Chapter 807

In order to find the truth from the uncertain future, USVI's great prophet entered the most secret spirit stone tower in the ark world, where he could safely enter the deepest part of sub space——

Sub space is a vast ocean, which is uncontrollable, rolled up by storms all day, destroyed by dangerous ocean currents and inhabited by deadly predators.

In this rough sea, there are many islands. Some of them are not stable, but drift with the waves, which is associated with its power, but never go deep below the sea surface to avoid being swallowed up.

Each island is connected with other islands by a long bridge, and the long bridge itself is decorated with castles and cities, some of which can accommodate millions of souls.

This is an ancient, labyrinth like bridge. Its arch collapsed, and the relentless changes of times have already swallowed up its bridge piers. In some places, it was just submerged by the rising tide, and in other places, it has sunk deep under the sea.

Predators learned to walk where they rolled and continued to touch the water. However, they were not born with the ability to breathe freely, and the time they could leave the ocean was very limited.

They cannot drift away from their unique world, but they yearn for light from the outside world.

Imagine that in the same situation, everything is caused by primitive emotion rather than material, so you can have a vague concept of sub space and network.

For eldral uslan, the great prophet of USVI's Ark world, this metaphor is too superficial.

Whether in the body of an adarin or on a crystal channel of the ark world, a soul can also affect the sub space by distorting the space in the material world, and the network also connects them all together, just like a network of cables extending and running through various bridges, guiding energy from one end of the milky way to the other.

The eternal matrix, as he called it, was once a part of the netway. The greatest achievement under the rule of the adarin nationality was not only the correlation between the settled worlds, but also the connection of each born adarin individual at the basic level.

Long before the decline of the group, when the adarin had been consumed by the gods born from their own degenerate desires, their souls had been collected by the eternal matrix.

Every soul can be reborn, the dead revived, the soul reincarnated, or reborn.

Eldral has no clear confidence in the seemingly accurate mechanism, but he knows it may work again.

This is the purpose of his soul journey here.

Standing on the broken bridge, eldral overlooks the waters where sharks lurk waiting for opportunities. A closed island submerged under the relentless waves hides all the secrets about the past, present and future within reach.

In the eyes of a mortal, the naked tears waterfall is just like its name. The flowing green and blue energy pours down from the gap of the net barrier and interweaves into a magnificent waterfall.

It divides the magnificent hall the size of the city's ruling hall into two, and surrounds it with smooth crystal walls full of gray and black lines.

Eldral stood in the center of the hall, looking at the roaring waterfall.

What stayed here was not his body, but the projection of his soul. Therefore, his appearance was still young, wearing a purple gray light robe, his Scepter was as slender as a light, his Wavy long hair was scattered on his shoulders, and the rest was wrapped behind his head with a golden ribbon tied with a teardrop like ruby in front of his forehead.

He moved effortlessly, and every step seemed to float in the air, relying on the power of the mind rather than the body.

The knowledge and truth he needs and seeks are hidden behind the unpredictable veil.

The prophet divined with runes three times, and the result of each time led him to the road to tears without cover,

Even though he was a little moved by the physical beauty, his psychic mind still explored the nonphysical structure around him - which in itself was a valuable breakthrough.

The original sub space force does not know what is causality. There is no boundary between the past, the present and the future.

The boots gently stepped on the marble ground, and the prophet was closer and closer to the waterfall.

Among the splashing water, there was a vague shadow sliding like a snake, as if he had never noticed him.

Then he took a small bottle from his belt, which was inlaid with crystal with a similar appearance to the barrier. It was called the bottle of soul, and its purpose was similar to the spirit bone used by his people to preserve spiritual energy.

Similar, but still different. Compared with conduction, the bottle of soul mainly plays a role of isolation and protection in spirit - ordinary thinking cannot penetrate it.

This is a material that can resist sub space hazards, or, in this case, is used to contain it.

The moment he started, the bottle almost frozen his fingers.

