If the observatory and the superstar room are the eyes of the White Tower.
The Hall of Prophecy, then, is the heart of the White Tower.
This is the space closest to destiny, and the entire hall is made of stones of destiny.
As long as you are in it, people with a little talent for prophecy can see the strings of fate and play the symphony of fate.
The prophecy of the source, which is related to the fate of the entire kingdom, is naturally carried out in this hall.
The body of Anosadag, the ancient god of destiny, is placed on the altar in the center of the hall.
Nineteen pieces in total, including most of the Ancient God of Destiny's torso, half of his head, half of his hands and one leg.
The Ancient God of Destiny dismembered himself piece by piece in his divine tower and on his altar of destiny, and used the power of God to make materials out of his own corpse.
This is the ultimate destiny material.
There is no material that can stand side by side with it, and it is the last remaining part of this world.
Others have been used.
The ceremony of the Prophecy of the Source, including the preparation time before the ceremony, has already taken half a year.
Trorian worked hard for its success.
In order to fulfill this prophecy, the White Tower used all its power.
Meredith, the Lord of the White Tower, put aside all matters and took charge personally.
Now, it's finally done.
Purple light covered the dome, changing bubbles loomed in the air, and the power of the river of destiny ran through the entire hall.
All the prophets, tower observers, and astrologers all retreated outside the hall.
Including the great prophet Ietta.
Meredith, the Lord of the White Tower, was the only one left in the entire hall.
He was covered in thousands of brilliance, carrying invisible strings, and walked step by step towards the center of the hall.
Everyone looked at him nervously, and many people knelt down and prayed devoutly.
The prophecy of the source has reached the final step, and the prophecy's aura is gathering in the center of the hall.
The gleam of substance showed that the scale of this prophecy was unprecedented.
It even went beyond the limits of what most people here could imagine.
Yes.
At first, no one could imagine that the prophecy of the source could reach this level.
It started from an accident.
During a routine prophecy, Meredith suddenly triggered her intuition and saw the shadow of the future.
The fleeting image shocked him. In order to pursue its truth, Meredith resolutely activated the Prophecy of the Source.
Initially, they used the fragmentary materials in the Book of Destiny as the core material of the prophecy, but the prophecy soon failed.
After many studies, Meredith determined that the future he predicted was too huge, involved too many causes and effects, and the strength of the fate materials was far from enough, which led to the failure of the prediction.
It was also because of this that Wangcheng had a trip to Sagus City.
Ancient evil thoughts were mixed into it, and efforts were made to stop them, which also proved the importance of this prophecy from the side.
When the expedition team got back the only remaining materials of Destiny, this prophecy that surpassed all others could finally begin.
The remains of the God of Destiny withstood the backlash of the great prophecy and satisfied the terrifying needs of the ritual operation.
After more than a month of hard work by Baita, they finally reached the final step.
The ritual's demand for the power of destiny has also reached an unimaginable height.
Everyone is staring at the center of the hall, hoping that the destiny material can withstand the final pressure and complete the prophecy.
Every time Meredith took a step closer, the aura of destiny flickered, the brilliance on his body dimmed, and the material of destiny disappeared.
Everyone's heart also beats.
Some prophets couldn't bear the pressure and fainted.
But no one paid attention or even glanced at them.
Even the always calm great prophet Iyetta was covered in cold sweat and stared at his teacher without daring to blink.
"It must succeed."
He said silently in his heart.
"If it fails, there will no longer be such powerful materials, and such a prophecy of the source will never appear again."
Such an unprecedented power of destiny shocked his nerves. Ietta watched the teacher walk towards the central altar. The aura of destiny gradually fell from the altar and slowly gathered into a circle.
Now, all that's left of the circle is a gap.
"Quick, teacher!"
Iyetta urged anxiously in her heart.
"This is the last step."
Everyone's heart was in their throats.
The pressure in the hall was staggering, and Meredith was slow to take the step.
"What are you waiting for, teacher?"
Iyeta's eyes almost popped out, and his palms were filled with water.
Suddenly, he noticed a shadow in the altar.
"What is this? Why is there a corrupt power here?"
At this moment, Iyeta felt that his heart fell into the ice cave.
However, the next moment, a warm firelight illuminated everyone.
A flaming figure fell among them.
This was a human figure made of golden flames, and Ietta recognized it at a glance.
The incarnation of the king!
Its arrival is equivalent to the arrival of the king.
"king?"
Iyeta exclaimed.
"Why are you here?"
Wang smiled faintly: "How can I not come to such an important ceremony as the prophecy of the source?"
The golden firelight illuminated the entire prophecy hall, and the trace of black disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph, a rat in the gutter, still trying to interfere with the prophecy of the source?"
Iyeta was shocked: "What is that?"
"The corrupting power of ancient evil thoughts. They once masterminded the overthrow of the Starry Kingdom, and now they want to do it again."
"What?" Iyetta's whole body felt bad, and he didn't know about it yet.
The king briefly repeated the information that Rhodes told them, explaining that there were three powerful ancient evil thoughts named Ake, Ahe, and Alan. They were probably hiding in the royal city, waiting for opportunities to subvert Trorian.
"pity."
Wang sighed.
"I didn't catch his tail, otherwise Rhodes could destroy it."
Iyetta was shocked again: "The evil thoughts of ancient times are immortal, right?"
Wang smiled and said: "So what if he is immortal? Haven't you heard of the black rice bucket? Rhodes can eat anything, and ancient evil thoughts are no exception."
Iyetta felt that he had been severely shocked and could not speak anymore, so he had to turn his eyes back to the hall.
The same is true for most people. Even the arrival of the king cannot make them look away.
At this moment, Meredith finally moved.
He took the final step, and the circle of destiny was completed.
The prediction came true!
