The recorders of ancient disasters took great risks to perform divination, but the key words they finally came up with were confusing.
What is a thick, golden, granular, plump and sweet stick?
Why does it sound a bit like corn?
But surely no one would be stupid enough to actually think it was corn.
After all, this is a clue obtained from divination by a mysterious demigod.
According to the common sense of occultism that all beginners know, the characteristics of divination are like this. The more troublesome and dangerous the divination is, the more fragmented and vague the information obtained.
Moreover, something that can be seen everywhere like corn cannot be expressed in such a fragmented way. Wouldn’t it be better to just say the word ‘corn’?
Next, people have to piece together these clues themselves, or perform divination repeatedly based on these clues and ask more detailed questions.
For example, at present, the ancient recorders can continue to divine questions such as, ‘How thick is this stick?’, ‘Is the golden yellow the color of metal?’ and so on.
After getting the answer through this circumstantial method, we repeatedly put together the clues to get the final truth, which feels a bit like playing a little game like 'Who am I?'
Theoretically speaking, the more times of divination, the more clues and keywords are obtained, and the more accurate the final conclusion can be derived.
But it is obviously difficult to carry out such an action at the moment, as it would be too easy for the opponent to notice.
This is the time when the fortune teller's strength and experience are tested. He must ask fewer questions to get more critical questions in order to get truly valuable clues.
"The other party still hasn't noticed my movements, and I can still perform 1-2 fortune tellings."
"But this will definitely increase the risk of me being discovered. Although the other party does not seem to be corrupted, excessive behavior is likely to lead to adverse results..."
The ancient recorder whispered.
After thinking for a while, the honorary witness on the side asked the saints next to him:
"What do you think about these clues?"
"I think the clues like the stick shape and the golden color should all point to the legendary 1-001 sacred object. Are they describing its appearance? The sweetness and fullness at the back should point to a certain location?"
A saint said first.
"The stick-shaped object may also be a tower or an airship. Maybe the granular object is describing the sacred object?"
Another saint offered a different opinion.
"I think that these clues probably don't point to the sacred object. Maybe they describe a certain place? A canyon? A golden canyon full of gravel?"
Everyone was expressing their opinions, but Orianna did not speak.
She was still a little unconvinced.
Am I the only one who thinks this is corn? No matter how you look at it, it’s corn, right?
But she didn't dare to say this, for fear of being regarded as a stupid woman who only had corn in her head...
If that were the case, it would be tantamount to social death for her who had never been in love.
As a soothsayer, the recorder of ancient tribulations also remained silent. In fact, in his view, these people's imaginations were too outrageous, and they lacked an in-depth understanding of mysticism, so they were definitely not of much help.
There is nothing he can do. These days, everyone is more interested in the twisting system, which is more powerful and more comprehensive. The mysterious system is too niche.
In the end, after a brief discussion between his body and some occult scholars around him, he decided that the next question was 'Where is this stick-shaped object?'
This is a fair question, but if you can get a valid answer, it will determine the idea and direction of the next question.
So he started the next round of divination based on this question.
Of course, as usual, he still used divination before starting to 'check' whether this move would cause any danger.
Finally, I got a few keywords about 'be careful', which means there is no danger, but you still need to be careful.
Considering that his opponent still seemed to be awake and the results of the divination were relatively optimistic, he couldn't help but be bolder in his thinking. He worked harder during the formal divination and kept his eyes open, trying to find a deeper result.
A somewhat hazy and fuzzy mountain appeared in front of him, shrouded in darkness and fog.
"I saw it...I saw it again..."
"This is a mountain?"
"How majestic...how majestic..."
Although he only saw a very blurry picture, it made the demigod feel some kind of indescribable awe deep in his heart. He felt like a little ant crawling at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the entire
World in general.
There were no more pictures after that, and the picture he saw finally settled on this scene.
"No...it's not enough..."
Perhaps it was because of instinctive curiosity, perhaps because the situation was truly urgent, or perhaps because although the mountain was majestic, it was not dangerous. In short, the recorder of ancient disasters decided to take a risk and use a sharper sight to peek at the mountain.
.
