[Complete] Sibyl the Immortal

Prologue

Xi Yang heard the sound of the wind.

She hadn't heard this voice for a long, long time.Since she was sent to this temple in the lake located under the thousand-year-old tomb at the age of ten, she has spent countless years alone here.In the depths of the enchantment that the light cannot penetrate, there is no difference between day and night, and there is no difference between the four seasons. The posture of the flower is frozen at the moment when it is sealed by the barrier.And the breeze that once brushed the side face of the Miko from the Age of Gods was naturally frozen in an eternal moment.

However, at this moment, the only prisoner here heard the sound of the wind blowing through the flowers and leaves.

It was a voice that none of the 290 six-generation prophets who were buried here before her had ever heard—the wind that had never flowed for thousands of years caressed Xi Yang's long hair at this very moment, before the girl hesitated. When she stretched out her hand to catch the wind, it mischievously slipped away from her fingertips.

The wind is calm, but the ripples of the water mirror reflect the swaying flowers.A prophetess of unknown age knelt in front of the water mirror, her face reflected in the flattened water.It still looks ten years old, no different from when it was sent here.The gorgeous sacrificial dress, the pure white hem, and the deep red ancient characters woven into mysterious and beautiful patterns.Her black hair, which was longer than her stature, stretched to the ground, and it was as smooth as fine silk, and a white gauze covered her face.

The [Prophet] of the Xi Family——Xi Yang.

Since ancient times, there have been those who are different from ordinary people walking in the world.Some of them can manipulate wind, fire, thunder and rain, some can push mountains and crush rocks with bare hands, and some can summon legendary monsters and spirits... Some of their talents that are different from ordinary people will be passed down through blood, and the Xi family is One of the families that carried on this lineage.This family has been famous for predicting the future since the age of gods. Since thousands of years ago, the most talented person in the family has been selected to become the "prophet", and sent to the lake temple in the enchantment at the bottom of the tomb. It is the 290th seven generation.

Today, the 290th generation of prophets is witnessing with their eyes miracles that no prophets of all ages have ever witnessed.

—time that had been stagnant for thousands of years began to flow again.

However, Xiyang's expression never wavered.

Yes, she had expected all this.

The prophet has no future, because the so-called future is called the future precisely because it has not yet come.But at the moment she "foresees", the future "happens".The present, when it actually happens, is just the "past" happening as scheduled.

Yes.

It's just a replay of the "past".

Even the sharp knife that pierced the heart suddenly from behind was already foreseen.Even the direction in which the assassin drew his sword and the posture in which she fell were exactly as predicted.

Xiyang already knew that she would die today.

——All of this has long been preordained.

Therefore, she never struggled, never questioned, never lamented.He only watched quietly with those bright red eyes, watching the assassin leave, watching his own blood gradually stain the water mirror red, watching the water drops falling from above.

Flowing winds, falling water, swaying flowers... time is starting to turn again here, which can only mean one thing.

——The barrier has collapsed.

Amidst the slight broken sound, the pitch-black lake water fell, like a black rain falling for no reason in this temple.

In the hallucination of severe pain and suffocation, Xiyang stretched out his hand upward in a daze.

Want to catch the wind?Or do you want to touch the unreachable sky?Or is it just a meaningless subconscious action?

But in any case, she only received cold drops of water.

...It's so cold.

she thinks.

Then, when the lake water that submerged everything fell head-on, Xiyang closed his eyes.

Darkness comes.