If the observatory and the superstar room are the eyes of the White Tower.
Then, the Prophecy Hall is the heart of the White Tower.
This is the space closest to destiny, and the entire hall is made of stones of destiny.
As long as you are in it, people with a little talent for prophecy can see the strings of fate and play the symphony of fate.
The prophecy of the source, which is related to the fate of the entire kingdom, is naturally carried out in this hall.
The body of Anosadag, the ancient god of destiny, is placed on the altar in the center of the hall.
Nineteen pieces in total, including most of the ancient god of destiny’s torso, half of his head, half of his hands and one leg.
The Ancient God of Destiny dismembered himself piece by piece in his divine tower and on his altar of destiny, and used the power of God to make materials from his own corpse.
This is the top destiny material.
There is no material that can stand side by side with it, and it is also the last remaining part of this world.
Others have been used.
The ceremony of the Prophecy of the Source, including the preparation time before the ceremony, has already taken half a year.
Trorian has made great efforts for its success.
In order to fulfill this prophecy, the White Tower used all its power.
Meredith, the Lord of the White Tower, put aside all matters and took charge of it personally.
Now, it is finally finished.
Purple light covered the dome, changing bubbles loomed in the air, and the power of the river of destiny ran through the entire hall.
All the prophets, tower observers, and astrologers all retreated outside the hall.
Including the great prophet Ietta.
Meredith, the Lord of the White Tower, was the only one left in the entire hall.
He was covered in thousands of brilliance, carrying invisible strings, and walked step by step towards the center of the hall.
Everyone looked at him nervously, and many people knelt down and prayed devoutly.
The prophecy of the source has reached the final step, and the aura of prophecy is gathering in the center of the hall.
The substantive light showed that the scale of this prophecy was unprecedented.
It even exceeded the limits imagined by most people present.
Yes.
At first, no one could imagine that the prophecy of the source could reach this level.
Its beginning was just an accident.
During a routine prophecy, Meredith suddenly triggered her intuition and saw the shadow of the future.
The fleeting image shocked him. In order to pursue its truth, Meredith resolutely activated the Prophecy of the Source.
Initially, they used the fragmentary materials in the Book of Destiny as the core material of the prophecy, but the prophecy soon failed.
After many studies, Meredith determined that the future he predicted was too huge, involved too many causes and effects, and the strength of the fate materials was far from enough, which led to the failure of the prediction.
It is also because of this that the Royal City has a trip to Sagus City.
Ancient evil thoughts were mixed into it, and efforts were made to stop them, which also proved the importance of this prophecy from the side.
When the expedition team got back the only remaining materials from the wreckage of destiny, this prophecy that surpassed all others could finally begin.
The remains of the God of Destiny withstood the backlash of the great prophecy and satisfied the terrifying needs of the ritual operation.
After more than a month of hard work by Baita, they finally reached the final step.
The ritual's demand for the power of destiny has also reached an unimaginable height.
Everyone is staring at the center of the hall, hoping that the destiny material can withstand the final pressure and complete the prophecy.
Every time Meredith takes a step closer, the aura of destiny flashes, the brilliance on his body dims, and the material of destiny disappears.
Everyone's heart beats accordingly.
Some prophets couldn't bear such strong pressure and fainted.
But no one paid attention to them, no one even looked at them.
Even the always calm great prophet Iyeta was covered in cold sweat and stared at his teacher without daring to blink.
"It must succeed."
He said silently in his heart.
"If it fails, there will no longer be such powerful materials, and such a prophecy of the source will never appear again."
Such an unprecedented power of destiny shocked his nerves. Ietta watched the teacher walk towards the central altar. The aura of destiny gradually fell from the altar and slowly gathered into a circle.
Now, there is only one gap left in the circle.
"Hurry, teacher!"
Iyetta urged anxiously in her heart.
"This is the last step."
Everyone's heart is in their throats.