The scene in front of me finally changed. The fog around the mountain slowly dispersed, and the surrounding light gradually became brighter.
There was still no danger, and no warning signs arose in his mind.
So he decided to dig his nose in and ask the third question directly through divination without consulting others.
"This is where?"
The picture in front of me changed again, the fog became lighter and lighter, the light became brighter and brighter, and the lines of the mountains became clearer and clearer.
The recorder of ancient misfortunes felt his heart pounding, feeling that he was close to the truth!
The uncontrollable thirst for knowledge in his heart made him no longer satisfied with simple peeping, but chose to look more directly and boldly.
The fog had become very thin, and the light was as bright as day. The mountain peaks that had always been looming were about to appear completely before his eyes.
He even vaguely saw a figure.
"I see you!"
The tone of the ancient chroniclers became excited.
Finally, the mountain peak appeared completely before his eyes.
"Wait, there's something... not quite right..."
What is hidden under the mist is not a mountain peak at all.
Instead, it is a huge symbol that looks as majestic as a mountain.
The entire symbol consists of a simple circle and three short lines. It looks like a stick figure, but it only has the upper body, and it looks a bit like a badminton...
"What exactly is this..."
The recorders of ancient disasters tried to organize their thoughts and ponder the deep meaning of this symbol.
But the next second, he felt an overwhelming pressure coming towards him...
"No! No! No! Help..."
His clone and body simultaneously let out a cry of despair.
Then, the clone disappeared instantly.
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, not even realizing what happened.
Another demigod honor witness was the first to come to his senses and asked in a low voice in an unbelievable tone:
"The clone has failed? No... this is not invalid... but... annihilated?"
"How can this be?!"
Demigod-level clones are completely different from saint-level clones. Not only can they be controlled remotely, but they can also speak and do many things. They can even exert the full strength and combat power of a demigod. They can be regarded as
Become a demigod.
Even if the clone encounters the evil god, as long as he doesn't deliberately seek death, he can still perform two moves.
But such a powerful clone actually disappeared silently in the blink of an eye?
And there wasn't the slightest fluctuation in power, and I didn't even know what happened.
The Honorable Witness temporarily put down his clone, and his body far away in the imperial capital began to sense, exploring the Ancient Difficulty Recorder in the Tower of Truth at the same depth.
The person who recorded the ancient tragedy is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his 50s. He is wearing a gorgeous nightgown and looks like an ordinary rich man.
But at this time, he kept wailing and rolling in a beautiful and large bedroom, with two lines of blood and tears in his eyes, his hands were all bloody, and he shouted intermittently:
"Please... forgive... the disrespect..."
"Begging...don't...get angry..."
"I am willing...to crawl...at my feet...to offer..."
The scholars around him also looked shocked and confused. They didn't know what happened to this demigod. He suddenly stabbed himself in the eyes and rolled on the ground.
This situation looks like he has suffered from severe mental pollution.
But it doesn't look like it. After all, he is a demigod. Even if he faces evil gods, he has a certain ability to resist. He shouldn't lose his mind and go crazy like this inexplicably.
And he didn't look completely crazy. He seemed to still maintain a certain degree of rationality, but he kept begging for something.
"What on earth did he see?"
The honorary witness suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and his heart suddenly became full of vigilance.
It was at this moment that he also noticed something was wrong.
"who is it?!"
He suddenly looked towards a deserted empty space and shouted sharply.
"Hehe... I thought I could hide it longer."
A hoarse and sharp voice came from the air in the open space, and then a figure slowly emerged.
No, to be precise, it's just a robe floating in mid-air.
The color of the robe is a kind of black that cannot be dyed by humans. It is so deep that it can swallow all light.
There is a hood on the top of the head, and in the middle of the chest, there is a pattern made of hollow interweaving, which is like a vortex. There is also a pair of white gloves hanging on the sleeves.
Coupled with the constant blowing of the sharp mountain wind, the black robe was somewhat bulging due to inflation, and it looked a bit like...
Mosquito-repellent frog?
But it was obvious that this was also a clone of a demigod. Just the faint coercion emanating from his body made the hairs of the saints standing on the opposite side stand on end, and they did not dare to act rashly.