The purple vine forest was not as big as expected, at least from the current perspective. The sailors who got off the Black Pearl only spent half an hour walking through the entire forest area, and did not find anything unusual along the way.
Wendy pointed to a convex rock directly in front of her, "Captain, should we take a rest first?"
"Um."
Jack nodded expressionlessly, and the sailors immediately gathered a pile of purple branches to light a bonfire. When the flames shot up and the firelight shone on everyone's faces, the slightly tense atmosphere relaxed slightly.
Food such as white bread, smoked bacon, and red ham on the Segal River were roasted brown by the campfire, exuding an alluring aroma. The sailors guessed what was on this island while eating.
"You said that on the unknown islands, what else could there be other than extraordinary species?" asked a lean sailor with a sharp mouth, high cheekbones and short hair.
"I don't know, I just boarded the ship not long ago, but when I was in Venice Water City, I heard from local adventurers that there is a high probability that there will be temples on unknown islands, and sometimes you can encounter lost treasures. You know what these mean What?"
"What does it mean?"
An Eastern Roman man with dark skin, dark brown curly hair, and thick lips answered:
"That means women, gold pounds, and if you're lucky, even the ability to become a priest like our great captain!"
When the priesthood was mentioned, the sailors burst into laughter, and everyone's face showed a look of longing, as if they could no longer bear it.
Jack did not join the discussion. He looked at the surrounding environment cautiously. This island was very strange. No matter it was in the air or on the ground, except for the sound of them walking and talking, there was no other sound.
The journey was uneventful, which was definitely not a good sign. In the past, there were many records of exploring unknown areas in the church books. At least so far, none of the islands in the Florence area was safe.
"Stop chatting, hurry up and explore after eating. I don't know what dangers are hidden in this ghost place."
Hearing Jack's words, the sailors stopped chatting and began to swallow bread and ham faster. After a short rest, this group of exploration teams composed of sailors continued to set off again.
"Captain, how long do we need to explore this time?" John Ming came over and asked softly.
"For a quarter of an hour at most, you can be considered a priest in the initial sequence. Didn't you find any problems?"
"question?"
"That's right. If you're not sure yet, maybe you can take a look at what time it is?" Jack's rough face showed a trace of solemnity.
John Ming was stunned for a moment, then looked at the pocket watch hanging on his body and said suddenly:
"10:11, how is it possible, Captain...this?"
"Shh!"
Jack raised his left hand and put his index finger to his mouth, making a forbidden gesture.
"I have always suspected that the darkness here is affected by some supernatural power. Perhaps the reason is on this island. The diaries from those sailing ships also illustrate these problems."
"Danger and opportunity coexist, it's still the same. Unless there is nothing on this island, or we die on the island, otherwise..."
"Otherwise we will get the opportunity to become priests of a higher order." John Ming showed a hint of enthusiasm in his eyes and whispered in agreement.
"That's right!"
The corner of Jack's mouth rose, as if he had seen himself gaining powerful extraordinary power, leading the sailors on the Black Pearl, and sailing continuously on the blue sea.
.........
Time passed by, and the five sailors of the exploration team quickly walked across the plain and entered the dark forest with almost no light.
Every tree in the forest is extremely large, and they all have a common feature, that is, the bark is in the shape of obvious grooves, as if it was carved with some sharp object.
Black spotted tree? No, no, it's an obsidian tree?
I didn't expect to see extraordinary plants here casually. It is said that the obsidian tree is one of the main materials for drawing the Crow's Path Blasphemy card.
Unfortunately, this kind of tree is exuded with curses. Only high-sequence priests who are immune to the curse, or artifacts with similar abilities, have the ability to pick.
Jack withdrew his slightly greedy gaze. As he walked, he paid attention to his steps to avoid encountering other extraordinary plants or creatures that seemed to have no problems, but in fact were very problematic.
Fortunately, this road is very safe. Except for the cursed obsidian tree, there are no other problematic things.
As for the obsidian tree, as long as you are not stupid enough to attack it, the curse's characteristics will not spread and harm the surrounding environment.
Jack didn't speak during the whole journey, and Wendy, the obese bosun on the Black Pearl, who had been following behind him, also remained silent for the first time.
John scratched his brown curly hair with an iron hook even though he was fine. He wanted to say something, but because the surroundings were too quiet and the four sailors around him still needed to explore further, he finally chose silence.
The group of people walked for about ten minutes. Jack instinctively became irritated and began to suspect that there should be some unknown problems in this jungle. Otherwise, why would he be unable to get out after wandering around for most of the day?
Just as he was about to activate his extraordinary abilities and float up to the sky to look down, he heard the shouts of the sailors at the front.
"Captain, there is an open space ahead."
The young sailor at the front was holding a torch, and he looked at the vast plain with some excitement.
