FOX in the crystal muttered to himself: "The second technical route."

Luo Fen waited silently for a moment before asking again: "Did you see the performance of the fairy dragon knight in the tree sea space, teacher?"

FOX came back to his senses and replied: "Of course, that's actually the original concept of the Silver Tower. It's a pity that the seven dragon souls only exist in the tower. I heard that only the seven dragon souls have existed outside the tower for a short time, and the third dragon soul that is closest to success has never even been born."

"Why is Dragon Soul No. 3, not No. 1?"

"The seven dragon souls are in reverse order, the seventh dragon soul is the first to be designed, and the serial number before the third dragon soul is actually just an empty serial number."

The boy nodded silently. "Remember to be cautious in the interview." FOX finally reminded him.

The light on the crystal dimmed, and Rofen then raised his head. He had neither expected nor disgusted with the upcoming interview, or rather a little numb. For guilds like the "Grey Field" and for FOX students, it was not just a routine.

But what surprised him was that the expected "rain of bullets" had not arrived, and the crowd looked in this direction as if they were possessed. Even the reporters who were about to rush forward stopped halfway.

Everyone looked at the tower.

"So he is the second person to arrive."

"But why did the Red Door record disappear after that...?"

Luo Fen's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously turned around.

...

In the tower space, time seems to be a meaningless product.

Fang Yu had long forgotten the purpose of coming here and the game itself. He only followed those problems step by step, failing again and again, but the end of the failure led to an open door.

He pushed open doors after door, stopped again and again, and repeatedly recalled Tata's story to him. The answer to the puzzle he did not personally get the revelation, but at least he was inspired by it.

He figured out the form of that technique little by little and pushed it out with this door and door. He was standing on the shoulders of his predecessors, but it was hard to say that the technique did not come from his own ideas. It was actually a rare experience for a young alchemist like him.

Few people have the opportunity to explore their own theories at this stage. They either do not have this opportunity or have the ability.

Fang Yu has the ability, and the puzzle hiding in Tata also provides him with that opportunity. The puzzle itself is sometimes a clue, it just lacks a hint, and now the tower has given that hint.

Then the rest is just to find the answer by himself.

Of course that process is not easy.

He didn't know how many times he had failed during this period, and how many times he had happened again and again. Crystals appeared in his hands and shattered, and the problems lit up again and again, but for a moment, he found that spark of inspiration from the darkness.

He raised his head.

The last blue door in front opened in his sight - he felt a little bit accomplished, but in fact, the process of completing that technique was the most addictive.

Finding the ultimate success from failure is the satisfaction that overwhelms everything, and it is also one of the driving forces for the alchemists to move forward.

Of course he understood that the answer he found might not necessarily be correct, and some of it was indeed different from Miss Tata's description, but at least here, in the tower, was enough to get him the answer.

Behind the blue door were the last nine green doors.

Every problem after the Green Gate was to further improve the crystal in his hand, so that the crystal would eventually become extremely dazzling, just like the star dagger he had taken in Miya's hand.

That's the answer.

Fang Yu gently put down the crystal in his hand, and the last green door opened in front of him, and the color behind the door finally changed. He was slightly stunned at first, and then realized that he had reached the finish line.

That was a red door.

It is also the last door of the Winter Solstice Tower.

The Thousand Gate Hall is known to have Thousand Gate, but in fact it is not always the case. There are more than a thousand paths in the Summer Tower, but among the Winter Solstice Tower, there are actually only four red gates that people know about.

In history, many people have arrived at this place, and as far as he knows, there are King of Gray FOX and Ms. Ming.

But it is said that there is only one person who has truly pushed open this door in history known to mortals. As for the identity of the alchemist, the identity of the alchemist has become a mystery. People only know that after the other party pushed open the fourth door, it is nothing more than that.

Over the past thousand years, no one has ever truly passed the test of the Tower of the Winter Solstice.

But now, behind the last door of this ancient tower, a second visitor has finally arrived.

Fang Yu gently placed his hand on the door handle, took a breath, and then turned it open. The door opened, but the scene inside made him slightly stunned. Fortunately, he had experience before, so he resisted the urge to go back to look at the door.

