The old man constructed a map of Jingyang Mountain and several huge figures in his mind.
【Jingyang Mountain is fine.】
After receiving this information, he stopped paying attention to Jingyang Mountain and continued to interpret the next piece of information flow.
…
[I saw the altar again, and its appearance became clearer and clearer.]
But in the past thousand years, I have never found that altar.
With a sigh in his heart, the old man stopped paying attention.
The world is not perfect, and he cannot guarantee that his divination will be a reflection of the future of all reality. There are many things that cannot be matched, and if they are not found, it will have no impact on the future.
For example, the altar under the starry sky.
It has appeared in divination more than a dozen times over the past millennium, but there is no trace of reality.
The old man speculated that it might be a mural recorded in a hidden cave somewhere.
…
[The back figure sitting quietly in the cross-legged position against the black background... does it refer to martial arts practice? 】
Counting now, that figure has appeared twice.
He was still paying attention the first time, because at first glance, it looked like a thinker facing the starry sky. Well, the black background might also be the cliff in the abyss.
But that figure showed no fluctuation in the divination scene, just like a photocopy of the martial arts secret book. In fact, it was just a matter of looking at it.
After finding no relevant clues, the Shijia ancestor warned all the major families five years ago that practicing diligently would lead to a flourishing of talents, so he attributed this clue to martial arts practice.
[Practice never ends, and the younger generation must not slack off in their practice in the next five years. 】
…
[Red Snow Mountain, major avalanches, minor natural disasters.]
【No problem.】
…
[Evergreen County, collapsed? There is nothing there... wrong, forbidden land! 】
The skin of the Shijia ancestor's eye sockets was obviously stretched, and he raised his head.
The next second, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
Countless lines of varying thicknesses intertwine into an extremely abstract pattern.
It was a twisted, squirming picture.
The flowing black background is like the sky, like an abyss, and like a nightmare in memory...those black cracks.
During the rapid analysis in the mind of the Shijia Ancestor, the abstract pattern in his vision suddenly became clear!
The black lines seemed to come alive and began to spread rapidly along a certain trajectory.
Lines connect with each other, and the outline gradually takes shape.
The pointed tops, like bamboo shoots, keep growing.
The body of the Shijia Ancestor suddenly began to shake.
For the first time, his cloudy eyes were filled with real fear.
Because that picture actually embodied the history he had talked about for thousands of years, and it was more vivid and detailed.
It was a building standing in the darkness...
Tower!
"No, it's impossible."
The ancestors of Shijia lived a long and long time.
He was willing to become a living dead for the sake of the future of his race and to see the nature of destiny.
He has almost lost the expression of emotions because he is used to seeing life and death and has no feelings about death.
Because he has lived for so long, his emotions only have the dullness accumulated over time.
No joy, no sadness, no anger.
He is unique and transcendent.
But at this moment, his voice revealed an emotion that had been hidden for thousands of years——
fear!
It is different from the illusion deliberately displayed in front of Tantai Dongshu and others.
That was the real fear that made his soul tremble.
because……
In the past thousand years, that tower has never appeared!
…
…
When distant and real memories emerged, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He looked at the picture infatuatedly, and suddenly felt a little warm and a little painful on his cheek.
The old palm touched his cheek.
The sticky warmth is transferred to the palm of the hand.
He looked straight into the rapidly rotating stream of light, which reflected his terrifying face that was constantly shedding flesh and blood.
But at this moment, the old man's gaze went beyond his own reflection and fell deeper into the light and shadow.
There, the lines are still intertwined and outlined.
Mottled dark clouds, flashing thunder and lightning, and eternal fog.
The hidden higher level.
Just like it was then.
Who knows how many bones were buried under that silent scene.
…
[Tower Seal]!
The moment this thought emerged in his heart, the old man's body trembled again.
Only when the seal is broken will the Great Terror return to the world.
Could it be that in the next five years, the seal will be broken?
Could it be that all these years of life sacrifices can't continue to strengthen the seal?
The lines in the light and shadow are still intertwining and do not stop due to his will.
The old man was like a stunned spectator until he saw a figure gradually appearing in front of the tower.
That's a back view.
The old man tried to open his eyes wide.
Bang!
One of his eyeballs fell out and rolled to the ground.
Purple-black blood gushes from his eyes.
The old man turned a deaf ear and stared at the back figure with his only other eye.
Sudden.
The back figure that was supposed to flash past like a mural moved.
The black shadow slowly turned around.
It's like a simple drawing on a white paper suddenly turned into an ink animation.
A simple and slender figure, a vaguely young face, and a pair of bright eyes that are calm and calm.
Isolate light, shadow, time and space.
Obviously there was never that person in front of me.
The two pairs of eyes seemed to meet silently at this moment, and then the silhouettes in the light and shadow quietly turned around.
The dynamic ink figures are transformed into static murals.
The old man opened his mouth wide, trying to say something.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch...
boom!
At this moment, there was a roar in my ears.
Light and shadow collapse.
Flowing powder fell from the sky and landed on the old man's rotten and bloodstained face.
The remaining eyeballs were covered in powder.
The old man's sight was swallowed up.
The fishy smell surges in the throat...
He couldn't bear it any longer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the back of his head hit the bluestone hard.
Allowing his skin and flesh to fall off and his bones to rot, a voice that denied his thousand-year past kept flashing in his mind——
[The armor is broken.]
…
"Ancestor!"
"Lord Ancestor!"
Voices came from far and near, full of panic.
The white mist dissipated in an instant, leaving no trace as when it came.
The three of them saw clearly the old man lying in a pool of blood.
Tantai Dongshu hurriedly leaned over to help the Shijia Ancestor up, but when the other person turned around, revealing his body that was constantly falling into pieces of flesh, he was so frightened that he trembled and froze in place.
Whoosh!
Tantai Dongshu was so excited that he almost jumped up, but he suppressed his fear and stopped in place.
Because his arm was tightly grasped by a withered hand with visible bones!
The old man raised his head with all his strength, and blood flowed from the remaining eye.
"I haven't seen...disaster...towers in a thousand years, and...people in front of them."
Every word seemed to use all his strength. When he struggled to finish saying the word "人", the old man who had lived for thousands of years and was honored as the ancestor of Shijia kept making a whooshing sound from his throat. After he straightened his body, he no longer breathed.
.
Holding the old man's hand, Tantai Dongshu's head buzzed, and there was no other sound in his ears.
The remaining two people were stunned.
The little Taoist boy who had just rushed outside was trembling all over.