Just when he was about to say something more, a dull and suppressed crash suddenly came from the front, like a tombkeeper ringing a bell, and a sense of fear instantly enveloped everyone.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Shh!"
Jack immediately made a movement to forbid him from speaking. He quickly moved forward and took the torch from one of the sailors. When the light from the red flame was projected over, the scene in front gradually became clearer, and the sounds he heard became clearer. It's becoming more and more obvious.
Huge undead creatures composed of rickets or crawling white bones. They are holding stones, wood, broken biological bodies and other things, stacking or placing them, as if they are building something.
It looks like a somewhat dilapidated temple from the outside. Inside the temple, there is a strange stone sculpture that looks like a combination of an octopus and a giant dragon.
"Temple?"
Jack's eyes narrowed, and the clenched fingers of his left hand immediately spread out. He looked at John Ming and Wendy behind him feverishly and said:
"There's a lost temple ahead."
Just as Jack finished speaking, suddenly, those huge creatures in the underworld made of skeletons seemed to sense something. At the same time, they stopped what they were doing, turned around in unison, and looked at the few outsiders...
………
Above the royal court, in the majestic residence palace covered by gray-white sea water, Weinerson sat on the top bronze throne, holding the black card that had just appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"Is this the blasphemous card of the spiritual master of Sequence Path 9? It is indeed different from other ordinary cards."
He stared at the black card and vaguely saw a complex and obscure symbol emerging on the surface of the card.
It seemed to be composed of a hidden eye and five twisted tentacles, but the whole thing was very chaotic and had a strong impact on the spirit.
At this moment, the voice of Gorot from the Deep Diving Abyss sounded again.
"A spiritual master is manifested by an excellent mental state. The spirit can be used to detect, image, and influence. It can also use telekinesis and control objects. These all represent certain extraordinary abilities."
"My great, supreme master, the spiritual master is also your initial sequence path. I think you should know how to use it to awaken the great power sleeping in your body again."
Weinerson was stunned for a moment after hearing this. This was the first time he had touched a profane card. How could he know how to use it?
Wait, touch? Why do I say the word touch?
Could it be that the essential meaning of touching the extraordinary is to touch it with your hands?
Isn't this a little too simple? And I already have the blasphemy card in my hand, so this should be considered touching, right?
Weinerson suddenly had a toothache, but he did not rush to ask Gothro, but looked more carefully at the blasphemous card that represented the spiritual master of Path 9.
Suddenly, an indescribable feeling surged into his heart, and his eyes fell bit by bit on the symbol composed of the hidden eye and twisted tentacles.
Touch...mean touch the symbol?
I don’t know why, but the longer he looked at this weird symbol, the more Weinerson wanted to touch it with his hands and possess it, as if he was possessed by it. But behind this most primitive desire, there was an unknown fear that was uncontrollable.
He suddenly remembered a sentence he once heard:
"The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown." Now, he deeply understands the fear that comes from the unknown.
Is this the power of the Blasphemy Card? My guess was correct.
Weinerson took a deep breath, spread out the blasphemy card with his palm, and let it hover in the air. Then he stretched out his left hand, stretched his fingertips, and touched the hidden pattern on the card.
Tick tock! Tick tock!
A sound like water drops suddenly sounded in his heart, the blasphemy card disappeared, and then an invisible force began to pour into his body crazily. He twitched in pain and fell directly on the bronze throne.
what happened?
Is the operation wrong?
Weinerson's whole body tensed up, and huge drops of blood began to seep out from the capillaries on the surface of his skin. His clothes quickly turned red, as if he were a skinned flesh and blood monster.
I feel that my mind is expanding, my spirit is separating, my soul... my soul is changing independently...
Weinerson tried his best to control himself. He suddenly understood in his mind that this was a hurdle that he had to cross to touch the extraordinary. If he crossed it, he would become extraordinary. If he couldn't cross it, he would only be reduced to this bloody monster.
Perhaps this was the reason why the initial blasphemous card sequence was the lowest. After only ten seconds, the squeezing pain subsided like sea water.
As soon as he took over the control of his body, he quickly and consciously collected his spiritual consciousness, and recovered his spiritual consciousness bit by bit. Only when all of it was collected, the blood redness on the surface of his skin faded away and became smooth again.
"This is the touch of the extraordinary..."
Powerful mental power was released from the inside out, and the amber eyes seemed to be filled with layers of illusory ripples, like deep pools of water.
At this moment, he officially stepped into the transcendent world and became a priest, sequence path 9 - spiritual master!
Weinerson breathed a sigh of relief, and then the cold voice of Gorot from the Deep Diving Abyss rang in his ears, echoing throughout the ancient and majestic royal court like a declaration.
"He is the ancient ruler sleeping in R'lyeh City, the mysterious ruler above the taboos, the eternal old dream that transcends time and space. At this moment, He has taken back his own initial power. As a result, the tide of the times advances, and history will turn to a new chapter. Chapter!”