For eldral, the bottle is not a physical object, but a projection of its counterpart in the world.

In this place, this is enough.

As his arms spoke, the prophet was only a step away from the waterfall when he felt a gentle breeze blowing across his cheeks.

He turned around at the stop, trying to find a door between the walls with nothing but smooth crystal,

In front of the door stood a young adarin, or something similar.

The image of this adaling family is more like being refracted through a special lens. The newcomer reveals a frenzy from his appearance. His waist branches are full, his long neck is slender, and his long golden hair can fall to the ground when it is scattered, as if it were woven into a symbol wrapped around his body.

A silver robe is deliberately cut in the shoulder and thigh, so that the sick pale pink skin can be seen at a glance.

From the tiny sharp face, a pair of eyes like polished sapphire stared at him.

Subconsciously, that face reminded him of his student, Veronica.

After a heartbeat, eldral noticed that the visitor's hands were crossed in front of the chest fixed with a single row of buttons, and the other pair of arms were politely clenched on a small part of his back.

There is no doubt that the identity of the intruder was immediately revealed by an additional pair of limbs.

"The Secret Keeper..."

He whispered out the name, mixed with cold fear and a warning that the powerful devil had sneaked in.

"Eldral."

The sound penetrated the soul like silk thread, bringing a strong caress, like a debauchery invitation.

The devil grinned and showed a sharp tooth like the tip of a needle.

The prophet stared at him and whispered:

"Aren't you tired of being exiled?"

Eldral slipped the vial back into his pocket and created the illusion of a golden blade in its position.

"And are you tired of my return?"

The devil's enchanting answer, in addition to a flirtatious side head, still maintained a still posture.

Eldral glanced at the falls. They had not changed. If the Secret Keeper wanted to summon his demon servant from the water, he had not done so at least now.

"Why are you here?"

The prophet asked, stepping away from the power of sub space.

"To invite you to look deeper ~"

The devil answered with a smile.

"There you will find everything you desire."

"And you think it's a temptation that will trap me?"

The devil's four arms made a rather impressive shrug.

"I have a reason to be called a Secret Keeper."

Then it waved its hands towards the mysterious waterfall.

"I promise you I won't interfere with you."

"It's as if the words of a great devil have any value."

The great devil tried to make a wounded expression, but couldn't help smiling cunningly.

"Drink some water here, eldral. That's why you're here, isn't it?"

The prophet clenched his teeth, narrowed his eyes and watched the embodiment of the servant of the hungry and thirsty.

"I can see your intention, lie Weaver. You think if you show enough enthusiasm, I will refuse you to stop you, but the truth is that you don't want me to drink water and try to distort my mind through these tricks."

"Of course."

The demon acknowledged with a mocking sad expression:

"I should never expect to surpass a great wise man like you, eldral. I am so stupid that I try to do so. I should call a large group of my demon servants and never tear your soul out of your body."

The words of the Secret Keeper struck a chord in his heart, which forced eldral to stop again as he walked towards the waterfall.

He frowned and thought, trying to read some of the devil's true intentions from his words, but not surprisingly, he saw nothing but fraud.

"There's a little riddle."

The Secret Keeper carried his four slender arms behind his back and began to circle around eldral, keeping the same distance from each other.

"Do you realize and see a bluff trick, or do you inadvertently witness and agree to a tangled double trick? You think you have been lost or free from the interweaving of love and hate of my hostess, but I still hate and love you, eldral. Your arrogance and self-confidence will be the reason for your redemption or degeneration, and all this will make me feel more proud Grief, anger or sweetness, because it will destroy you and my people with your and my hands. "

Eldral stepped back to make sure that the magical water and the devil were in sight. Various possibilities flashed through his mind, but a simple answer suddenly came out.

"You know no matter what you say, I won't believe it. Therefore, you need to say what I want to hear and what I won't hear."

As he spoke, eldral walked towards the waterfall, which made the ground tremble and roar in his ears, but he knew that it was just his mortal senses trying to understand the incomprehensible.