franphil Chapter 347 The struggle for the crown prince is always like this.
Chapter 347 The struggle for the crown prince is always like this.
Chapter 347 The struggle for the crown prince is always like this.
The Fifth Age.
Shael's consciousness was withdrawn from the remaining divine power at the site of the divine war.
This experience made him realize his own limitations. He had thought that the Hermit Path was already very strong, but now he realized that it paled in comparison to the Hanged Man Path. The Sequence 1 Dark Angel could shepherd 22 souls and release them all to become loyal followers.
Wouldn't the Hanged Man of Sequence 0 have an even more terrifying ability to herd sheep?
Grisha is such a good person.
Anyone from the hometown who embarks on the path of the Hanged Man and becomes a true god of the Hanged Man path will, if not completely monopolize all twenty-two divine paths, at least monopolize one-third. Any excess extraordinary characteristics will be directly released and transformed into followers, ensuring that no one has the opportunity to threaten them.
What a noble character.
Xia'er's sincere admiration made Bernadette look at him suspiciously. "The higher the sequence of the divine war relics, the greater the impact." Huang Beibei wondered if Xia'er was getting old. "He can't even get to the depths yet."
"The residual pollution here has no effect on me."
Xia Er patted Huang Beibei's head and said. His action was very natural. Because Bernadette had been transformed into a young girl by the fairy tale magic "Ugly Duckling", her senses would remain in a demigod state until the fairy tale magic was broken.
The ugly duckling that hasn't grown up yet... is quite cute.
Xia Er snapped her fingers, and several small white flowers sprouted from her hair. He nodded in satisfaction and walked on the golden sea in a certain direction.
Huang Beibei pouted and followed.
Along the way, they didn't see a single monster formed by the twisted remnants of divine power on the seabed. Even the ocean currents seemed to follow Xia'er's wishes. He casually stepped onto a drifting plank and leisurely enjoyed the pleasure of drifting. Huang Beibei was also stepping on a plank, but this outdated way of traveling also brought her a bit of fun.
The Fourth Age.
Some time has passed since the Rebellion of the Hermits.
The hermit did not appear for a long time, as if he were truly dead.
None of those extraordinary traits that have been scattered are present in this world: the hermit, the perfect one, the white tower, the fool's uniqueness, the fault sequence 1... are all like that.
A land of dreams, a city of miracles.
The hermit completed his resurrection. He did not change his fundamental nature. He still took the hermit's path as his foundation and accommodated the perfect one.
During this period, there was much less faith directed towards him, mainly due to a sharp decline in faith in the Northern Continent.
But the hermit didn't care. At his level, not to mention the faith provided by the spirit world creatures, he could artificially conjure up the necessary faith simply by influencing the stories in "The Travels of Grosser". What he wanted to do now was to deal with the characteristics he had.
The hermit removed his black glove and tossed it in front of him. A man whose face was hidden in the shadows caught it and put it on his left hand.
"You are Jacob, who wrestles with God."
Jacob's face was hidden in the shadows. He patted the black glove on his left hand with his right hand, using the power of this magical item formed from the characteristics of the Time Worm to steal the extraordinary power of the magical item itself, thus indirectly receiving a gift.
An illusory clock appeared, and Jacob's figure vanished.
Then there is the uniqueness of the Fool.
This is a disaster!
How come the "Spirit Realm Controller," "Anchor of Fate," "Mysterious Realm," and other powers that correspond to the symbolism of the Celestial Venerable, as well as various abstract powers such as fooling, reorganization, miracles, history, and change, are all on the Fool's Path?
Let's be more cautious this time.
The Hermit planned to find a safer place, and one of his virtual personas, carrying the Fool's uniqueness, arrived at... the Gray Fog Space.
It's absolutely safe here.
And it was very easy to get in.
"No wonder I always felt like I was missing something."
Xia Er grabbed the gathered Celestial Venerable Curtain, and a small vortex appeared in his palm, mysteriously reproducing the Mother Nest's power. A drop of divine blood, like a swallow returning to its nest, seeped out from the Celestial Venerable Curtain.
The drop of Olnia's divine blood was collected by Xia'er; fortunately, the amount was too small to activate the Celestial Venerable's Curtain.
If the quantity were large, he wouldn't have used the gray fog space to test for poison before, and he had never heard of extraordinary properties being able to be activated; he had only heard of unique activation.
Xia'er could sense that after the Fool's Uniqueness arrived in the Gray Fog Space, the Gray Fog Space became slightly more active, but that was all. There was a word called nonsense. The sun, the Hanged Man, and two sets of 3+1 characteristics were soaking in the Chaos Sea, but the Primordial God was not resurrected.
He casually tossed aside the Heavenly Venerable Curtain, grasped the semi-transparent mask in his hand, and walked towards the second level of the gray mist space. The illusory staircase appeared on its own, and he climbed up the steps without any hindrance. The staircase that could block demigods could not block Xia'er in his current state.
On the second level of the gray fog space stands a light gate tinged with a bluish-black hue, composed of countless layers upon layers of light spheres. The core of each light sphere is a Time Worm and a Spirit Worm embracing each other, inscribed with complex and intricate runes.
Thin black lines hung down from the portal, suspending one nearly transparent "cocoon" after another. These "cocoons" swayed gently, each encasing a different soul, which was actually a sleeping prehistoric human.
When the right opportunity arises, a "cocoon" will be created, sending the soul inside to the body of a specific target in the real world. Currently, there are only two empty "cocoons," one belonging to Amanisis and the other to Shael.
"I never imagined that the three of us would meet for the first time in this kind of setting."
Xia Er looked at the two "cocoons" containing Huang Tao and Zhou Mingrui and murmured softly.
"Even the deities who wield the power of history must respect the objective facts of that power, must they?"
When Xia'er arrived here with the Fool's Uniqueness, he used the Fool's Uniqueness's ability to anchor his vision of the future: Huang Tao would be cast in the middle of the Fifth Age, and Zhou Mingrui would be cast two hundred years after Huang Tao's fall.
Others...
Let it scatter with the wind.
With a wave of his hand, the souls belonging to the lost era, encased within those "cocoons," gradually vanished into nothingness, returning to their original fate and being submerged in the gray mist of history.
These ancient peoples who should have died in the catastrophe long before the First Age, even if they are just brought back to life, is it not a small mockery of time, history, and fate?
The fact that humans who died in the First Age reappeared in the Fifth Age is an absolute miracle, a reward from the Lord of Mysteries to his followers. There will be brief periods of chaos in the mists of history, the river of time, and the river of destiny.
Each of these former descendants is beneficial to the Heavenly Venerable.
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