"It's so beautiful. The clouds and mist are shrouded, and the crystal light is the way. It's really like a fairyland."
Ian looked around at the Crystal Biology Museum in front of him. He looked away, filled with surprise and satisfaction: "These crystals have been carefully carved and impurities removed. The artistic level of pre-era civilizations is also very high!"
"Fuck!"
And with Andor's cultural level, he could only sigh with emotion: "It's so fucking big!"
Ian did not stop. Although the museum was good, he could not waste time. He just used silver chips to store everything he saw and heard for future appreciation when he had time.
However, on the way, he suddenly stopped.
A feeling that is extremely familiar, just like the vision that struck me six years ago.
"Is it really here? The vision of spiritual advancement..."
Ian was not surprised, and he was even a little lucky in his heart: "At least it didn't appear while fighting Patrick."
As the vision flashed, Ian seemed to see many illusions from ancient times.
He saw huge waves tumbling in the ancient sea, giant beasts that made the sea and sky roar, fighting each other, giant eels entwined around a huge whale, they screamed and fought, from the deep sea abyss to the coastal reefs
.
He saw that under the blue sky and among the yellow sand, a group of ancient crocodiles were digging their own nests deep in the sand. They were building their own cities and transportation channels under the moist desert, and they were jointly fighting against the highly poisonous scorpion spiders and rock scorpion spiders.
Crabs, and compete with prehistoric giant burrowing insects for dominance underground.
He also saw that the endless swarms of jellyfish in the sea were gathering together, turning into a faint blue mist in the water made of fluorescent light. Lightning was flowing between each individual, carrying a bright, dangerous but beautiful aura.
One after another, images from the past poured into Ian's mind.
But the teenagers of today are not the children of the past.
He just closed his eyes, swayed slightly, and then accepted all the visions.
"The conditions for my psychic upgrade are currently known to be that I can see more things that I don't know, but isn't the direction of progress this time a prophecy?"
On the surface, Ian still acted like a fine person and continued walking forward. Even Andor thought that the other party was shocked by such magnificence. This was not a strange thing.
But he smelled something unusual.
His psychic ability is undoubtedly that of a prophet. He can predict future trends, know the possible direction, and can provide timely feedback and self-correction. Such psychic abilities are extremely rare even among prophets.
But what he saw just now didn't seem to be a prophet?
On the contrary, it is...an image of the past.
"Can I gaze at the past, future... and the present?"
"Xiang, Mr. Guide..."
At this moment, Ian heard Andor's fearful voice: "Your eyes..."
"Huh?" The young man turned his head and looked at Andor, who wanted to give a warning.
From the perspective of the pirate captain, in the eyes of the white-haired boy who is slightly shorter than him, there are layers of water-colored halos that are almost substantial, and are extremely deep, almost like two bottomless ghosts.
Deep pool of light.
And in this clear but bottomless gaze, it seemed that something huge was turning. It was a gear, an endlessly rotating ring.
The past and the future are intertwined...
At this moment, he even had the illusion that he had been completely seen through, and that everything in the past and future was reflected in the other person's eyes.
It's not even an illusion.
The moment Ian turned his head and looked at Andor, he already knew the past of the person in front of him.
The elf with long dark green hair looked at the young man from the White People in front of him with a blank look on his face. The young man stared into his eyes, but almost all of his past emerged in his mind one by one.
The birth of a coastal fishing village, a quiet and peaceful childhood.
The father who was recruited by Canaan Moore and never returned; the mother who supported the family alone but died together with her sister in a plague.
Hometowns that have lost policy preferences because of the softening of the front line; folks who are so poor that they can only go to big cities to sell themselves.
He was robbed while fishing, forced to become a pirate and struggled to survive. He was unexpectedly able to eat well, but his friends who were working honestly in their hometown died from heavy taxation and exploitation.
And finally...killing the previous captain, and the recruitment he faced after becoming the captain.
"Damn it, I became a pirate and robbed merchant ships every day and went against the Canaanite Moorish officials, but I was able to be recruited with a lot of money. My best friend listened to the federation and stayed in his hometown to fish peacefully. As a result, he could only survive.
Starved to death?! He is a fisherman, how could he starve to death?!"
"Why, why can a pirate like me, who is full of evildoers, have enough to eat, and why can my father and mother, who have been upright all their lives, die in confusion?!"
Ian can still hear the deepest emotion in Andor's heart, the anger that cannot be forgotten.
He did not accept the recruitment, but continued to be his own pirate in the South China Sea, and occasionally took on the private affairs of federal congressmen and wealthy nobles. After that night of rage, he was too lazy to be angry.
Anyway, he doesn't have any other relatives or children, so he can live comfortably alone, and he doesn't bother to think about anything else...
This world is not worth being angry about. Wouldn't it be better to enjoy it more?
"...It seems it's not just the empire."
After retracting his gaze and ending his precognitive vision, the spiritual light in Ian's eyes gradually dimmed, and he was able to roughly control his gradually improving spiritual power.
The young man shook his head slightly, feeling helpless: "The entire continent of Terra seems to be in general bad condition."
"With the productivity of ordinary people in Terra and the abundance of resources, it can make people starve to death. Did Canaan Moore and the Cangtian Royal Court fight so fiercely? Isn't it true that the front line is tight and the rear is tight?"
"Even with extraordinary power, human desires are still the same, and they are even amplified by power."
There is not much time to think about these issues, because the long crystal channel has reached the end.
Ahead is another metal door.
Ian was still thinking about whether he needed to use physical methods to open the door again, but he never thought that a fluorescent light flashed and the metal door opened automatically.
A metallic silver light was reflected in the young man's water-colored eyes, and a slightly cold wind blew from the other side of the door, causing his long hair on his temples to fly.
The light from the crystal channel poured into the main hall at the door, illuminating it with brightness.
Bright colors flowed into each of the running instruments and screens, making everything look a little distorted, like an overexposed photo.
But it's true.
"finally……"
Taking a deep breath, Ian didn't know whether it was his own spiritual power or pure luck that guided him to this place.