Light Barrier

Chapter 234

There was a "beep" sound.

A drop of water fell from a high altitude, as if traveling through a thousand layers of mirrors, and finally fell into a calm lake.

The lake itself is also like a mirror.

This drop of water should have splashed out ripples...but it didn't. It seemed that the water droplet was not digging into a calm lake, but an ethereal cloud.

An old man wrapped in mist sat on the lake.

He slowly looked up.

Above are layers of lakes and layers of mirrors. In fact... this is an ivory tower with no top. Due to the concentration of extraordinary source matter, the space inside the tower can no longer be measured with the naked eye.

"You should know that over the years...the core of the Tower of Source has been weakening."

The lake was blocked by fog. As the words fell, the calm lake began to tremble... A young man wearing a moon-white robe, who seemed to have come from an ancient myth, slowly came to the old man.

"Everything I do... is for the Tower of Origin and the future of Wuzhou."

He walked in a strange way. One leg was lame, so one leg was high and the other was low.

"Lord God...you are here."

The old man used honorifics to the young man and he was about to stand up.

The moment he stood up.

There are invisible chains on all sides of the lake, which appear instantly. These chains are tight, locking the old man firmly in the center of the lake.

This is the greatest "prophet" of the Tower of Source, and his divination has never been wrong.

But... also a prisoner.

He was entangled by countless spiritual chains and imprisoned in this world of thousands of overlapping mirrors.

Rather than saying this is imprisonment, it is better to say... this is protection. Without the wrapping of these chains, his spirit would have collapsed long ago. The extraordinary laws operating in the dark will have an extremely strong backlash against thieves who are spying on the future.

His old and withered appearance is exactly the result of the law.

He looks like he has lived for two hundred years, is skinny and bones, and may fall apart at any time...but in fact, he is far from living to this age.

The Dionysian smiled gently, sat cross-legged in front of the old man, and said softly: "No need to be polite, your energy should be used where it should be used... This time I am looking for you, I want to confirm something with you. "

"It's about Dongzhou."

The old man sat down again, and the countless chains disappeared.

"Sometimes, the truth you think is more important than the real truth. If you don't want to see it, then just believe that he is still alive. Why should you care about my divination?"

The old man spoke.

"The more transcendent a person is from the ordinary world, the more he is bound by layers of shackles... This is why I dare not 'see'." Dionysus murmured to himself, revealing his heart, "I have been I have paid the price for my 'multiple vision'."

"..."

The old man laughed dumbly and shook his head. He actually could not understand the fear of Dionysus.

Even if the divination is 100% successful... it doesn't mean that he knows everything. There are some people and things that he cannot predict, such as the young man in front of him.

Divination has completely lost its effect on the throne.

Beings that cannot be divined naturally cannot show the so-called "divination results".

Can someone as powerful as Dionysus still have fear? He saw something he shouldn't have seen... was it about Gu Changzhi?

"......Thanks."

The divination results were confirmed, but Dionysian's appearance did not improve.

For him, this divination can't change anything...he still has to make a choice.

Dionysus stood up and left the lake.

"Crack-"

The second drop of water fell.

This water droplet penetrated the lake mirror above, fell from the infinitely high tower, and hit the prophet in front of the prophet. The boy in the moon-white robe who stood up disappeared into the world as the water droplet fell.

This is a pure, spiritual fictional world.

And this meeting... was only a "meeting" on a spiritual level.

The prophet lowered his head and stared at the water droplets that had disappeared into the lake. He maintained this posture, and his whole body was like a stone sculpture, immersed in silence... He returned to the normal state of loneliness, and the world was terrifyingly quiet.

The only voice.

Just a constant, continuous sound of water dripping.

This is the only weight and measure in this endless tower.

The length of the conversation with Dionysus... took exactly the time it took for a drop of water to fall.

And this time, in the real world.

Just for a second.