The pressure in the hall was astonishingly high, and Meredith has yet to take this step.
"What are you waiting for, teacher?"
Iyeta's eyes almost popped out, and his palms were full of water.
Suddenly, he found a shadow in the altar.
"What is this? Why is there a corrupt power here?"
At this moment, Iyeta felt that his heart fell into an ice cave.
However, the next moment, a warm firelight illuminated everyone.
A burning figure fell among them.
This was a human figure made of golden flames, and Ietta recognized it at a glance.
The incarnation of the king!
Its arrival is equivalent to the arrival of the king.
"King?"
Iyeta exclaimed.
"Why are you here?"
Wang smiled faintly: "How can I not come to such an important ceremony as the prophecy of the source?"
The golden firelight illuminated the entire prophecy hall, and the trace of black disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph, a rat in the gutter, still dreaming about the prophecy of the source of interference?"
Iyetta was shocked: "What is that?"
"The corrupting power of ancient evil thoughts. They once masterminded the overthrow of the Starry Kingdom, and now they want to do it again."
"What?" Iyetta's whole body felt bad, and he didn't know about it yet.
The king briefly repeated the information that Rhodes told them, explaining that there were three powerful ancient evil thoughts named Ake, Ahe, and Alan. They were probably hiding in the royal city, waiting for opportunities to overthrow Trolian.
"What a pity."
Wang sighed.
"I didn't catch his tail, otherwise Rhodes could destroy it."
Iyeta was shocked again: "Evil thoughts in ancient times are immortal, right?"
Wang smiled and said: "So what if he is immortal? Haven't you heard of the black rice bucket? Rhodes can eat anything, and ancient evil thoughts are no exception."
Iyeta felt that he had been severely shocked and could not speak anymore, so he had to turn his eyes back to the hall.
The same is true for most people. Even the arrival of the king cannot make them look away.
At this time, Meredith finally moved.
He took the last step, and the circle of destiny was completed.
The prediction came true!
The cheers suddenly drowned out the entire White Tower.
Everyone was howling crazily, hugging, taking off their clothes, and running around to vent their excitement.
But the restlessness off the court did not affect Meredith.
He calmly raised his hand and gently touched the ring of destiny.
At that moment, the infinite power of fate enveloped him, and the world in front of him turned upside down, filled with brilliance. In just an instant, he came to another space.
The long river of fate is flowing under him, and the endless time is flowing around him.
Meredith knows that the prophecy of the source has been successful and he will see the future.
"Come on."
"Let me see what's waiting for us."
Meredith looked away.
The power of fate followed his gaze into the infinite distance. Destiny is the most elusive force, but at this moment it is as supple as his pet.
The colorful strings of fate parted the mists of time, and a corner of the future came into Meredith's eyes.
It was endless darkness, and the billowing black clouds extended to the depths of the universe.
Huge chaotic amorphous masses are churning in the endless space, and invisible noise fills the space.
The black sea rose from under the void, and the terrifying giant beast poked its head out of the sea.
Fear, despair, silence, destruction.
"No!"
"No, no, no! That's not right!"
"What is this? What do I see?"
"Oh my God, disaster, unspeakable disaster, destruction, inevitable destruction."
Meredith's whole body was trembling. The former master of the White Tower had no image at the moment. She just wanted to stretch her neck to see clearly.
"Great horror!"
"The great terror is coming!"
"Unprecedented disaster, hopeless fate, black fog, black fog will swallow everything!"
"No, it's impossible, there must be a solution! Humanity will not perish! Civilization will definitely be passed on, and the fire will never be cut off!"
"Destiny, destiny, let me see the chance, human beings must have the means to survive."
Meredith walked forward tremblingly, but the future was getting further and further away from him.
The fog of time is closing, and the colorful strings of fate are becoming dim.
"The power of destiny is not enough!"
Meredith suddenly discovered that the remains of the ancient god of destiny were becoming transparent, as if they were about to be erased from the world.
