The thick red blood like plasma suddenly curled inward and turned into a simple and old door.
A palm with pale skin and different gemstones on each finger suddenly opened the door, revealing the figure of a middle-aged nobleman.
He is about thirty years old and is in the golden age of a man's life. He has platinum curly hair, scarlet pupils, wearing a palace dress embroidered with gold thread, and a cross-shaped badge on his chest.
At this time, the middle-aged nobleman looked at the direction where Fang Xian's true spirit disappeared and said to himself: "The spirit that escaped from the Styx River? It's really interesting that it actually came to this battlefield! Your Excellency, the recorder of history, what don't you want to say?
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There were ripples in the void ahead, and a dragon head poked out.
The skin all over its body is pale and transparent, and it seems that there are traces of dust like stars falling down at any time. Its huge dragon eyes are as big as buckets: "The master of the void battlefield, the patron of the blood clan, the councilor of Dreamland... This place is indeed
There was an invasion, but it did not violate the Supreme Agreement..."
"So...the last dragon of time and space in the world, the recorder of history, Your Excellency the Immortal, can you find him?"
The vampire patron asked, with a joking smile on his lips: "He has caused a lot of trouble and disrupted this process, which may cause our future to collapse..."
"That existence is not a variable, but a fixed number!"
The dragon of time and space, the recorder of history, said slowly: "He is not a creature of this world and is not bound by the Supreme Agreement. Moreover, he has hit a ray of light of history. He will probably live until the end of our history.
Now, he has become one of our old friends, or a hidden existence that cannot be mentioned..."
"Light of history?" The expression of the patron saint of the vampire clan changed.
"We all know that distance is sometimes a kind of time. The light of the stars we see may have come from countless years ago..."
The huge dragon-headed eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly with a smile: "And history also has its glory..."
"So that existence has entered our history, so it is a certainty, not a variable!" The patron saint of the vampire clan roared: "Tell me who he is, you can't cheat me like this! We are friends!"
"Everything is a foregone conclusion. You can't go back to history to apologize...and wouldn't it be boring to know the truth sometimes? Finally...old friend, I'm sorry, I really don't know the identity of that being..."
The head of the Dragon of Time and Space sank into the void and disappeared.
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Fang Xian's consciousness was a little confused.
The River Styx in this world is too powerful. Even with the protection of the reincarnation disk and attribute bar, he still feels very dangerous.
After entering that ray of light, an even more strange feeling came.
His concept of true spirit seemed to be stretched, twisted, and entered a vague and hazy state.
The only thing that is certain is that he is still in the River Styx.
However, it is not the section of river just now.
'There is a feeling of facing the long river of time in a strange world...'
Fang Xian's consciousness is constantly blurring.
After all, the attraction of the River Styx is still very huge.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that there was an extra 'channel' in front of him, and there was a low voice coming from it, which seemed to be offering sacrifices in some unknown language.
A rare opportunity!
Fang Xian's true spirit jumped up from the Styx River and took the initiative to be included in the black hole.
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"Head hurts!"
Firenste, in a dark, small apartment.
Fang Xian rubbed his forehead and opened his eyes.
In front of him was a somewhat bad ritual, with distorted rituals and the blood of an unknown beast, but it could be seen that this beginner's craftsmanship was a bit trendy.
"Hmm... Such a crude ritual is very suitable for the character of [Bad Tao]... Tower of Wisdom Sage! This predecessor is really stupid... A shoddy ritual, full of errors and omissions in symbols and
The secret mark finally connected to the River Styx and killed itself?"
"After he died, I took over this body?"
A large number of trivial and sporadic memories emerged, causing the expression on Fang Xian's face to change several times.
Either sadness, joy, sadness, or deep expectation and despair.
"Woo..."
He gritted his teeth and began to fully accept the memory of the original owner.
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[Despicable pottery], [Ancient copper], [Tempered black iron]...
First step...
Extraordinary one!
The steam giant roars, the ancient evil god whispers...
Firenster, Castle Kingdom...
This is the worst of times and the best of times!
The ancient history of ignorance and bloodthirsty has passed. The light of the Tower of Wisdom and Sages shines through the world. Feudal kingdoms collapse or are reborn in a new form.
Productivity developed by leaps and bounds, and railways spread all over the continent.
Human civilization is thriving, but in the primeval forests and deep in the ocean, there are still elves, dwarves, vampires and other magical creatures.
Not to mention, there are also hidden beings watching the world.
"Sure enough... the energy level of this world is very high..."
Although his temples were still throbbing with pain, Fang Xian was no longer seriously injured. He stood up and walked out of the magic circle.
He came to a mirror and looked at himself inside.
He looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, with curly chestnut hair, brown pupils, dimples when he smiles, and looks very shy.
"Daniel Rowland!"
Fang Xian whispered the boy's name.
What follows is a lot of memory.
He came from a small noble family and was the fourth son in the family. He was sent to Firenster to study at a young age.
Recently, I encountered a big crisis, and I had no choice but to break through urgently, hoping to become a second-tier transcendent.
Then there is no more...
What Fang Xian cares about most is the extraordinary system of this world.
"After all, it is a high-energy world, and a complete and systematic theory of extraordinary things has been formed... They liken the advancement of extraordinary things to climbing a high tower, so different stages are named different ladders."
"For example, the first step - [Despicable Pottery]!"
"This is the first stage of transcendence, or in other words, the apprentice level... because the transcendent power obtained is not stable, or is too weak, or is too violent, and can easily change the host itself and create many disasters, just like inferior ceramics.
, it breaks when touched, hence the name..."
"After the first step, you need to climb the second step, which is called [Ancient Bronze]... Obtain mysterious power and stability from nature, from animals and plants, from elements, from the world, from various concepts, and even great beings.
Only when your own extraordinary power reaches this point can you be considered truly 'unworldly'! Because most of this method has been handed down from ancient times, it is named [Ancient Bronze]!"