The blue vision gradually dimmed, silent and dark. The sound of Nie Yuan's footsteps was exceptionally clear, accompanied by the regular sound of ticking water, which made his heart tug.

"Hello, anyone? ”

I feel that I have been walking for a long time, but I have never been able to get out of the darkness, let alone meet any clan elders. Not even a single mosquito.

And just as Nie Yuan was tiptoeing and shouting, lights suddenly lit up all around. Countless tall pillars dotted with starlight reflect the whole room very brightly.

Directly in front of Nie Yuan, on a semicircular platform. Five seats stood side by side, and on top of them sat five old mermaids. Presumably, this is the patriarch in Talys's mouth, the real power of the merman clan.

"Otherworldly, are you the prophet of Talis's retribution?" spoke to the old merman sitting in the center, but the others turned their heads and moved their eyes to Nie Yuan.

It seems that they are all wondering how this strange creature with two legs became a prophet?

Nie Yuan habitually rubbed his hands, smiled and waved his hand, "It's me." Don't be surprised, sit down. It's like your own home. ”

Suddenly, the entire hall fell silent. Haven't you figured out where you are?

Even so, the elders of the clan did not mean to be angry at all. Whether it was a prophet or not, it was at least certain that the man in front of him had helped his people survive the First World War.

But if it is really the prophet of salvation prophesied by his own people, it will be the key to determining the outcome of the war at present.

"Well, since you admit it. Prophet, please tell us about the invading party's race. so that my children may be fully prepared."

However, in a few words, these clan elders actually chose to believe in the identity of Nie Yuan's prophet for the time being. Even if Nie Yuan is not a prophet in the end, at least he can fully inspire the soldiers of his own clan who are retreating one after another.

But Nie Yuan was stunned, he was ready to fight the Confucians, fooling these old mermaids into believing in their prophetic identity and seeking the greatest interest. Could it be that the mermaids are so real that they believe it when they say it?

Nie Yuan couldn't even fool himself by saying this, let alone the five old sharks who looked like they were a little old. After thinking about it for a moment, Nie Yuan roughly understood the reason why they chose to believe, and grinned.

These old guys don't believe in being prophets and just want to think of themselves as morale-boosting mascots?

But I'm sorry, Great Prophet Nie didn't call it for nothing.

"The invaders come from the fourth-order world, and the native race is the green-skinned orcs you see. Advocating strength, there is no word for peace in mind. So be prepared, or knock them off completely. Either they will be defeated, die, or enslaved. Oh yes, orcs don't take prisoners. Even if he was caught temporarily, he was saved as a reserve ration. ”

As Nie Yuan talked, the five careless old salted fish sat up straight one after another, and the round eyes of the fish flashed with an inexplicable light. Nie Yuan, who was watching, was uncomfortable, and hurriedly finished speaking and prepared to leave.

But as soon as he made a move, he was nailed to death by a word from the clan elders who did not lift his right leg.

"Don't worry, Lord Prophet, you haven't opened the relics of the previous generation of prophets. Please come with us. ”

Relics of the previous generation?

Nie Yuan's heart suddenly felt worried, this prophet still has relics to leave to the next generation? Could it be that I want the blood of the shark race, but I am a human being.

Although I was uneasy in my heart, I couldn't stand the law of true fragrance of relics = treasures. I still decided to follow, anyway, these five old salted fish can't kill themselves.

As the five merman elders stood up from their seats, the starlight lit up in the temple gradually extinguished. The hall was once again plunged into lonely darkness.

Nie Yuan could only confirm their location through the occasional flickering gems on the crowns of those clan elders in front of him, and his heart suddenly felt a burst of disdain.

"Who designed this hall, doesn't it take into account how other races feel when they come in. ”

If Nie Yuan had read the encyclopedia carefully, he would not have been so depressed, because of the xenophobia of the merman race, even if the distinguished guests of different races came to the door, they could only go to the end of the inverted triangle, which is the location of the palace.

He was the first alien to set foot in the temple in thousands of years. If it weren't for the tremendous pressure from the orcs, the merman clan would not have let Nie Yuan step into the temple like this.

When a person walks in the dark, the other four senses are infinitely magnified. At this time, Nie Yuan deeply experienced this feeling.

Although the darkness in front of him obscured his vision, the deeper he went into Nie Yuan, the more he could perceive the things around him. Even the tiny grains of sand at your feet. This is a very wonderful feeling, as if in this world, Nie Yuan is an all-knowing and all-powerful existence.

Consciousness seemed to be like a tentacle with a body, extending as Nie Yuan thought. One would touch the beards of the old mermaids who led the way in front of them, and the other would fiddle with their robes. The elders of the clan couldn't cry or laugh, and they became more and more sure of the identity of Nie Yuan's prophet in their hearts.

For only a prophet can have supreme power in this great temple.

Just when Nie Yuan was having fun, he suddenly found that those clan elders had stopped moving. When I looked over, I realized that several people had come to the center of the temple.

An ancient pulpit stands there, and the cracked reef is carved by thousands of years. Directly above the pulpit is a small boxy box, unmarked and unremarkable. Presumably, this is the legacy that the clan elders are talking about.

Nie Yuan sensed that the clan elders had stopped moving forward, lowering their heads as if they were stuffy gourds. With a smile, he understood that it should be time for him to perform.

Crossing the row of elders alone, Nie Yuan simply reached out and grabbed the stone box, and the identification function in his mind was instantly turned on.

"Successfully identified, the fifth-order Noble Phantasm - Prophet Sanctuary: The ultimate weapon created by the luck of the merman clan, containing the origin of the Ocean Heart world. Although it is a fifth-order treasure, it touches the power of the law, and it is infinitely useful in the world of the heart of the ocean, and it is a treasure that is not a god but is close to a god. Only the Mutation Transcendental: the Shark Prophet can use it. Recovery value: 2000 points. (Warning, the Heart of the Ocean World will be wiped out after recovery, so please choose your host carefully.) ）”

Looking at the identification results in his mind, Nie Yuan's heart was full of excitement. It's no wonder that he can inexplicably manipulate his consciousness in this temple. It turns out that this whole temple is a treasure!

Although he is not a prophet, he has a traveling merchant system! Ignoring all restrictions and using all treasures, this ability has never been heard of even by those supernatural beings of the Tenth Order Great Perfection.

If the treasure limit is one of the insurmountable rules of this game, then Nie Yuan is a bug in the background.

As for the 2,000 points, Nie Yuan only glanced at them.

After all, people have to do something and not do something. Destroying a world in exchange for 2,000 points, Nie Yuan can't do it.