Inside the secret room.

A strange humanoid form suddenly rose from an empty floor.

Then, as the yellowish mist that covered the strange humanoid form cleared silently, a strange creature older than Domnar and a wrinkled face that could barely be seen was revealed.

He was hunched over, holding a yellow witch staff that was a head taller than himself, his hair was unkempt, and his eyes were white, and he could not see the slightest pupil. And his body was draped in an old witch robe that had not been washed for countless years, and the wrinkled stains and grease on it had covered the original color of the robe, making it impossible to see its texture at a glance.

At first glance, this is simply a poor wandering wizard who is too down-and-out to be able to ascend to the Hall of Elegance, let alone appear in this observation tower, which represents the highest achievement of the Wizarding Society.

It's a pity that he not only appeared here, but also accepted the initiative of Domnar, the vice president of the association, to nod his head with an unchanged face.

"Masten, you're already one of the highest-ranking prophets in our guild. Why, even you can't see the future of this Grim?"

"Domnar, as I said earlier, someone has taken the initiative to cover up the fate of this young man......"

"Isn't that just not visible?" Domnar couldn't help frowning, "Mustan, the association hasn't treated you badly all these years. The annual appropriation of funds for you prophets is the highest of any branch, and the top floor of the Tower is also given to you. You're going to send me away with such a sentence?"

"I can feel that there is a strong force of destiny rising in the north. And she was always keeping an eye on the young fire witch. If we prophets intervene, I'm afraid we'll ...... will provoke an invisible war of fate!"

"War?" Domnar sneered, "Since when have we wizards been afraid of war! We've been raising you for so long, don't we just hope that it will come in handy at a critical moment? Why, you want to refuse my orders?"

"Domnar, we've been very happy with each other for hundreds of years. What's wrong with you today?" the Mastan raised his head, his milky white cloudy eyes staring at the 'old friend' for a moment, and hissed, "What is there in this young man that deserves such a big deal about you?"

"Dangerous...... I sense danger in him!" Domnar frowned and pondered, "It's just that I haven't been able to find the source of the danger, so I want to use your power to find out the reason!"

"Understood, then I'...... I'll go back now, and with the power of the tower, maybe I'll be able to see more......"

With that, Mastan slammed his wand, and his entire body vanished in a rising pale yellow smoke.

After Mastan's aura completely disappeared, Domnar couldn't help but muttered to himself again, "Central...... It is the most resource-rich and densely populated area in the entire wizarding continent. Our Wizarding Association can't get it, and we won't allow other forces to interfere, let alone allow it to grow...... Hmph, Grim, it's better that you don't have the ambition to unify the middle, otherwise ......"

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Look out over the tower.

777th floor.

Looking down from here, the layers of soft white clouds float halfway up the tower, obscuring most of the visual space. Only occasionally peek through the gaps in the layers of white clouds to see the deep and vivid colors of the earth.

In the hall of witchcraft, as a puff of yellow smoke dispersed, Mastan's small figure appeared.

As soon as he appeared, he walked straight to the back of the temple with a wooden staff.

The muffled sound of the hollow sound caused by the wooden staff striking the floor lingered in this empty temple of witchcraft.

As the only Tier 4 Prophet in the Guild, Mastam has an infinitely 'exalted' status. While every Rank 4 wizard can occupy a floor, he is the only one who can occupy the top floor of the Overlook Tower, like Masstan.

This...... It's both an honor and a burden!

Whenever the guild reaches a critical juncture, chief prophets like him become the guiding light that clears the fog and shows all wizards the way forward.

However, only Mastan, who has practiced the art of fate, understands how powerful it takes to help a giant ship like the Wizarding Guild correct its course and sail in the windy and sunny seas.

During the thousands of years of dominar's reign, the Wizarding Guild has been stable and peaceful, but it has also experienced several terrible disasters that no one knows. It was the foresight of the Chief Prophet, coupled with the huge power of the Guild Wizards, that pulled the Wizards Guild out of one terrible whirlpool after another.

The position of chief prophet is not so easy to sit in!

At least, before Mastam, as far as he knew, three chief prophets had died under the terrible backlash of fate.

The position of chief prophet is not fixed.