"No, no, no, no!"
Meredith reached out her hands in vain, trying to grab something.
But time and fate flowed from his hands like sand.
The power of the prophecy of the source is not enough to accomplish this goal.
"What should I do?"
Meredith's heart tightened. This prophecy was unprecedented. Without the remains of the ancient god of destiny, prophecies of this scale could no longer be made.
This is the last chance.
However, the long river of time is speeding up and passing away from him.
The prophecy is coming to an end.
However, at this moment, Meredith suddenly became quiet.
He suddenly thought of his teacher.
Many years ago, he also faced the same situation of insufficient prophecy in his prediction about the origin of the king.
In the end, he burned himself up, used his soul to complete this miraculous prophecy of the source, and left behind those famous words.
"The next king of Trolian will lead the surviving humans in the Dark Age to restore their former glory."
Meredith was suddenly alert, he knew what to do.
In the Prophecy Hall.
Everyone suddenly discovered that Meredith's body suddenly burned with pale flames.
The raging fire swallowed him up in the blink of an eye, and a more powerful force of destiny blew up like a storm.
The long river of fate emerged from the void and flooded the entire hall.
Meredith's soul soared into the sky, and infinite aura shone on his forehead.
Everyone was stunned by this unusual turn of events, but no one knew what happened. The era of the previous Lord of the White Tower was too far away, and the prophecy of the source at that time was too secretive. No one had experienced the scene at that time.
Very few people know the complete truth.
Except Ietta.
He could tell at a glance that his teacher was heading towards the same end as his teacher's teacher.
"Teacher!"
Iyeta shouted, tears streaming down his face without knowing when.
Wang also knows what happened, but there is nothing he can do at the moment.
The aura of destiny flooded the entire prophecy hall. Meredith's soul was quickly dissipating. His influence on the present world was rapidly weakening, but his ability to observe the future was rapidly increasing.
Finally, he saw a glimmer of hope from the endless destruction and dark fate.
"Ancient God!"
"The only hope is hidden in the ancient gods!"
"Look for the ancient gods and find a glimmer of hope in the doomsday world!"
Horrifying pain swept through Meredith's whole body, and the feeling of fire and fragmentation penetrated his will. His soul was suffering the backlash from fate. This is the most secret knowledge in the world.
"No, it's too vague. I need to know more!"
Meredith moved forward with all her strength, her soul being torn apart.
"I want to know the origin of the black mist!"
"I want to know how to eliminate the black mist!"
"Ah, what is this? A name... Royger!"
"Roiger!"
Bang!
His soul was scattered and extinguished, and the aura of destiny was extinguished.
Everyone can finally open their eyes.
The prophecy hall was not damaged, but all the ritual tools were destroyed, the prophecy altar was torn into pieces, and all the destiny materials turned into white ash.
Meredith fell in front of the altar, motionless.
"Teacher!"
Ietta stepped forward, but before his fingers touched the teacher's body, he turned into ashes.
The robe of the Lord of the White Tower fell to the ground, blowing up a few grains of white ash.
The world in front of Ieta seemed to have lost its color. He was in a trance for a moment, as if something briefly touched him and then left.
Two words suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Ancient God!"
"Roiger!"
At the same time, the robe of the Lord of the White Tower began to spontaneously ignite, and soon burned into black ashes.
The king walked forward and saw black ashes and white ashes spread on the ground, which naturally formed three paragraphs.
"The great terror will come from the unknown, and the doomsday of destruction is in the not-too-distant future."
"The only vitality is hidden in the ancient gods."
"Find the origin of this special name."
The invisible wind blew, messing up the writing, and black shadows covered the ashes, drowning everything.
But it has been firmly engraved in Wang's mind.
Verbatim.
Wang looked solemn and bowed deeply to Meredith's ashes.
"May the fire remain bright and may the heroes be immortal."
