Especially for such great beings, once they form consciousness, they will inevitably have an impact on the entire world.
Whether it is the spiritual realm or the material realm!
Chai Anping stared at the silver mirror, unable to feel any emotion from it, which was unimaginable in the fifth depth.
The creations and creatures here all amplify their own emotions and turn them into their own power and minions.
Is it true that Silver Mirror has no spiritual intelligence at all, or is it so powerful that it can easily cover up its own power?
"I want... to live truly..."
Silver Mirror is still talking:
"Unwilling..."
"anger……"
"Resentment..."
"I reflect everything, but I possess nothing." He expressed the most complete sentence.
"Sad... false."
"Happiness is also false."
Chai Anping was touched. This surging instinct was the deepest subconscious of this ice lake, reflecting the loneliness behind all reality.
"Deal... deal..."
The silver mirror started the cycle again. Chai Anping pondered for a moment, slowly raised his head, and said solemnly: "I need you to promise that no matter whether you fail or succeed, you will not endanger our safety, let alone take actions that destroy the two worlds easily.
.”
"I protect... your safety."
“Without construction…how can we talk about destruction?”
A ray of silver light flew out of the mirror and fell into Chai Anping's hands.
The light gradually dissipated, and a silver ring was quietly placed on his index finger. No matter how hard he pulled it, he couldn't get it off.
"The deal...is established!"
Chai Anping: "..."
No, you are just buying and selling by force!
However, he was sure that he would agree in the end. Being able to form such a deep relationship with such a noble being was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"When you are lost, it will protect you and guide you."
Chai Anping rubbed his fingers over the pattern on the ring. If he had known he would have made a few more requests, who would have known that this silver mirror would die instantly?
Could it be that He has seen through his own thoughts?
Yes, the silver mirror reflects all things, and even the gods have nowhere to hide in front of Him. How can your thoughts be hidden from His eyes?
Subconsciously restraining his thoughts, Chai Anping turned and left.
The entire cave gradually became silent, leaving only the dull and low buzzing sound emitted by the walls as energy surged through.
"call--"
After walking out of the cave, Chai Anping found that Orn was no longer there.
"It seems Ornn has made a choice."
Chai Anping looked at the string of footprints left on the snow and smiled slightly.
In this way, he wants to take Anivia back even more.
"Let's go."
He patted the drunken bluebird and set off towards the center.
core!
There is already an ice abyss in the central area of the fifth depth, so what is there at the real core?
A long bridge across the sky directly sent him out of the snowy area, and also thoughtfully pointed out the direction for him.
At a glance, the River Styx seems to be right in front of you.
The huge river covered the sky, and the flowing waves surged and water fell from time to time. The water flowing out of the Styx River would cause heavy rain when it fell, and an area would be flooded from time to time.
The rain turns the earth into a breeding ground for monsters, and the flying undead mixed with it will grow into new monsters, or become food for other spiritual monsters.
Under the River Styx, countless absurd and strange horror dreams were born.
The silver ring on Chai Anping's hand shone brightly, sheltering Chai Anping and the blue bird in a hazy light shield.
The shimmering path automatically appeared in Chai Anping's eyes.
"Autopilot is on!"
What a ghost!
Chai Anping's expression was solemn. He glanced down at the blue bird, and then said solemnly: "Dear partner, we may have to cross the Styx."
"……choke?"
More than half an hour later (after receiving two signals from Heimerdinger), Jade Bird finally determined that Chai Anping was not joking.
At this moment, they had arrived in front of the River Styx.
Less than one meter away from the cold river water.
The wails of the undead were like a demonic sound filling the ears, and strange creatures were tumbling in the turbid river water. They were naked and disgustingly pale skin, swimming in the water, looking like a big and flexible spider.
Chai Anping took a deep breath and got in facing the river water.
The light shield generated by the silver ring blocked out all the river water, and it still seemed stable and had some remaining power.
This discovery made Qingniao, who was subconsciously holding his breath, relax a little.
The River Styx they crossed was more like an upside-down waterfall than a river. Undercurrents came from all directions in the river. If it were not for the protection of the silver ring, Chai Anping was sure that he would not be able to cross it.
Cross the river!
If the Acheron finger bone on Jinx's back is extracted, it might be more possible!
The light mask protected Chai Anping, allowing him and the blue bird to flow along the river to the other side of the Styx.
Monsters hiding in the river want to attack, but they are all isolated by the silver ring.
The route in Chai Anping's eyes was constantly revised, which convinced him that they were indeed still approaching the fifth-depth hub.
"The River Styx seems to be protecting this place..."
If you look high enough, you can see that the Styx is hovering in the sky, wrapping a piece of land without any gaps, and including it under protection.
How could they have set foot in such a place without the help of the Mirror Spirit?
Even in the third depth, Chai Anping had encountered fatal threats, let alone the fifth depth, which was full of crises!
And here there is no desperate situation that no one can reach!
In the depths where the light was gradually swallowed up by the river water, the sound of water flow quietly changed strangely.
Chai Anping listened attentively.
Those are heavy and profound bytes:
"Death...silence...destination..."
"Heavy...sad...painful..."
"Die...die...die!"
Chai Anping was confused by the deep voice, and he felt familiar as never before.
Although he didn't know this peculiar pronunciation, the meaning of all the confusing bytes suddenly came to his mind.
The dull sound of water gradually became like a waterfall, shouting and roaring towards the sky.
"Death! Death!"
A song suddenly sounded:
“He once wanted the most moving songs to stop on the banks of the River Styx, so that the confused souls could feel at ease.
He once built a pontoon for drowning people so that pedestrians would no longer have to wade in the water.
He once created reincarnation with his own hands to renew the fate of all sentient beings.
He holds a sickle and a sword, a torch and flowers.
His name is——
Ou Chen.
Ou Chen.
His name is Ou Chen!"
Chai Anping shed tears unconsciously from the corners of his eyes, and then he suddenly realized that this language was the ancient language that could communicate death.