Just when he saw the scarlet scene all over the street, Ian, who was extremely shocked, suddenly felt that deep in his brain, it could even be said that somewhere in the organ that was independent of his own body but did belong to him, suddenly there was an unknown feeling.
Any sign of pain.
This intense pain was like someone placing a sea urchin full of seawater and toxins in his brain and shaking it violently. Ian found it hard to breathe in an instant. He simply fell to his knees and fell to the ground.
Not even a sound was made.
"Hoo! Hoo..."
The pain came and went quickly. When Ian regained control of his body, he immediately began to breathe heavily. His whole body was as if he had been fished out of the water. Cold sweat as big as rice grains fell from his forehead and
It hung down at the temples and soaked the collar.
Of course, Ian was not the ultimate tough guy who wanted to endure his screams when he was alone. The reason why he did not cry out in pain was simply because he was so tired that he no longer had any extra strength, and his brother was right next to him.
Leaning against the wall tremblingly, he slowly stood up. Ian, who had escaped from the precognitive vision, raised his head with lingering fear and looked out the window: "It seems... I am not able to take the initiative to observe the huge size or the number of people with my psychic ability.
Too many goals…”
Just now, when Ian was observing the street, he felt that his physical strength was pouring out like a flood. In an instant, he was close to collapse and almost fainted from shock.
This is where the shortcomings of precognitive vision appear.
It can indeed predict the future on a small scale, determine the value of items, and even lead Ian to make better choices to a certain extent...
But everything is too much, and at most he can only observe the fate and future trends of a few people.
When there are more people, he can tire himself to death.
However, this is just too much physical exertion and does not mean ‘can’t’.
If Ian has enough physical strength, he guesses that in the future, he may be able to break this restriction and observe the future trend of 'a group of people' or even 'a street', 'a city' or even 'an entire port'!
"What on earth just happened?"
Standing up slowly, Ian looked puzzled: "The port shrouded in blood..."
"Harrison Port, what exactly are you facing?!"
Although there is no other evidence, judging from his psychic signs alone, everyone in Harrison Port, at least most of them, has fallen into a 'certain death crisis'!
The red mist that filled the streets even turned into a surging tsunami, echoing between heaven and earth... Ian raised the alert to the highest level in an instant, but he didn't know when the crisis would arrive.
"Is it a storm? A tsunami? Or a thunderstorm or an earthquake?"
"Harrison Port is next to the Bison Mountains, and there may also be landslides and mudslides caused by heavy rains."
Running to the backyard, Ian looked up at the sky of Harrison Port and the surrounding terrain. He couldn't help but murmur: "These are the only things that can cause so many people to die at the same time... Of course, there is also a possibility."
"That's a massive invasion by the natives."
"Even the worst possibility is that several of the above-mentioned events occur at the same time."
Although it seems calm now, Ian knows that during this period of time, the natives have indeed been carrying out purity sacrifices - this is a large ritual that even the people of the Empire know about, requiring the condensed lives of dozens of living people, and many
Rare materials.
Dozens and hundreds of large and small tribes of the Sequoia natives will put aside their disputes when performing purity sacrifices, and each offer their best sacrifice to the 'Great Shaman', the nominal co-leader of the Sequoia tribes.
Ian himself was almost sacrificed as a sacrifice.
Generally speaking, purity sacrifices are performed once every ten years. The magic potion produced in each purity sacrifice can create several first-level sublimators. This is also the most common and simplest among major tribes.
How to create an Ascended One.
Of course, this manufactured sublime has huge flaws.
In addition, when they foresee great danger, the Sequoia natives will also perform pure sacrifices in exchange for the protection of the spirits, which can also temporarily enhance the strength of the tribe.
"The last time the indigenous people offered a pure sacrifice was eight years ago, when the super typhoon swept across the entire southern coast of the empire..."
Ian stared at the clouds billowing in the sky in the darkness. The heavy rain and rumbling thunder that were still falling did not scare him, but only made him think: "My father in this life also died in that storm. Even
A disaster that even the ascendants cannot survive..."
"This time the indigenous people are offering sacrifices again, it shows that there is a high possibility that another typhoon of the same intensity or even higher intensity is coming."
"In addition, Teacher Hilliard quietly came to Harrison Port, which seems to be related to this 'abnormality'."
The clues were gathering, and Ian turned his head and looked in the direction of the coastline.
The surging waves crashed against the rocky foundations of the reefs, beaches and ports. Their violent collisions produced dull tremolos, like thunder on the ground.
"In the sea?" He whispered to himself, staring at the deep shadows in the sea.
At this moment, Ian, to be honest, couldn't help but want to open his precognitive vision and look at the sea. He had a strong hunch that if he did this, he would definitely be able to see some signs and clues.
However, an equally strong, or even stronger premonition was also warning Ian.
——Try and die!
You almost feel exhausted after looking at the streets, but you dare to look at the sea? This is no longer courageous, it is simply crazy!
"Having a premonition is better than nothing. At least it proves that there are things in the sea that are far beyond what I can predict now."
Closing his eyes and suppressing his desire to observe, Ian shook his head slightly: "When the teacher comes back, I have to tell him what I found."
"It's a matter of life and death for the whole city... This is not something that can be concealed."
Back in the house, Ian took a deep breath to calm down.
Then, he came to his brother Elan again and began to continue his previous practice.
He continued to gather source seeds.
——No matter what the future holds, no matter what the omens are... By condensing the Source Seed and improving your own strength, you can at least change the future of yourself and your brother.
"The previous prediction proved that my modification direction was correct, and I can indeed rely on the mist on Elan's body to predict whether my decision is correct or not."
"In this way, I only need to correct some small details again, and I can start to accumulate source essence. When enough, I can cultivate the source seed in one fell swoop."
Although Ian doesn't know why, just thinking about it in his head can actually reflect changes in the future... This may be the special feature of precognitive vision.
If you don't have an answer, don't think too much about it.
Feeling peaceful, Ian closed his eyes.
In the midst of storms and thunderstorms, while lightning crackled the sky outside the window, he began to practice again.
at the same time.
To the east of the city near Central Avenue, there is the Bai Zhimin Elder Hall.
This square old house made of white stones and covered with vines is located next to the town's energy furnace. In front of it is a tributary of the Ewok River that runs through the city. There is a small yard behind the house, with some commonly used plants planted in it.
Herbal medicines are used by doctors in the Hall of Elders to treat White people for free.
This is where the senior officials of the White People hold meetings and discussions on weekdays. Elder Pude himself often works and rests here, but if nothing happens, no one will come here to trouble the old man, so it is considered quiet.
But today, there was a tiptoeing figure walking through the heavy rain and walking quickly to the hall.
"Elder, elder!"
Brin, the sneaky herb collector who appeared at the door of Ian's house before, seemed to have some agenda. At this moment, he said to the elder's guard in a panic: "I have key information to report to the elder..."
Two guards, one on the left and one on the right, had already put their hands on Brin's shoulders and were about to throw him out, but they heard a tired old voice coming from upstairs: "Let him come up."
The guard let go of Brin in response, and the herb collector, who felt like he was being pardoned, breathed a sigh of relief, then straightened up his appearance and walked nervously upstairs.
"What, have you got any results from the investigation?"
In the study room on the second floor, Elder Puder put down the official documents and reports in his hands. He looked indifferently at Brin, who was bowing respectfully to him, and said, "Looking at your expression, it's just as I guessed."