Hualin didn't know that the Yi priestess was following his footsteps. Even if he knew, it was nothing compared to what he was facing. The power he absorbed was by no means without side effects. In fact, what he did not tell Chieftain Pangang was that the pollution that made Chieftain Pangang go crazy after returning to Gala Cave was also bothering him. He was like a child playing outside the temple. What he originally heard was the sound of flowing water, the irritating chirping of cicadas on the trees, and the crowing of roosters not far away - these were all he could hear after obtaining the Heavenly Eye. He "sees" and listens to this, even if he is blindfolded, he will not step into the stream or hit the tree by mistake - this is the function of the eyes of the sky. However, now, the wall of the temple has collapsed, So the sound of running water, the chirping of cicadas and the crowing of roosters were replaced by the uniform and monotonous sound of chanting. Now he could no longer see through the illusion. Instead, he was trapped by the illusion of the past and the future.
When he looked at a tree, the tree he saw might have died long ago, or it might not have taken root yet. The ghosts of the Yi people were peeping behind the tree. It might be an illusion many years ago. They were once there. These trees lurk behind the trees waiting for the unlucky ones, and at the same time offer prayers to the Guru, hoping that the Guru will blindfold their prey and let the prey fall into the trap. They pray with bloodthirsty hearts, and these images are transmitted into the abyss. , formed part of the Great Guru, and were shown to the Yi priests by it, or them, it is also possible that these ghost figures are real scenes. After all, Hualin’s footsteps have not set foot in these places before, and the people of these places The barbarians are still making a living by robbing slaves that they have been doing for two hundred years. At the same time, it cannot be ruled out that not far away, there are priests of the Guru God who are offering prayers to their god with a warm and greedy heart. Hope that such a robbery can be organized.
He was surrounded by the sounds of prayers dedicated to the Guru, praising the Lord and asking for slaves, livestock, food and other things. Occasionally, he could distinguish a prayer from a man named Bala more than a hundred years ago. The priest of Ka, who wanted to assist his leader in plundering fifty slaves in exchange for iron tools before the slave merchants arrived, or another one came from a girl who had just converted to the Flower Goddess. She wanted to be like other people who converted to the Flower Goddess. Like a young girl, she doesn't have to go to school, but can dress up on weekdays... However, many more prayers have clung to him before he could distinguish what they were.
He had never thought about what these prayers to God were before. He thought they were just the ravings of vulgar people. Now he knew that after the words of fools were driven and defiled by unscrupulous spiritual power, they were also destructive. It was quite astonishing that these filthy prayers had no love or ideals, but only hurtful wishes. They were like snowflakes polluted by factory soot, and like gadflies mutated by radiation. They were flying around him in groups. , preparing to completely submerge him in the torrent rushing towards the abyss.
He folded his hands in front of him, knowing that although the situation in Montenegro had reached a point where he could not leave it alone, every step towards Montenegro would not be easy.
He must maintain his own consciousness.
Can't be dragged down by them.
The image of the Dance Era rose from the depths of his consciousness. Those glorious and beautiful magical cities were even more impressive than the era he lived in. They conquered dozens of worlds and shocked the demons... a thousand A chorus of voices now echoed around his consciousness: "But they perish, perish."
He knew what their confidence was. After the Dance Era passed, people in the Jialuo World who still enjoyed the fruits of that era all questioned that era. However, the followers of the Guru would never question it.
If God needs them to offer their own flesh and blood, then offer them up.
Even if the altar collapses and the priest is killed, it does not prevent them from continuing to offer sacrifices.
They gained nothing from their faith and lost a lot. However, they continued to sacrifice and continue to believe. Nothing could stop them from dedicating this world to their eternal death, just as their kind dedicates many other worlds. Same as a sacrifice.
The spell of the true immortal flowed like running water in front of his eyes. Xiao Qianqiu was talking about thousands of years of time and the way of mountains and rivers. However, the prayers were more fanatical than before. The believers did not know the beauty of the mountains and rivers, and they did not want to attain enlightenment. Eternal life, only destruction is eternal, and they are rushing toward this eternity like moths toward a flame.
Xiao Ruyun's image flashed by. She had a compassion for talents that even a true immortal could not find. She insisted on her responsibilities after the destruction of her family. She protected the remaining civilization alone in the desolation.
But she is not a true fairy, she will die eventually, and the people around her will prostrate themselves before eternal destruction, calling what she clings to "nothingness", and dedicating all of them to the real existence.
More prayers rang out, and Hualin saw countless famous fairy mountains and cities collapsed. The surviving true fairy disciples were driven into cages like cattle and sheep, and their blood was drawn and skinned. They howled and abandoned their useless magic, cursing the past. The true immortals who protect them and fight to the end think that they can become the humblest believers in this way.
"Magic is useless!"
"Immortals don't exist!"
"The way of the true immortal is just a lie!"
Their tearful confessions came from a distance, even overwhelming the prayers of many barbarian sacrifices. However, there was a weak and childish voice that they could not cover up - "I want to take a look at the outside world. "
She was a little girl in ragged clothes. She had no magic, no magic, and was not a time traveler. She was considered by everyone, including her parents, to be of similar value to an animal. However, this still did not stop her from wanting to take a look at the outside world. , instead of spending her whole life fighting with her nearest neighbor. She doesn't know what her life is, but her Taoist heart is far firmer than anyone else.
"I hope we can all see the outside world and see freedom." The former wizard murmured.
Light shines through his consciousness, and those filthy and vicious wishes still surround him, but they can no longer bother him. His eyes have returned to the clarity they should have. When he concentrates his energy, he can chant sutras. The sound was still so violent, but the sound of the stream and the chirping of cicadas were not inaudible.
He waved his hand gently and jumped to a tree that actually existed. In the distance, the thatched roof of a barbarian village was already vaguely visible.
