The square pluck stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the vast shadow of the sea of ​​trees below, like dark green shadows extending to the horizon.

He watched the forest extend at his feet, walking toward the side of the ship, and retreating. This was not the first time he had been here, but he felt equally spectacular about this sea of ​​trees every time.

The shadow of the tower can be seen in the distance, standing alone between the sea of ​​trees, next to it is Selva, the imperial stronghold of the empire in the sea of ​​trees. The spire of the Knowledge Church in the town stands opposite the tower.

The Winter Solstice Tower is very different from the one on the shore of Nevad Lake. It was built earlier than that. Those who built these spires became a mystery, and may be elves.

It may also be the earlier secret scholars.

In short, it silently guards here, after thousands of years, and its surface is covered with marks left by history.

The tower has probably witnessed the youth of the empire. The architectural style is full of rough and majestic beauty from that era. The wind and rain have made marks on it and smoothed the edges and corners of the stone bricks.

When I passed by Selva's airship tower, then got down from the tower, passed through the quiet and deserted woods, and saw the tower again from the ground, I had a different feeling.

Many centuries ago, tower builders built this tall tower with stones. The towering giant tower was square, and there was no hole or window on the tower, only a closed and quiet huge arch.

The door was fifteen feet high and stood before everyone.

The young people participating in the competition had their heads and ears on their heads, and there were not many or fewer people arriving here, a total of fifty people.

Luo Wei and the others were beside him. Fang Zhu also saw Vikki and Zheng Yongzai beside her. The two greeted him. The girl's attitude was not too good, but at least she did not get worse.

The Society of Craftsmen—or the people who the Empire calls the Society of Alchemists—preached before, the second part of the Trial is not so much a challenge but rather an encounter.

It is a reward for a series of difficult and dangerous challenges they have experienced before.

In essence, it is similar to the younger generation of alchemists going to the Summer Tower in Kaurin-Ishurien, but there are various recommendations and qualifications there.

Or it has been recognized by the tower owner.

But here, what the young alchemists get from the tower depends only on how far they can go in the tower.

Or how many doors were opened in the Thousand Gate Hall, it finally determined how many of these fifty people could go to Aiyin Bullock's blooming inner courtyard.

The holy land, the hall of the Holy Kings, is the eyes of the alchemists.

To be precise, half of the fifty people, plus five, a total of thirty people can win this honor.

Young alchemists prove their own level with everything they have learned. If two of them go as far as they are, their qualifications will only depend on their succession.

Therefore, before the contestants arrived here, the leaders repeatedly told them to pay attention to time factors in all activities in the tower.

But the Soul Fingerprint didn't tell too much about this. After all, if anyone who won the first place in the first trial could not go to the Hall of the Holy Kings, it would instead make people doubt the authenticity of the second trial.

She couldn't think of the possibility of that kind of scene, and only conveyed Ming's words:

‘The opportunity for the Twin Towers trial is not available to everyone. You can push open the doors you are interested in and go far enough.’

‘I heard you broke the record in the Xiajin Tower, but that guy Anluother kept his mouth tightly on you. If possible, I hope you broke a record here for me to see.’

As for the record he broke, Fang Yu was not embarrassed to mention it, and Mr. An Luoser did not mention it for the same reason.

If he remembered correctly, he had reached the end.

Fang Zhu looked at the magnificent door silently. The patterns on the door came from a very ancient time. It is said that those were actually left by tower builders.

He actually knew those patterns, which were related to the oath-keeping clan.

"The Silver Helmet Guard is the Holy Guard of the Magic Emperor. In that war about the past, the Silver Helmets were the backbone of the mortal power. They experienced many heroic wars. The remaining people are still the most trusted guards of the Empire. They keep all the secrets about the Empire."

In the silver space of the tower, Faref was coming to him that story about history:

"The light leader is the knight of the Luoya elves. They fought side by side with the first generation of elves, Kuvinlaal, and once galloped on the battlefield. Now they are guarding the Holy White Tree Woodland. They have long stopped asking about anything other than white branches and shadows."

"And among all, only those who keep the oath can best adhere to the boundary between darkness and light."

For some reason, Fang Yu thought of Ms. Misu.

He had seen the breathtaking darkness at the Traveler's Rest, and the dragon's wings and golden flame rings wandered in his mind like shadows.

The story of the taciturn hotel owner, Mazak and his old servants, and the oath-keeping clan.

But the oath keeper in the sandy sea of ​​Istani is just one of the mysterious tribes scattered on the continents.

He asked Princess Rupert, and His Highness said she had probably heard of those people in the past, but they were always quite mysterious in the sea of ​​sand and never had much contact with the outside world.

But the oath keeper has actually been to many places.

As early as when they took the dragon-slaying sword from the fairies and made a vow with blood, they quietly spread out in this world.

They just hide in most corners of the world and stick to their own oaths.

"So what is the power of darkness? The oath guardian tribe drank dragon blood, but in the end he had to accept the fate of becoming a monster," he asked at that time, "but alchemy also comes from the greenery. There are different properties of using the same power. How do we define the properties?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The power of darkness comes from many similar worlds, and those worlds all broke out in a huge disaster," Farref replied, "When the starlight fades, that world becomes an empty shell with only existence, a world-wide 'corpse'."

