The Hall of the Prophets' Parliament of Usvi is located in an exquisite dome, towering between the peaks and towers, standing majestic on the top of the huge Ark world.
It is surrounded by a mass of psychic energy, which makes the dome looming between the material and the immaterial worlds - only the members of the parliament themselves can guarantee to find the corresponding room when approaching its ancient net gate, and other visitors may pass through the legendary portal and find nothingness on the other side.
For those who are not admitted or are not invited, the door to the Prophet's Council is actually the gate to the distorted and painful subspace.
In the hall of the Prophets' Council, Usvi's prophet lords could witness any event in their vast matrix of spiritual bones. The infinite circuit itself is connected to the high platform, on the altar in the center of the hall, and its maze-like vast space extends to every flashing spot of life on Usvi.
But now every face in the hall of the parliament was watching the beautiful appearance of a female elves, with a different resolute and indifference from the ordinary elves. Her translucent white robe was freely draped on her elegant body, as if she was blown by the sacred breeze, and her surprising blue eyes flashed with an incomprehensible terrible light.
If she hadn't said her name, no one would have expected that this seemingly weak and beautiful thing would be the terrifying lord of the Howling Banshee, and one of the existing Phoenix Lords, Jane Zal.
"I want to see Eldra."
She repeated it quietly, but the power was so great that they seemed to penetrate directly into the consciousness of the Aida Spirits in the parliament.
"Usvi cannot stay out of this incident."
"Lord Jain Zal, the hint in your language is a blasphemy."
A prophet MP hissed, his face was angular and pale—he was the oldest in the prophet’s parliament, with the heavy feeling of time in that hissing sound.
"Do you think the Council did not anticipate the threat before you came to this hall? Do you really think we weren't ready?"
Others whispered to agree that what happened in Comoros was unimaginable that it was not noticed by the Prophets' Council.
This is even more so for the powerful prophet Eldra Ultlanta.
"If you are ready, then why don't Eldra dare to see me?"
Jain Zal turned her brilliant blue eyes to the experienced visionary, staring at his soul and testing his heart.
The elderly Aida Ling tribe retreated, as if touched by cold, beautiful fingers.
Even in the temple in the parliament hall, the MPs knew very well that the Phoenix Lord had a bad temper. If she really got angry, I'm afraid that only the Great Prophet could comfort her.
Just as the prophets were at a loss, a voice rang out.
"Jain, I have already told you this very clearly before. Veronica has her own destiny. Comoros is the place she must go, including the people she wants to meet... It is predictable that it is never omnipotent. You should know more than anyone else. Even if we can foresee the end of time itself, what preparations can we make for this?"
The voice of the great prophet Eldra slowly spread into the air, as if coming from all over the place, the sound so low that it was almost impossible to hear clearly.
"You mean to stand by and watch? Do you really think I don't know about the activities you and Males?"
Jain Zal glanced at the altar on the central high platform of the conference hall, where Eldra's image of glittering light had been successfully revealed, which also represents one thing that the other party is not on the ark now.
So where will he be?
She was too lazy to guess.
Looking at the other person's impatient expression, a complex smile frowned on the Prophet's face, which blended the paternalistic patience and lover-like helpless expression.
"No, this is not what I mean. A future without choice is rarer than the Phoenix King's feather crown. I just want to say that some things are inevitable, some things should not be avoided. The seemingly ending failure is just the beginning of success."
"Enough."
Jain Zal interrupted the Great Prophet.
"I will not sit idly by and watch Veronica fall into anyone's hands. When I helped you bring her out of that place, you promised that you would not sacrifice her to achieve your so-called great plans. If you break your promise, then I will not keep any promises anymore and I will take her away."
"Lord Jain Zal! You are tearing apart the future of the entire spiritual race!"
A member of the council hissed through the hall of spirit bones, like a jagged dagger piercing the flesh.
"The future? The future of the Spirit will never be in the secret politics of your dark little council!"
Jain Zal retorted sharply, blinking her fierce eyes and staring at the other person, the evil aura forced the other person to take a few steps back.
But when she turned around, the Great Prophet's voice had quieted down, and his glittering image had disappeared from the towering altar in the middle of the room.
"It seems that he has said enough."
The phoenix lord of the howling banshee said with a sarcastic sour smile, and then the cave-like room was silent for a long time.
The shadows are dotted with the ornate dome roof like winding murals, as if they are constantly twisting and sliding, as if they are twisting in discomfort because of the atmosphere here.
Although the Usvi Council Hall has long been accustomed to this fierce debate, as the prophets argue with each other and accuse each other of their different interpretations of prophecy, the twisted energy emitted from the prophets of Ada has gradually penetrated into the structure of the meeting hall itself for thousands of years.
Every few thousand years, the hall must be purified by Eldra himself to prevent it from exerting its own violent influence on the meeting of prophets who gathered in the hall of the Holy Parliament.
But this debate was even more intense because of the participation of a powerful Phoenix Lord, and it is estimated that the purification ceremony will be held soon.
Jain Zal then sighed, looked around the gathered MPs, and then turned and left without saying a word.
"It seems that Ibiris is going to intervene in this incident."
The Emerald Prophet Seakzi, the second figure of Usvi, whispered that he was unwilling to break the silence and therefore spoke directly through his own thoughts.
"The more we are, the more we should treat every change with caution."
The others nodded, feeling relieved that the Emerald Prophet's calmness once again brought peace to the Council, and no one of them could recall when Seakzi was away from the Council - he was a man who had always existed in the collective consciousness, calm and calm, like a good spiritual medicine.
In the absence of Eldra himself, the MPs sought leadership and guidance from Seakzi, after all, the Great Prophet was often absent in the parliament, appearing only as a ghost and a loud voice.
As for where the Great Prophet is now, it is probably only Asuyan who knows.