As the old saying goes, "heaven" is in the ancient holy capital.
But how do they find it?
One way Chen Yi could think of was to ask for a prophecy.
"You want a prophecy?" Lomea asked in a study room of the mansion.
"Yes, tell me, how to obtain the prophecy?" Chen Yi said.
Currently alone with Lomea, Chen Yi did not open his spiritual eyes. In other words, there was only a pure person in him.
Lomea thought for a while and said honestly: "Asking for prophecies depends on whether the faith is pious, not spirituality. In our religion, usually at the beginning of the year and pilgrimage days, the chief priests will go to angels or divine messengers to seek prophecies. .”
"It has nothing to do with spirituality?"
"It doesn't matter at all." Lomea paused and continued: "How else would the bishops of the True Religion obtain prophecies? They have always despised wizards with spirituality, and few people would induce spirituality and obtain spiritual vision. Eye."
"What about the specific ceremony?" Chen Yi asked.
"In fact, it is not difficult. It is not much different from ordinary rituals. If it is a prophecy of the true religion, you need an icon, the object of the prophecy, such as the relevant patron saint, as well as the circle of truth and the communion bread. . Of course, water after consecration is a must." Lomea explained everything without any concealment.
Chen Yi's attention suddenly fell on a certain key element.
"The object of prophecy...needs to be the relevant patron saint?" Chen Yi asked confirmingly.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Lomea asked.
Chen Yi didn't answer. He put his fingers on his chin and thought silently.
Why don't you ask for a prophecy from the patron saint of Keshiti, Saint Venakana who is accompanied by the bright moon?
"Maybe I have to...ask the saint." Chen Yi paused and said softly: "Ask the Saint Vena Cana who shed all his silver blood, the living saint who is loved by countless people in the world."
Luo Mei was stunned for a moment. She opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.
Chen Yi waited quietly.
After a long time, Luo Meiah whispered: "Perhaps I...can ask for it for you, together with our angel. If you go to...the living saint to ask for it at will, you may be in danger... ."
After saying this with some trepidation, Luomea felt unsure. If she didn't have other ideas, it was impossible. One of the purposes of her and Chen Yi coming to the ancient holy capital was... ...prevent him from obtaining the ancient saying "heaven".
She looked at Chen Yi cautiously, her eyes falling on the latter's cheek.
"Lomea,"
She was startled.
His tone was obviously very gentle, but she was extremely uneasy.
"Do you think I can't guess what you are thinking?"
Lome's breath tightened.
Chen Yi stared at her and asked softly: "How many more times are you going to let me down?"
For some reason, Lomea felt chills all over her body and her face turned red. She didn't dare to look for him, her heart was pounding, and she couldn't believe her lover's disappointment. She was in agony.
So weird, so weird.
Right now he is clearly only human.
But when he said those words, the divinity in him seemed undeniable.
"...I'm sorry...I'm sorry, sir." Miss Pepper breathed quickly and clenched her five fingers tightly, "I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore."
"Don't be afraid." Chen Yi stepped forward and hugged her, leaned close to her ear, and comforted this weak lover, "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you."
"...Hmm." Lomea was about to say something after he calmed down a little.
However, Chen Yi spoke first.
"Lomea, I love you, but my love is not endless."
Pepper Girl trembled in his arms.
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This mansion left by the former Grand Duke of the Holy City is really huge, like some kind of royal palace.
After obtaining Josko's consent, Chen Yi decided to perform a ceremony to obtain the prophecy in the hall.
"You're going to seek prophecy from that living saint?" Josko clicked his tongue, "Your idea is amazing."
"Why do you say that?"
"I have never seen anyone successfully ask for a prophecy from her." At this point, Josko paused for a moment, "In my impression, she has never responded to anyone's prayers or prophecies."
"I'm a Keshi and she's our patron saint, maybe?"
"Oh, the True Believers just built a city named after her in the Kexi area - Baiyin Cana, and even considered her as the patron saint of the Kexi people?" Josko said in a disdainful tone: "Go ahead and try. If you ask me, I might be able to introduce you to the names of some angels."
Chen Yi just smiled at him.
Josko was not interested in Chen Yi's ceremony. He turned and walked up the stairs.
Chen Yi held the consecrated water in her arms, walked to the center of the inquiry, faced the icon, picked up the black-handled knife and carved a circle of truth on the floor.
Lomea and Qinduil were also standing in the hall, watching quietly.
After the Circle of Truth was engraved, Chen Yi engraved the honorable name of the patron saint on the ground, that is, the object of his prophecy this time—Saint Venakana.
When the true Awen of Saint Venakana was inscribed in the circle, Chen Yi opened his spiritual eyes.
The flame of pure gold burned, and a trace of the supreme and holy breath lingered on the fingertips.
Chenduil handed over the communion bread at this time, and Chenyi raised it high, then tore it into two pieces and placed them on both sides of the Circle of Truth.
The consecrated water is then poured over the Circle of Truth on the ground.
After everything was prepared, Chen Yi began to recite prayers and scriptures for obtaining prophecies.
"Saint Venacana with the bright moon,
The saint who shed his holy silver blood for the world,
The last living saint in the world,
Spirit, faith, sky, and dried silver blood,
I pray that you will use the miracles and power that the Lord has given you,
Make my future clear, make me look directly at the path of destiny,
......."
After reciting prayers and scriptures.
Chen Yi suddenly felt the pure gold flame in the palm of his hand burning suddenly.
As the ancient saying goes, "save", its sparks rise slowly with the invisible wind, and with the eyes of spiritual vision, you can see it heading towards the boundless starry sky.
Chen Yi followed the sparks and looked at the sky covered with thick black clouds.
Looking across the sky, thousands of pillars of clouds, the clouds are surging one after another.
The sea of clouds with thousands of pillars seems to be lowering its own clouds, slowly approaching towards itself.
Chen Yi stood up unconsciously and accepted the pull of Qianzhu Yunhai.
Then, the scene in front of him changed instantly, and Chen Yi's soul ascended.
The floor beneath your feet is no longer the floor of the mansion, but light clouds.
Chen Yi arrived above the sea of clouds with thousands of pillars.
When he looked outward, the distant place where thousands of pillars originally stood was now replaced by a night sky filled with stars.
Chen Yi was looking directly at the Celestial Kingdom at this moment.
In the infinite silence among the twinkling stars, Chen Yi saw a looming figure in the very depths.
In the darkness, she closed her eyes, as if she was detached from everything in the world, including fate.
She had long, soft golden hair and a straight nose. Among the stars, her face had a thin luster, lost its color, and was so brittle.
Chen Yi saw that in the endless darkness, the pale curse of dead souls was swirling in all directions, peeping at the last living saint in the world. She was very frightened and stared at her with eagerness. She endured so much suffering, but her face was so calm.
"Saint Venacana."
Staring at the lifeless living saint, Chen Yi murmured softly, not expecting a response.
"host?"
