Pastor's Tantra

After saying hello, Junbai left.

Because the following part of the ceremony was not suitable for her to visit nearby. But she also said when she left that this was the most powerful and oldest cardinal in the Theocracy, and Aiwass could completely trust him.

Cardinal Cyril sat in the center of the ritual circle without moving at all.

But he controlled the materialized wind and water, removed all the clothes on Aiwass's body, and stacked them in the corner of the room.

Under his control, the ritual circle in the room changed rapidly. Like a sophisticated and complex machine, the internal gears rotate and drive the system to operate... Those ritual arrays painted with paint are swimming freely on the ground, and about a quarter of them are combined into a new ritual array, inlay. Integrated into the previous old system.

Seeing Aiwas staring intently, Cardinal Cyril laughed loudly: "Want to learn?

"It's a pity that I can't teach you - because this is not a divine art, nor a high-level divine art. It is a mysterious skill taught to me by a friend from Taichu when I was traveling before. It is called "Wind Queen Tantra", and it is The tantra of the three paths of wisdom, transcendence, and adaptability is inherited from Feng Hou, the legendary ritual master of Taichu. Even if you understand the Taichu language, you don't have the appropriate adaptability."

Cardinal Cyril's attitude toward Aivas was very friendly.

Obviously, his Transcendence Path level is also much higher than Aiwass. So much so that I can see that Aiwass has transcended the level of the path, so I know that Aiwass is also a ritualist.

But Aiwass soon realized that Cardinal Cyril's kindness to him was far beyond what a stranger who had met once or twice should be.

"...Is it divination?"

"Part of it."

Cardinal Cyril nodded heartily and said: "I see that you will solve the difficulties faced by the Theocracy; and the other part is because I see that you are obviously a demonologist, but you are not guilty of the sin of heaven - as long as Using a member of your own race as ritual material will lead to this grave sin.

"Not all ritual masters can be like me and learn advanced divine arts before starting to learn rituals. It is precisely because I have learned advanced divine arts that I know the secret of the sin of heaven, so I can bypass this A trap set by Fallen Heavenly Division.

"But you obviously don't know this, and you have been facing crisis and oppression, but at the same time you can go against 'interests' and choose 'morals' and walk on the right path."

Cardinal Cyril praised: "As a transcendent, you must be determined to go against fate at all costs. But in this case, you can still control yourself not to cross the line. This shows that you are a born hero. A saint who surrendered. A morality that has been tested but is as new as ever is better than a morality that has been protected and flawless."

But Aiwass was a little embarrassed instead.

How should I put it... In fact, he also knows the sins of heaven, so he must not be as good as Cardinal Cyril boasts.

But he couldn't explain it, so he could only nod in agreement.

"It may take a long time to complete advanced magic by yourself. But this year's study of advanced magic has not started yet, so I have plenty of time... I will complete your first ceremony for you. .”

Cardinal Cyril said, and the wind flowing in the air gently pressed Aiwass, who had removed his clothes, to the ground.

The black runes that formed the ritual formation swam to Aiwass like living creatures. In a faint sore feeling like an ant's bite, Aiwass himself was assimilated into a part of the formation.

They moved to form characters, spelling out prayers one after another, and were connected to the ring on Aiwass's chest, forming nine long rune chains. Then, inside the ring on Aiwass's chest, Elvish runes began to emerge quickly and were woven into words.

It looks like a black sun or a kaleidoscope split from the center of the chest.

Nine chants echoed in the air at the same time—a whisper composed of the sound of the wind. The wind passes through some of the decorative objects on the wall, making sharp, fuzzy sounds that are reshaped into words.

——During the entire process, Cardinal Cyril did not use any ritual materials.

There is no need to draw formations, no need to chant, no need to wait, no need for materials... To be able to do this must be some kind of golden level path characteristic. Maybe even multiple.

It turns out that there is such a great ritual master hidden in the Theocracy!

He looked as if he would die in the next moment - the traces of tree transformation and amber had spread to his face. His whole body was divided into two parts, but maintained a strange balance. As long as this balance is maintained, he will never die.

Aiwass's eyes gradually became dark.

Suddenly, a rapid ringing of his cell phone woke him up.

That was the Digimon Evolution song of his childhood - he would wake up to this exciting music every day, if he could set an alarm clock.

But usually he doesn't set the alarm clock.

Only today was a special situation, so he set ten alarm clocks that would ring every minute.

If ten alarm clocks didn't wake him up, his roommate would wake him up hard.

…Wait, what alarm clock?

Aiwass opened his eyes suddenly.

