height differences. The direction other than that is unknown. Those who know it cannot draw a map for it, but Fanning has many impressions of its mood, light, shadow or smell.

And floating in the current position to observe the sky. In addition to those radiant branches and fascinating door nodes, there are many, many, many other paths, things like caves!

At a glance, there are probably one or two hundred! !

"How could there be these things in the Hui Tower?"

"This is different from the growths and ulcers on the climbing path itself."

Fanning remembered that those growth structures, at least those attached to the normal structures, were twisted and dangerous spiritual knowledge, and still shone with strange and beautiful light.

But these unfamiliar roads and doors were dark in color, rusty in texture, and covered with a lot of dust.

As if they were abandoned?

"A door abandoned in the Hui Tower?"

Deep in the broken gallery, Roy's spirit followed his father and floated in from the broken part in the middle of a picture frame.

She looked at the steps in front of her and the door above. The material was like rotten bones, insect chitin, or brittle fish scales. In short, it was completely different from any texture in the real world, making it impossible to judge. Its texture and design were also like this. There was no reference to the corresponding style in people's existing cognition. For example, the width and height of each step of the steps were uneven, and the overall look made people feel extremely ugly.

The space behind the door was deep and fascinating, and a certain fear and dizziness were pouring out from the inside out uncontrollably.

People's fear of completely unknown ancient things.

Marquis McAdam laughed a little absurdly at this time: "After the school consultant lost contact, I wandered around in the 'Glow Garden', the dividing line between the upper and lower triple doors, and combined with the secret documents I read in the 'Corridor of Sighs', I did a lot of searching, but I found nothing, but I found some strange and incomprehensible things."

"What I can tell you is that I found more and more abandoned doors like this in Huita, and I'm afraid there are more than a hundred of them!!"

"My inner doubts are the same as your expression now. Where did these doors come from? Which level of height are they?"

"Which phase of the climbing path are they?"

"Is the mystical knowledge system that countless ancient scholars have explored with their lives to explain this world still effective?"

Roy pointed to the high place in front of him with a trembling hand: "Dad, you passed through such an abandoned door?"

"Yes, and then you were promoted to the Order."

"There is no ritual that requires the help of apostles?"

"It doesn't require the power of secret history like the known paths."

"How did you dare to take risks with these abandoned doors of unknown origin? Did you pick one at random?"

"I used the divination of "disaster" and chose a door with a lower risk factor, relatively low."

"What is behind the door?"

"I don't remember it very well."

McAdam paced back and forth on the first step in front of the door.

"Perhaps, there are abandoned passages leading to higher places, various strange reliefs and large-scale ruins, chaotic truths that are still within or even acceptable range, and an abandoned door at a higher place."

"I admit that I am a bit of a blocker. Under the increasingly dangerous control pressure of the authorities, I did not choose the Santaranburg subway incident that year. I backed down on the "disaster" wreckage. Now the consultant has lost contact. As soon as the Harvest Art Festival is over, the discussion group roundtable meeting will be held immediately. I don't want to be a conservative helmsman anymore. Fortunately, the situation is not bad."

"This abandoned door is probably the fourth level. The truth in it is very strange, chaotic, and nothingness. I have not been able to grasp any meaningful information, and I have not comprehended any new secrets of riding."

"But part of my spirituality has indeed been replaced by divinity. It is true that the level of life has been raised, and my strength has indeed been qualitatively improved!"