Friston stood behind the door - yes, the president he had met before. Behind the other party was a vast starry sky, and in the center of the sky was the green star. His virtual image was sitting dejectedly among the wreckage of the night furnace, and looked up at Fang Zhu:

"You're here, young man."

This title?

Fang Yu was slightly stunned, "Are you..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Is this?" A glimmer of clarity flashed in Friston's eyes, "I understand, you have seen 'him'."

"he?"

Fang Zhu was confused when he heard it.

"I believe you understand who I am talking about. That guy is just a poor man doing some futile work," Friston shook his head with a wry smile. "Isn't it that I myself, I used to think I'm close to success, but I didn't expect that I was wrong-"

He raised his head and stared at the Green Star, "But, Helinwell and Gerdham are not necessarily right. We have all failed, and everyone has stopped here. Do you see this magnificent starry sky? That is the end of our world."

Fang Zhu also looked at the starry sky.

He still didn't react. What happened? But at least he understood who the Friston in front of him was, and that was the Friston in history - one of the three geniuses.

But the other party looked exactly the same as the craftsman?

What's going on? Is it myself or a future generation?

Even for future generations, is it a bit too coincidental to look so similar?

This thought turned into his mind, which diluted other thoughts.

Friston looked at him with a smile, "Do you feel very confused? Simply put, my plan is a complete failure. The road of the Soul School is over. Gerdham predicted my failure, just as I predicted his failure."

He spread his hands, "We have indeed crossed that dangerous boundary. The only thing that is fortunate is that everything ends in the assumption. The soul we extracted turned out to be the same as the Shadowman. We defeated the enemy, but lost to ourselves."

He looked at the dazzling and charming starry sky again, but after the stars were extinguished, everything was left with empty darkness. "What did we get in the end after burning out our world? But if we don't take this step, the final result will be no different."

"It's all destined, young man," Friston said lightly, "but you still have time. Why not sit down with me and talk about the future of alchemy. I don't know that you came from that era, and maybe the outside world is on the verge of collapse or has been destroyed. Are you here to find the answer, but the answer is that there is no answer."

"Talk with me, before the world is destroyed," Friston said, "look at the starry sky, it is disappearing."

Fang Zhu looked at the phantom in the sky. It was the shadow man's floating ship, an endless army of components.

In comparison, what he has seen in the tree sea space is just a wave on the sea.

And here is the real endless void.

"So," he asked, "the tower was designed to meet that end, but no one has passed this test for thousands of years."

Fang Ling asked: "Mr. Friston, you are the only person who has pushed open this door for seven centuries, and you stopped here. I guess after that you gave up on the Soul School, or gave up on another path to the Soul School."

"I saw a route of the Soul School disappearing from the crowd and disappearing into the long river of history," he said, "but in fact, someone later picked it up and established an organization called the Silver Tower."

"They went on that route later," he told the story, "it was not a success, but it also achieved some results, and then something happened, and those things left us a puzzle."

"But from that puzzle, we got the answer."

Friston looked at him with some surprise.

The other party said that it was about the history he had left the tower, and he had no memories, but from the soul given by the tower, he could also infer why the story told by Fang Yushu began.

It has something to do with him after all.

And he has those memories of the past.

"Who is it?" he asked.

“It was Gerdham and Helinwell,” replied Fang, “they picked up your research and opened up another path that was later merged with the second technology route and opened up a new world today.”

"The Fairy Dragon Knight," Friston chuckled, "It's true, but that's impossible."

Fang Yu shook his head and raised his hand.

A huge phantom appeared behind him. It was a giant ship, like a starry sky, forming its shape. It was the path that the alchemists finally looked for with the support of infinite computing power.

And the final end.

That, the end that Gerdham had brought him to.

Friston suddenly stood up and looked at the scene with some shock, "This, this is... this is impossible!"

"But this is possible, Mr. President," Fang said to him seriously, as he walked forward and passed the genius from seven hundred years ago.

The boy looked at the stars, stared at the enemy in the sky, and said softly, "Please look, Mr. President, with the support of infinite computing power, what level can mortal alchemy do--"

Countless Siren's constellations appeared around him like stars.

He has found that answer.

But the process is still lacking.

Friston was on the side and did not refute the title he mentioned.
Chapter completed!