Chen Ziyun was suspicious, but before he had time to identify himself carefully, someone took him to the place where the high priest lived. The high priest designated to receive only him. Ye Ya wanted to meet the high priest, but encountered firm opposition, and finally had no choice but to meet him.
Angrily, she stayed and negotiated with other Staninian chiefs about exchanging blood amber. Before Chen Ziyun left, she did not forget to ask Chen Ziyun to ask the high priest for the secret passage.
The overall structure of Staninian looks very similar to the Grotto of the Unbelieving, but after entering, it is discovered that there is a huge difference between the two.
Staninian's grottoes are entirely for residential purposes, so the grottoes on the rock walls have a certain degree of independence. Unlike the grottoes on the plateau, most of the cave entrances are used for lighting. Let him go there
There are more caves and layers in Daninian. Based on visual inspection, Chen Ziyun can almost determine that the rock wall has been hollowed out in a certain way.
Walking into the grotto, Chen Ziyun frowned slightly. The ventilation of the Staninian grotto was obviously not very good. When walking in it, there was a strong musty smell, like the smell of old millet.
.But this taste is much better than the taste of living corpses.
The passage inside the grotto is narrow and complicated, barely allowing two people to walk side by side. Due to poor ventilation, there are relatively few torches in the cave, and it is basically dark.
"Ahead is the high priest's room." After walking for a while, the native who led the way said in vague French: "I can only accompany you here, and you can go to the high priest by yourself."
Along the way, Chen Ziyun had learned that this man was the prince of a tribe in Staninian and one of the few priests of the Staninian people. But it could be heard from his voice that he was interested in the high priest.
Have deep fear.
Chen Ziyun looked at the priest with some embarrassment. The Staninian language system was complicated and mixed up with weird pronunciations constructed from many indigenous languages. Without a translator, he would not be able to communicate with the high priest at all.
At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in Chen Ziyun's mind: "Young man, come in, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Chen Ziyun shuddered. The voice that appeared in his mind was ancient and desolate, and seemed to come from the ancient times. But Chen Ziyun knew that it was actually the high priest communicating with him through consciousness. This was not the first time he had encountered this kind of thing.
He met him, but he was surprised to find that the high priest actually had such incredible abilities.
"Yes. High Priest." Chen Ziyun looked respectful, adjusted his emotions, and walked slowly over. During this short journey, Chen Ziyun calmly adjusted his power to a critical point. If
The high priest's attack was detrimental to him, and he could use the power of the black bird to counterattack at any time.
Fortunately, the voice in his head did not seem to be hostile to Chen Ziyun, but instead had a sense of kindness. This made Chen Ziyun very confused.
The place where the high priest lived was very simple. It didn't even have a wooden door. The door was only covered with a thick layer of linen. The edges of the linen had long been frayed and it looked like it had been used for a long time.
Chen Ziyun took a deep breath, lifted the linen cloth, and walked in.
The room was completely dark. Only then did Chen Ziyun realize that there was no lighting in the place where the high priest lived. Fortunately, he had night vision, so he did not panic in this environment.
After looking around, Chen Ziyun found that the room was only about twenty square meters and was empty, without even a bed. The high priest was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room, seemingly meditating. He looked similar to an Indian ascetic. But the stone above his head
There are wind chimes made of strings of shells or other things hanging on the dome. There is no obvious use for them.
"Hello, High Priest." Chen Ziyun didn't know how the Staninian people greeted him in etiquette, so he had to bow slightly towards the High Priest.
The high priest slowly raised his head, and a skinny, skeletal face appeared in front of Chen Ziyun. Chen Ziyun was so bold that he almost screamed in surprise when he saw the strange appearance of the high priest.
"High Priest...how did you..." Chen Ziyun wanted to ask the high priest why he was so thin, but he did not dare to ask such disrespectful words.
"You don't have to be afraid." The voice of the high priest appeared in Chen Ziyun's mind. But in fact, the high priest's mouth did not move at all, and his eyes were deeply sunken in their sockets, without any luster.
Like a dead fish. "More than ten years ago, I had a battle with an evil creature. I lost too much power and my vitality has long been cut off. I can only survive in this way." The high priest's voice was unhurried, staring.
Chen Ziyun's eyes slowly regained their luster: "You've encountered that evil thing before, and you're fine. If I give you another ten years, I guess it won't be your opponent."
"Qiangan?" Chen Ziyun frowned and quickly thought of what the evil thing the high priest was talking about was.
"That's right." The high priest's voice was still as calm as water, and he sighed and said, "This is why I am waiting for you here."
Chen Ziyun's face was full of surprise: "High Priest, did you know that I would come here?"
"I am a prophet." The voice in Chen Ziyun's mind seemed a little proud: "Of course I can see some fragments of the long river of time."
Chen Ziyun's heart was shocked. He had seen Sarobhati who claimed to be a god, and he had also seen fierce people like Wuju, Chan Shiqi and Ye Ya who were trying to become gods. He himself was even more difficult to explain and understood what he was.
The guardian of the world. This world seems weird enough to him, but he has never thought that there is such a thing as prophecy.
"The prophecy itself is not mysterious." The high priest seemed to have discovered Chen Ziyun's horror. He said: "Some things are bound to happen. Even if they are made up of countless accidents. The prophet just uses his ability to
They are just people who are involved in these accidental events. The predictions may not be completely accurate, but they are generally good. For example, I will foresee your appearance, which is such a result. I can foresee that you will appear, but I don’t know where you are.
It will appear here."
Chen Ziyun pondered for a moment and seemed to understand the words of the high priest. But after thinking about it carefully, he found that he seemed to have not figured out anything yet. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Such profound things were not suitable for him to study. The Prophet
It definitely requires specific talents and opportunities. Anyone mentioned by the high priest is probably relative.
"Why is the high priest waiting for me?" Chen Ziyun expressed his doubts.