Saint Venacana still closed her thin eyelids.
Thousands of dead souls cursed her, lingering around, lingering. Chen Yin saw countless dead souls hiding in the vast pale color. They cursed her and hated her because she deprived them of their power. Return to the power of the world.
St. Venacana imprisoned the curse of dead souls here, and she herself was bound here.
"Lord?" she whispered.
The pale dead souls boiled over in an instant. They howled and roared, intertwined and mixed together. Mistu used indescribable sounds to tear the living saint in front of him to pieces.
Saint Venakana still did not open her eyes.
Chen Yin stared at her, and he understood that that determination was not an unconscious murmur.
While Chen Yin was thinking about how to answer, Saint Venakana shook his head slightly.
"No, it's not yet time..." Saint Venacana seemed to be saying to himself, "You haven't revealed it to me yet."
"Revelation?"
Chen Yin was confused by her words and had no idea what she was talking about.
Saint Venacana said nothing, and an indescribable silence fell between them.
After a long time, Chen Yin inspected the dead souls around him. They were restless and pestering Saint Vena Cana.
He raised his palm and saw the flame gradually weakening, knowing that the ritual could not last long.
However, Saint Venakana had not yet told the prophecy.
So, Chen Yin was about to speak to break the silence between the two, but Saint Vena Cana's lips suddenly moved.
"Lord, please come back," St. Venakana's voice was as breathless as she was tortured by endless curses. "Wander the ruined Holy City until you enter history."
"Why?"
"Because what happened in the past has not happened yet." St. Venacana's voice was ethereal, and she was inspired by her soul. "Thousands of years ago, I was still calling you."
When the words fell, the endless pale dead souls suddenly noticed the signs of Saint Venakana's weakness. They stood up tremblingly and rushed between them. Chen Yin saw twisted faces one after another, filled with resentment. Deep and heavy, no longer the same as before.
Saint Vena Cana raised her right hand slightly, and the wound on her wrist was horrifying, yet so holy.
The dead souls immediately screamed in fear. When dozens of dead souls saw the wound, they suddenly died and disappeared completely in this celestial kingdom.
Chen Yin stared at her wrist, the hand bleeding with silver blood.
The dead souls returned to their original positions and once again peered at the living saint in front of them in the darkness.
Chen Yin looked at the flame on his palm. Unknowingly, it gradually extinguished as time passed, which meant that he was about to return from the ceremony.
The scene of the celestial kingdom in front of him, at the moment when the flames went out, immediately disappeared outside the sea of thousands of clouds, and together with Saint Vena Cana, was no longer visible.
Chen Yin stood above the sea of clouds, raised his right hand, and recalled every word spoken by Saint Venakana.
"Walking through the ruined Holy City until you enter...history?"
This is undoubtedly a prophecy.
Chen Yin thought carefully.
“For the things that happened in the past have not happened yet.”
Could it be that...
Chen Yin suddenly came up with an idea.
In the not-too-distant future, will I go back a thousand years ago and walk into history?
To enlighten, to bless...the last living saint in the world, Saint Venakana, the one who understood the truth of heaven and earth?
As he continued to think about it, Chen Yin suddenly realized something again and couldn't help being surprised.
Because he will go back thousands of years in the future, Saint Venakana will be inspired and blessed, becoming the last living saint in the world.
And then... shed her silver blood for the cursed world.
Thousands of years later, her silver blood was kept as a sacred object in the holy city of Silver Cana.
When the holy city was invaded by the pagans, Christopher pushed open the stone door where the holy objects were stored. Silver blood dripped down and came to him, opening the door to the sea of clouds with thousands of pillars.
This is undoubtedly a closed loop of time and space. Chen Yin suddenly felt that time seemed to have its own form.
This seemed to be an inevitable fate for both himself and Saint Venakana.
"And the ancient saying 'heaven' may be in the next destiny." Chen Yin murmured.
Chen Yin took a deep breath. After his thoughts and ideas were clarified, everything calmed down.
He turned around and slowly walked down above the sea of clouds with thousands of pillars.
The bronze gate held up by the invisible tower stands quietly above the sea of clouds.
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Chen Yin slowly stood up in front of the ritual circle of truth.
Luomea had a complicated mood and looked at him nervously.
Qindu Yin'er stood aside, with a dull expression on his face and remained silent.
"I have asked for my prophecy." Chen Yin said.
"What is it? Sir." Lomea asked.
"I will walk into history," Chen Yin replied briefly, and then continued: "Maybe we should go out and see this ancient holy city that is tortured by the curse of dead souls and see everything it has experienced. "
Qindu Yin'er nodded slightly. Her action was not to express agreement, but to follow unconditionally.
"Sir... I found a map yesterday." Lomea picked up a parchment from the long table and spread it out in front of Chen Yin, "This is the mansion where we are, and there, The northernmost place is the royal palace of the Holy Capital."
Chen Yin lowered his head and scanned the detailed map. The symbols and proportions on it were commonly used by dwarves. The map was filled with various lines.
"The dwarf's map?" Chen Yin said casually.
"Well, I found it from the study. Although it is complicated, the dwarves' maps are far more detailed than those of other races. The nobles always have some collections that they themselves cannot understand." Lomea explained.
"Then... let's go to the palace first." After scanning the map, Chen Yin simply said, "Follow the footsteps of the living saint."
Luomea nodded slightly, she had no objection.
Chen Yin stood up and told the two of them to get ready and set off immediately. He went back to the bedroom to retrieve the long sword Taboo.
A quarter of an hour later, Qin Duyin'er and Lomea were ready.
Lomea did not enter the carriage and put on the body of her own officiant. She just put on the sacred object. According to her own explanation, the more spiritual a person is, the easier it is for the dead souls to spy on her.
Qindu Yin'er put on a mithril lining and put it inside the leather armor. The other assassin tools were placed inside the leather armor one by one.
Chen Yin asked for three lanterns from Josko, and after giving them to the other two, he pushed open the door of the mansion, and Chen Yin and Lomea sat on the carriage.
Under the dark sky, Qindu Yin'er climbed onto the carriage and held Amanda's reins. The only light source around was the lantern in her hand.
Wildly growing shrubs stretched their branches across the road, the trees were strangely shaped, the road was muddy, and tall oak trees distorted their shadows under the lantern.
Not far away, the stone wall surrounding the mansion was dilapidated and covered with vines. Moss grew from the cracks in the huge stones. When the vines were uncovered, the skin underneath was scorched black, as if someone had burned it. The wall was cracked and crumbling.