"And just as the dead will long for life," the old man's old face wrote those memories of the past, recalling the knowledge he had learned, "those dead worlds will instinctively be attracted by the still shining starlight, it will approach our world, and when the two worlds are too close, disaster will come."

In the dream that the dragon queen Alessa showed him, Fang Zhu saw a corner of the dying world.

"Will Aitalia become like that," he asked, "can the world without the starlight be 'resurrect' again?"

"Have you ever been to the empire's grey land," asked Fariff, "bet south of Luthen, there was a great war, where magic left scars on the land, and the dead turned into dead under the power of twist. Those spiritless things wandered on that land, coveting the living in the past, but occasionally they met an unfortunate person, but after eating flesh and blood, would they become living again?"

Faref shook his head, "The extinguished starlight cannot be ignited again, and the dead world cannot be filled with vitality again, just as the dead will not be resurrected from the dead."

"So the shadow people killed their own world with a sword," Fang Yu murmured, "their world died with it, along with everything in the world, even themselves."

"That world has become the dead," he asked in a low voice, "About that world... all that world has become the source of darkness."

It was like a plague, or a black hole. There was no place where starlight shines in the void, and it was endlessly longing for those worlds where starlight shines.

This is an irreversible process, and once anyone touches the sword, he will become part of the sword.

Starlight will become the source of its nutrients, and those people will also become part of the darkness.

Fang Ling suddenly thought of the taboo alchemy that Xingmen Port was chasing. Those stone slabs that originated from the sea of ​​abyss did not only record knowledge.

Danger is also recorded.

But it was the first time he learned that there was more than one world like that, but many.

Therefore, the Star of Disaster is coming again and again. Behind the lush green is a collection of many similar unfortunate worlds. The secret scholars, the people who keep the oath have been doing their best to protect their world.

Let Aitalia not repeat such a mistake.

Those cold and silent worlds seemed to him like cold tombstones, with the inscriptions engraved with the epitaph of a world.

The epitaph is a mockery from fate, like a ghost, holding a long chain in his hand, and the other end of the chain is tied to those who have made it all.

Fang Yu couldn't help but think of those Dragon worshipers.

The same ignorance and the same numbness turn themselves into slaves of fate.

And that chain is their desire for eternal life, but eternal life is sometimes not a blessing, and it may be the endless curse given to them by the god of death.

Just like everything the shadow man is experiencing.

Fang Rong was a little worried. Is everything from the past reappearing now? Is there a conspiracy hidden behind the fire in Elpaxin?

Will this world after the Star Gate become like that?

He asked, "Since that's the case, aren't the imperial people re-walking the path of shadow people now?"

"No," Faref shook his head, "all this starts with the great prophecy. Have you heard of the great prophecy?"

Fang Zhu shook his head.

"It's not surprising that you don't know, after all, it was centuries ago," replied Farref. "Those strange rumors are now only circulating among the nobles, and few people have already mentioned them."

He continued, "That was about seven hundred years ago, and before that war in Luthen south occurred, astrology gathered there for a divination about the future of Aitalia."

"The divination predicted many things, about the division and reconstruction of the empire, about the birth of the northern empire, and the establishment of the seven magician families."

"Even regarding the Second World and the Seven Obelisks, they are actually the result of that prophecy. That great prophecy even predicted the disaster of the Dragon Witch that happened centuries later in Kaurin-Ishurien."

"But the most important result of prophecy is the demise of the world, disaster comes back, and the deceased enemy returns again."

Faref said in a chanting tone:

"Zhanqing's comet is in the sky, and its long tail of light is reflected on the sea of ​​ether. The first disaster is the flame that overturns everything, and the entire Aitalia will be transformed into ashes in the sea of ​​fire."

"That's the whole picture of prophecy."

The old man walked towards the towering crystal, "Seven centuries have passed, and the great prophecies have been verified one by one. From many years ago, the empire began to prepare for the disaster that destroyed the world."

He turned around and looked at Fang Zhu, his silver-gray eyes flashed with an indescribable light, "In fact, it is not just the imperial people, but the Kaolin people are the same. Do you still remember exploring the times? In the craze for going to the second world, there are shadows of royal families and nobles behind them..."

"But the conveners were also involved," Fang Yu seemed a little confused, "but why do we know nothing about this?"

"It's normal, you're in a different position," Faref shook his head. "As you said, your government and your alliance have put a lot of effort into it, right?"

He pointed out another point, "Remember the seven minarets, I believe you have heard of them. The days have been circulating, and I heard that there was a great war in the northern border of Ishurian, and the war between you and the Imperial people."

Fang Zhu suddenly realized.

He has not only heard of the legends about the seven octaves, but also seen them personally.

It is just that ordinary artificial superficial phenomena attracted attention, and rumors spread in Gula, and were widely circulated in the wilderness of Sanshak and even Rotao.

It seems to be produced out of thin air. Doesn’t this just mean that someone behind it has promoted all this?

He thought now that his encounter with Miss Aitela and the others, the real starting point of his adventure, seemed to be derived from this fable.

Fang Yu was silent for a moment and couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"Everything that the Empire is doing now is just preparation for prophecy," said Fariff. "The Empire is not repeating the same mistakes, but re-examining everything the elves have given us."
To be continued...