In an instant, I felt an absurd sense of strangeness.

The soft bed, the cell phone with the alarm clock ringing next to the pillow. There were no laptop keyboard and mouse plugged in, nor his Bluetooth noise-canceling headphones next to the bed.

I had leftover fried chicken and half-drunk milk tea last night.

He reached out to grab his hair in a daze, but he only touched the short hair that he could barely hold. The slight pain caused his brain to shut down for a moment.

When he was stunned, the evolution song was already over.

And a minute later, the exciting evolution song sounded again.

But Aiwass stared at his phone blankly, and for a moment he forgot how to turn it off.

When the alarm clock rang for the third time, an angry voice suddenly came from outside:

"Ai Shiping, you must be sick! You have to evolve into the ultimate body in one go, right?"

……Who is that?

Aiwass looked outside blankly and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

...Who is Ai Shiping?

At this moment, the alarm clock suddenly began to sound extremely slow and distorted.

Time seemed to slow down and freeze infinitely, and the whole world was dyed with a faint yellow filter. It looks like an old photo.

"——I can't remember, right?"

Another voice slowly sounded.

At this time, the gaming chair next to Aiwass' bed slowly turned back.

At some point, a faceless man in a black suit sat on it.

Where the head should have been, there was only a silver-black sphere shining with iridescent light.

He was crossing his legs, and the fingers of his equally bright and dark hands were interlaced and placed on his knees.

“I say long time no see because we have met before;

“I say first meeting because it was indeed the first time we met;

"I said I have admired your name for a long time... because I have known about your existence for a long time."

It was a low and magnetic voice.

Although he couldn't see the other person's expression, Aiwass felt that the other person seemed to be smiling.

The brain in the dream was so stiff that it was difficult to function, so Aiwass just looked at the other person talking blankly.

...is the Lord of Scales and Feathers.

Aiwass suddenly remembered the identity of the other party.

At this time, the Lord of Scales and Feathers was still speaking slowly: "You come from another world, right... This is your biggest secret.

"You haven't told anyone this secret. Neither Isabel nor Yulia. Because in your memory, this world is just a game... and you are not Aiwass Moria. ty'.

"——But is this really the case?"

The Lord of Scales and Feathers slowly stood up and stepped on the ground.

When His black leather shoes touched the ground, the surrounding dreams suddenly melted and shattered.

The narrow apartment melted into a river of darkness. And underneath him was a huge scale... that was the "Kun Peng" scale.

The distant sky showed an uncanny purple-red cobweb crack.

In every crack, there is a completely different color of sky. Just the sun and moon, there are several moving simultaneously in the sky - at least seven or eight suns and five or six moons.

It's like a TV playing different pictures, and it's like monitoring surveillance at different times.

Each fragment reflects the sky from a completely different time.

"Assassins who hide in the shadows, hunters who adapt to the jungle environment, doctors who can prepare medicines and poisons, astrologers and prophets who can predict the future... What do these professions have in common?"

The Lord of Scales and Feathers turned around and raised his hands high, as if embracing the sky.

He said word for word: "This is one of the nine source rivers in the dream world, the river of [survival].

"It is not shameful for people to make changes in order to survive. The weak need to adapt to the environment, adapt to nature, adapt to the strong, and adapt to their destiny... And if they are strong, they can naturally change the environment, transform nature, manipulate the weak, and reverse their destiny . So I named it the path of adaptation. Adapt yourself, or make others adapt.”

With that said, the Lord of Scales and Feathers turned around.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Aiwass up from the ground.

"Let's talk about you again, Aiwass. I only want to say one thing...

"——Do you still remember the names of your parents in your previous life? Do you still remember the name of your screenwriter roommate?

"Why do you only remember the memory of "The Ring of Ending"? Why are your memories of "The Ring of Ending" vague and intermittent?

"And the most important thing...before today, do you still remember your name in your 'previous life'?"

This last sentence suddenly sounded like thunder in Aiwass's heart.

His pupils suddenly contracted and then dilated.

At that moment, Aiwass reacted.

But before he could answer, the Lord of Scales and Feathers took the initiative to speak:

"You're an outcast, Aiwass.

"You are not Ai Shiping, nor the time traveler... You are not surnamed Ai, nor are you from Earth. You have been a person of this world from the beginning. You are the old self abandoned by Him, the past life cut off by Him Memory. But in a sense, you are more like the original person than him...my old friend.

"You are what they call a 'sacred entity'... and you are indeed a fragment of Tiansi.

"——You are the remains of [reincarnation]."