0417 Chapter Seven - The Wisdom of Mortals (Section 123)
“The deaf who hear the truth,
The blind god who sees the future!"
In the dark and damp cave like an ancient tomb, chants that were sometimes low and sometimes high-pitched echoed. The strange and terrifying atmosphere slowly spread, like the rats carrying the plague, spreading fear everywhere.
From the perspective of a unified universe, there are as many gods in the world as crucian carp crossing a river. But among them, there are very few that have names that can be pointed to with certainty.
The first is the [Great Break] God Lords. These nine-dimensional beings have carved their own imprints on the laws of the great world, including their own unique names.
The second is to reap special opportunities, cause catastrophic disasters or establish great achievements, and passively accept the mark of the world.
Being recognized by the nine major seats in Blood Candle Castle and becoming the leader is an example of this special opportunity to obtain world recognition. Originally, the nine major seats were illusory, but Qu Yun used her magic power to condense them into shape, and then built a path for the candidates she thought were suitable.
Access to certified pathways.
But even so, she cannot replace the laws and regulations in the world and appoint candidates as she pleases. Zhen Cheng may be the final heir to the seat of "The Poet of Murder", but he is by no means the first to try to sit on this desk.
girl.
Qu Yun has gone through too many experiments and made too many sacrifices to control the nine seats of Blood Candle Castle to the present level. There are countless famous disciples who died before Zhen Cheng. These are not recorded in the school of Matar Hippocampus.
In Shili, no one would tell Zhen Cheng specifically.
Misha's positive enthusiasm, Mebixi's cold rejection, Second Ringtone's careful tenderness, Shub Gratoni's disregard... they are all here.
Before ensuring that the new school girls are capable of handling the heavy burdens brought by the nine major seats, some of them will actively work hard to help because they don't want to lose, while some will stay away because they don't want to invest in hurt feelings.
But once they gain their approval, like the class rules of the Archeology Department, they will condense into comprehensive blood relatives, lovers, and comrades-in-arms, and a close relationship beyond what mortals can imagine.
In addition, there is the last situation, that is, the supreme gods of the eleven dimensions intentionally engraved their existence in all the heavens and realms. Part of Qu Yun's name was affected by this.
However, just as Qu Yun cannot directly give names to his chosen disciples, the influence of the supreme gods on the natural laws of the heavens and realms is also limited.
It is precisely because of this that Qu Yun's real name, which is either a compliment or a derogatory, with ambiguous meaning, finally appeared.
Anyone with a name recognized by the world can penetrate all the heavens and realms, transcend the boundaries of the universe, feel when called, and then perform many miracles and powers, gathering the power of faith.
For most god-lords, faith is not essential, nor is it fundamental to strength. But it has endless uses, and no god would deliberately refuse it.
"Revealing the wisdom of tomorrow,
Poor people who cannot embrace the world..."
The weird prayers continued. The sentences it read were not the normal sentences that most people are used to. Instead, each word was long or short, and each had a specific pitch. It sounded like many different sounds layered on top of each other.
chanting the same name.
Although God's name can be automatically noticed by them, not every response will be responded to.
For example, when Zhen Cheng was sculpting the magic circle, he just called out and got a response. That was because Shabu already knew what was going on and was waiting there.
Just like when you go to a friend's house to play, after making an agreement on the phone, go downstairs and call her and she will throw the door card key to you from the window. But if you call her weird neighbor upstairs, the other party will just get no response.
Even throw a pot of curses at you.
In the middle of the dense candlelight, the hooded masked man is obviously using the correct method to call out to the strange gods who do not know him:
Valley/span “Prisoner of the Immortal…
Please obey my call!"
This kind of summoning ceremony and prayer that sounds neither regular nor beautiful, and is extremely weird, undoubtedly shows that the god he is calling is extremely special.
The rituals for communicating with gods have many details and are different from each other, but they are usually related to the personality, alignment, and characteristics of the gods.
This includes the duration, pitch, and rhythm of each word in the name; it also includes the decoration of the altar, such as candles, blood pools, or incense; and finally, the behavior of the praying person, such as specific dances, gestures, or killing sacrifices.
kind.
For example, if outsiders want to pray for Quyun's attention, they need to sing her name in an impromptu singing voice that contains logical rhymes but no prior preparation. In other words, people who are tone-deaf and have slow minds are not worthy of her gift.
The actual name-calling ceremony for Shabu requires at least two or more women to go through the process and meet her gaze at the peak of joy.
It can be inferred from this that this "immortal prisoner" should at least belong to the chaotic camp.
A set of rituals was completed, and the eyes under the hooded mask showed confusion.
This "immortal prisoner" has long been forgotten by the world. This time, the Purification Supervision Institute collected his correct summoning ritual after a long period of planning and verification.
Especially when we were looking for an opportunity to wake him up, everything went very smoothly. The spokesperson of the Supervisory Authority, who personally went deep into the dream to execute his consciousness, could not understand why the half-awakened ancient god fell asleep again.
Suddenly, there was no wind blowing, but all the candlelights seemed to have the attributes of "darkness" and "death", and were extinguished. Layers upon layers, it seemed that different voices of men, women, old and young were chanting.
One sentence after another echoed in the cave:
"Who are you?" "He knows my name." "What is he going to do?" "Who am I?" "Who am I..."
The changes around him made the hooded man happy. He closed his eyes tightly, covered his ears with his hands, and did not open his mouth. He only thought in his heart:
"Have you forgotten your identity and hatred? Immortal prisoner! You have slept long enough. I brought the enemy who brought you here into your dream. Now it is time to wake up!
Kill her! Revenge yourself!"
Covering his ears tightly, he failed to stop the layer upon layer of voices from invading his mind: "He said he brought my enemies?" "A blood feud, different lives..." "No, not really." "Enemy? Hahaha.
Haha..." "She's not her, he just wants to use me." "Use me..."
The spokesperson of the Oversight Council was shocked. According to the information he knew, this ancient god should have fallen into an irrational sleep!
No wonder there are flaws in the plan... but it's not over yet:
"Use your own eyes to see clearly!" "If you want to play with fire, you will be burned by the flames." "Come and play in the depths of the dream, friends of the Purification Oversight Agency." "You really understand history.
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"Only deaf people can hear the truth," "Only blind people can see the future." "They saw today, so you are here."