Whoever can become the only fourth-order prophet of the association will be able to sit firmly in this position, give orders, and enjoy the top resources. But these resources are not so easy to enjoy, and many times they need to pay back with their lives!

At any given moment, there can only be one Tier 4 Prophet within the Association. Only when this prophet falls under the backlash of fate, will the association select one of the best performers and the most powerful from among the many third-order prophets, and re-cultivate him into a fourth-order prophet.

And until the death of this new prophet, the rest of the prophets are always just a reserve, and a kind of insurance!

Therefore, there is no family affection between the prophets within the association, but the competition between the red and the fruit. Those below are desperate to climb up, while those who have already occupied high positions are trembling, lest they one day become stepping stones and victims of the association's reversal of fate.

He may be able to control the fate of thousands of wizards, but he can't control his own fate.

In this respect, Mastan is actually quite envious of his colleague who can call the wind and rain in the north!

Perhaps, that's what a messenger of fate should look like.

And he is nothing more than a poor slave who is crawling before fate!

Mastan was the only one on the 777th floor of the tower, a rule he had set and the only thing he had left to be proud.

At least until he dies, he will not allow any outsiders to set foot in his 'territory'.

As the Society's chief prophet, Mastan naturally has the highest authority to look out over the Tower, and his control over Taling Lafatus is second only to that Domnar.

This also allows him to mobilize the tower's energy reserves at will, and maximize the amount of sorcery energy used to replace the power of fate that needs to be consumed in the fate ritual.

View of the tower...... View of the tower......

The reason why this tower has this name is because it is the tallest witch tower in the entire wizarding world. Standing on the top of this tower, if you have good eyesight, you can even look out at the strange deep blue at the end of the sky.

That's the color of the Endless Sea!

Through the empty and lonely corridors, Mastan came to a spiraling metal escalator, spiraled up the escalator, and finally ascended to the astrological platform.

The arrangement of the astrological platform is very simple, a small space housed under the spire of the dome of a tall tower.

Above the astrological platform is the spire of the tower, a ten-meter-long metal spike towering high, and the terrifying sorcery energy on it is terrifying. The walls of the observatory were hollowed out, and the cold wind from high above poured in from all directions, making a roar similar to the cry of a ghost as it pierced through the patterns on the metal walls.

In the center of the small space stands a circular stone pillar more than one meter high, and the top of the stone pillar is inlaid with a strange crystal the size of a human head.

At this moment, the thick clouds inside the crystal are rolling, and the dense fog is confused, which is a piece of complete chaos and confusion.

Mastan walked down the escalator into the small space.

As soon as he stepped here, he tightened the witch robe on his body, but he still couldn't block the cold wind from burrowing into all corners of the robe, sweeping away the little warmth left on his body.

This is the place of fate, rejecting any power other than the power of fate.

Therefore, Mastan did not bless himself with any heating or protective witchcraft, and the witch robe on his body was also the most ordinary cloth, without any special magical effects attached.

If it weren't for the physique of a fourth-order wizard, I am afraid that with his weak body, he would be in danger of freezing to death if he stayed here for a while or three.

The constitution of 11 points is undoubtedly too low for other 4th-order wizards. But for Mastam, it was enough.

Because of their profession, their vitality has always been in a state of serious loss. No matter how well they raise their bodies and improve their physique, after a large-scale fate ritual is held, their vitality will be almost absorbed.

If you want to peek into fate, you need to pay a price!

The Guild Prophets don't have the same affinity for fate as the Witch of Fate, and they need to sacrifice their lives if they want to see where fate is going. The most serious loss is the upper limit of physique!

The moment when Mastan's maximum physique is cleared, that is the moment when he completely falls.

And before that, his physique ceiling is still 11 points, which is enough for him to do a lot of things.

Mustan trembled to the front of the stone pillar, stretched out his right hand to cover the crystal, and slowly rubbed it.

The energy of the huge tower spread up along the tower, lighting up all the patterns and runes on the four walls of the astrological platform, and even the stone pillar was brightening inch by inch.

Eventually, when the sorcery energy poured into the strange crystal, the entire spire of the tower had become blinding, making it impossible to look at it directly.

The wind has stopped strangely!

The fog and clouds inside the crystal are also slowly dissipating, revealing a magnificent and strange picture of the world inside......