As he spoke, a small container made of turbid glass appeared in Viadlin's hand.
In terms of shape, it resembles a miniature "watering can".
"hiss--"
Colorless and transparent water vapor spurts out.
This liquid floated in front of me without any smell or any discomfort, but some mixed sounds began to sound in Fan Ning's head.
The sound of swirling branches, the buzzing of wings, the sound of crystals shattering
The next moment, he saw that the water vapor seemed to dissolve the dusty inner walls of the "incinerator".
The "crack" or "river bed" began to spread out of thin air, spreading deeper and deeper as it went further, indicating more distant boundaries or warning areas!
"What is this?" Fan Ning couldn't help but look at the "little watering can" in Viadlin's hand again.
It must contain some kind of extremely rare and secret substance. You must know that the Special Patrol Office can even refine things like "sneaky water", but I don't know that there is such a way!
"Lymph of a shell species." Viadlin took a step forward and motioned for Fan Ning to follow him.
Shell species? Fan Ning tried his best to recall the chaotic experiences he had in the abnormal zone, and then he could barely recall what this term meant.
According to the document "Song of the Seagulls", in the second history, giant dragons and seahorses existed, and humans lived in the dark, kneeling to eat and drink; the seahorses were non-human-like intelligent creatures, insect-like, winged, and worshiped.
By the Lord of Witnesses of a species of unknown origin; now gone, extinct like the dodo and the dragon, but the shell species never disappeared, but "lived within."
Why can their lymph fluid open up the unknown boundaries of the "incinerator"?
Incomprehensible matter.
"Carolen, when Anton entrusted me to teach you piano before his death, I'm afraid he had expectations of more than ten or twenty years in his heart. Who would have thought that I had only performed the contract intermittently for more than two years, and you had already become a master. Although, even more
I am good at composing and conducting, but I can’t teach you anything about piano. At best, it’s an equal exchange. Everyone who can reach this point has chosen an artistic path that cannot be copied.”
In an empty void of pale nothingness and ashes and smoke, Viadrin slowly walked towards the recently opened border and spoke slowly.
"But you and I are both at the third level of understanding, and the next step is to be the order executor; or we are both the 'Crescent Moon', and the next step is to be the 'torch bearer'. Although it is an extremely difficult leap, after all, in this Harvest Art Festival
During this period, everyone is considered likely to climb up, especially the latter."
"So, with the consent of Mr. Boulez, I invite you to come and have a chat at the school's headquarters, and finally tell you some secrets that may be related to it. I hope that you, as an old member, will think more about the school's friendship in the future.
It can be considered that I have fulfilled the old friend's request through 'equivalent replacement'."
Fan Ning, who was walking, saw lightning in the "spark field" outside the wreckage. They seeped in from the dark cracks and jumped around.
"Some secrets of the school?" Fan Ning asked after being silent for a while, "Gnosis or true knowledge about the remains of the 'Incinerator'? Or is it a secret related to a higher 'grid'?"
"They are all somewhat related." Viadlin nodded slightly, "Let me think about where to start."
"Are you aware of the theory about the 'Eighth Phase'?"
"About the unresolved ambiguities, the myriad threads of the hidden past, the unhealed wounds on the riverbed of time?"
"Well, I forgot. If you can survive from the abnormal zone and maintain your mind, you must have a deep understanding of the secret history."
In fact, before Fan Ning entered the abnormal zone, he received an interpretation from Master Lucter of the Southern Continent.
"Then have you ever thought about a question?"
Viadlin asked again.
"Since there is a more special kind of 'secret history' besides the seven phases, is it possible that in addition to the seven remnants of the Origin God that correspond to the main phases, there is also an eighth remnant of the Origin God
?”
Fan Ning's originally calm pupils suddenly shrank.
"I really never thought about it."
yes.
Generally speaking, objects that are rich in the power of secret history are called "paradox antiques".
So is it possible that in some unknown historical event, a "paradox antique" whose status has reached the level of the Lord of Witnesses was formed?
"It's possible."
"The school of thought in the past may have possessed such a rare object, which is comparable to the remains of the 'Incinerator', or even more amazing than this!"
Viadlin stepped across a gap that looked like a metal crack, and then his body floated diagonally upward.
"It is a legacy of Guido d'Alezzo."
"The relics of Guido D'Alezo may be a specific object, a revelation, or a key," Marquis Paul McAdam said as he walked through.
His figure passed through clouds of dim fog, the ground became riddled with holes, and the normal area of the "Corridor of Sighs" behind him was gradually moving away.
"Guido D'Alezzo? Isn't this the first leader of the guiding school?" Roy followed closely and asked doubtfully.
"Guiding the first generation leader of the school? That's right." MacAdam said with a half-smile, "Ha", "They have always insisted on claiming that, and we don't care about this kind of 'conceptual analysis'."
"Guido D'Alezo was an ancient scholar of the 'Grand Court School' of the 3rd Sturungarian Dynasty, and he had a very deep knowledge of the hidden knowledge of the God of Origin. After the fall of the dynasty, the 'Grand Court School' split.
But whether it is the Guidance School or the Bologna School, they still regard the hidden knowledge of the God of Origin as an important object of study."
"As long as it is an organization of a 'school' rather than a 'church' nature, and as long as its attitude towards the mysterious world is 'study' rather than 'belief', who would not respect Guido D'Alezzo? From us
Judging from the results of a year's research on the prehistoric mysterious organization 'Mithraism', he is most likely the founder of the 'Disenchantment' branch, that is, he broke away from the dilemma of 'belief' and embraced 'study'
Pioneer of the school of thought and organization.”
"The founder of the Disenchantment Sect," Roy frowned slightly, his thoughts diverging in leaps and bounds, "So, that mysterious message related to the 'Disenchantment Ritual' that you mentioned, the Special Patrol Office has been researching and transforming."
Charm ritual'. Including the previous appearance by Mr. Wax, the orderer, to seal the possibility of trying to explore the secrets of the Eagles mansion. Also, they put pressure on the Guidance School to covet the remains of the 'Incinerator'."
"Did Guido Dallezzo design the 'disenchantment ritual' around which all the actions revolved? What kind of ritual is this? What was it originally designed to do?"
McAdam shook his head: "I don't know."
"Perhaps it's for 'becoming a god'. The Special Patrol Office has spent all these years trying so hard to achieve Pogorelic's next goal, which is to be promoted to the Lord of Witnesses."
"If you read the original description of this ritual, you will know why the Special Inspection Office collected the remains of the God of Origin. Remember, do not discuss the 'disenchantment ritual' anywhere except in the secret area of the 'Corridor of Sighs' of the school here.
'The specific content will not work even in a dream."
As McAdam spoke, he pushed open a window that was crooked on the wall and showed signs of serious damage.
At the far end of the infinitely nested grotesque scenery, Roy saw a cyan storm, sharp light and staggered steps.
"Where is the secret realm of migration, the 'Chaotic Heavenly Level'?" Roy exclaimed, "Why can you observe a frame of the scene of the Special Patrol Office?"
"Because, I have found a divination method to sense 'disaster'." McAdam showed an enigmatic smile.
"His remains are contained in the 'Chaos Heaven Level', but he will be behind you now, briefly."
Roy suddenly turned around and found that he was surrounded by mirror-like clouds and cloud-like mirrors. Of course, this strange scene only passed by like an illusion.
But there were some words and sentences composed of Tulungarian that stayed in her visual remnants for a few seconds longer——
"The hour of its stasis is noon, the number of its keys is three, the number of its witnesses is seven, and its price is innumerable."