Cheers suddenly flooded the entire White Tower.
Everyone was howling crazily, hugging, taking off their clothes, and running to vent their excitement.
But the restlessness off the court didn't bother Meredith.
He calmly raised his hand and gently touched the circle of destiny.
At that moment, the infinite power of fate enveloped him, and the world in front of him turned upside down, filled with brilliance. In just an instant, he came to another space.
The long river of fate is flowing under him, and the boundless time is flowing around him.
Meredith knew that the Prophecy of the Source had been successful and that he would see the future.
"bring it on."
"Let's see what's waiting for us."
Meredith looked over.
The power of fate follows his gaze into the infinite distance. Destiny is the most elusive force, but at this moment it is as supple as his pet.
The colorful strings of fate lifted the mists of time, and a corner of the future came into Meredith's eyes.
It was endless darkness, with billowing black clouds stretching into the depths of the universe.
Huge chaotic amorphous masses stirred in the boundless space, and invisible noise filled the space.
The black sea rose from under the void, and the terrifying giant beast poked its head out of the sea.
Fear, despair, silence, destruction.
"No!"
"No no no! No!"
"What is this? What do I see?"
"Oh my god, disaster, unspeakable disaster, destruction, inevitable destruction."
Meredith's whole body was trembling. The former master of the White Tower had no image at the moment, and she just wanted to stretch her neck to see clearly.
"Great horror!"
"The great terror is coming!"
"Unprecedented disaster, hopeless fate, black fog, black fog will swallow everything!"
"No, it's impossible. There must be a solution! Humanity will not perish! Civilization will be passed on and the fire will never be cut off!"
"Destiny, destiny, let me see the chance of survival. Human beings must have the means to survive."
Meredith stepped forward tremblingly, but the future was getting further and further away from him.
The mists of time are closing, and the colorful strings of fate are dimming.
"The power of destiny is not enough!"
Meredith suddenly discovered that the remains of the Ancient God of Destiny were becoming transparent, as if they were about to be erased from the world.
"No, no, no, no!"
Meredith reached out in a vain attempt to grab something.
But time and fate flowed from his hands like sand.
The power of the prophecy of the source is not enough to accomplish this goal.
"what to do?"
Meredith's heart tightened. This prophecy was unprecedented. Without the remaining material of the ancient god of destiny, prophecies of this scale could no longer be made.
This is the last chance.
However, the long river of time is speeding up and passing him away.
The prophecy is coming to an end.
However, at this moment, Meredith suddenly became quiet.
He suddenly thought of his teacher.
Many years ago, he faced the same lack of prophecy in his prophecy of the king's origin.
In the end, he burned himself up, used his soul to complete this miraculous prophecy of the source, and left behind those famous words.
"The next king of Trollian will lead the surviving humans in the Dark Age to restore their former glory."
Meredith suddenly woke up and knew what to do.
In the hall of prophecy.
Everyone suddenly noticed that Meredith's body suddenly burned with pale flames.
The raging fire swallowed him up in the blink of an eye, and a more powerful force of destiny blew up like a storm.
The long river of fate emerged from the void and flooded the entire hall.
Meredith's soul rose into the sky, and infinite aura shone on his forehead.
Everyone was shocked by this unusual turn of events, but no one knew what happened. The era of the previous Lord of the White Tower was too far away, and the prophecy of the source at that time was too secretive. No one had experienced the scene at that time. Very few people know the complete truth.
Except Ietta.
He could tell at a glance that his teacher was heading towards the same end as his teacher's teacher.
"teacher!"
Iyeta yelled, tears streaming down his face at some point.
Wang also knew what was happening, but there was nothing he could do at the moment.
The aura of destiny flooded the entire prophecy hall. Meredith's soul was rapidly dissipating. His influence on the present world was rapidly weakening, but his ability to observe the future was rapidly increasing.
Finally, he saw a glimmer of hope in the endless destruction and dark fate.
"Ancient God!"
"The only hope is hidden in the ancient gods!"
"Look for the ancient gods and find a glimmer of hope in the doomsday of destruction!"
Horrifying pain swept through Meredith's body, and the feeling of fire and cutting penetrated his will. His soul was suffering the backlash from fate. This was the most secret knowledge in the world.
"No, it's too vague. I need to know more!"
Meredith moved forward as hard as she could, her soul falling apart.
"I want to know the origin of the black mist!"
"I want to know how to eliminate the black mist!"
"Ah, what is this? A name... Royger!"
"Roiger!"
Bang!
His soul was scattered and extinguished, and with it the aura of destiny was extinguished.
Everyone was finally able to open their eyes.
The prophecy hall was not damaged, but all the ritual tools were destroyed, the prophecy altar was torn apart, and all the destiny materials turned into white ash.
Meredith collapsed in front of the altar, motionless.
"teacher!"
Ieta stepped forward, but before his fingers touched the teacher's body, he turned into ashes.
The robe of the Lord of the White Tower fell to the ground, blowing up a few grains of white ash.
The world in front of Ieta seemed to have lost its color. He was in a trance for a moment, as if something touched him briefly and then left.
Two words suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Ancient God!"
"Roiger!"
At the same time, the robe of the Lord of the White Tower began to spontaneously ignite, and soon burned to black ashes.
Wang walked forward and saw black ashes and white ashes spread on the ground, which naturally formed three paragraphs.
"The great terror will come from the unknown, and the end of destruction is in the not-too-distant future."
"The only vitality is hidden among the ancient gods."
"Finding the origin of this special name."
The invisible wind blew, messing up the writing, and a black shadow covered the ashes, drowning everything.
But it was firmly etched in Wang's mind.
Verbatim.
Wang looked solemn and bowed deeply to Meredith's ashes.
"May the fire be everlasting and may the heroes be immortal."
(End of chapter)
