After the red line appeared in the perception, Lily had already woken up. She has evolved too fast and has not yet adapted and accustomed to the new abilities. She could hear the whispers of magic but never listened to them, she could see stories in the distance but never read them seriously.

What has Bran been doing since he evolved? He's forcing himself to listen, to see, until it becomes instinctive. And what about her?

She began to listen to the echoes of magic in her ears. All kinds of magic fluctuations are like a mess, entwined around. That's why she doesn't want to listen, why she doesn't want to watch, she doesn't have the patience to sort it all out.

The soft earth underfoot, the slightly hard stone, all of which are mixed together to form a solid earth. The blades of grass that crossed the legs, the scent of flowers in the wind......

As she ran, she found the threads in the mess, and everything began to have a clue. A magnificent magical picture unfolds, the earth, the sky, the sunset, the weeds, the shrubs. Although there are still many, too many unknown fluctuations, they have been encapsulated in this picture scroll of heaven and earth, or shadows or fogs, which can no longer disturb this heaven and earth, and can no longer disturb her perception.

Gradually, she blended into the picture and became the center of eternity.

In this world, her magic is also rapidly spitting out the old and accepting the new. The earth is responding to her, and the sky is responding to her. Running so far, she didn't feel tired at all, but felt more refreshed than ever.

She began to understand that she and Bran were different—completely different.

From beginning to end, Bran has been building his own world. He kept assimilating, devouring, and communicating with the world, but he never opened his arms. He has been like this since he was a child, hiding in his own world.

But she is the darling of this world. This world is welcoming her with open arms. She didn't need to be like Bran, who was cautiously tentative and constructed. All she had to do was breathe freely and run merrily.

The sky was full of stars, and when the moon was rising, the coolness of the night calmed her down a lot, and her mood gradually tightened. Her pace was not slowed by the fall of night. Light and darkness are only two shadows covering the world, and they have no effect on her.

......

A bug crouches in the grass, its dark green body blending in perfectly with its surroundings. Although the night limits its vision, its belly on the ground can sense various vibrations from the ground. Through these vibrations, it can determine the type of prey, weight, and so on. This is the most common method they use when they are covert in ambushes.

Someone in the distance was running towards it, raising its front paws and waiting. As the footsteps got closer and closer, the claw hook quietly opened. It prepares to attack the moment its prey runs past its side. But the change came so fast that it didn't have time to react. All it heard was the sound of the wind in its clothes as it suddenly accelerated. Then it found itself plunging deep into the grass, surrounded by thick, tall stems that were too tall to reach.

There is a sound of hard wings rubbing, intermittently. It was the struggle of the clansmen before the flame of life was extinguished, but the voice was too familiar for it to believe.

The sound of hard wings rubbing broke the silence, causing a flurry of insects in the distance to stir, and several insects pounced first. Then, they saw a Northland girl approaching them, swept past them with a slanting sword light.

The swarm was silent for a moment, and then began to make noise, but the noise had no effect on the girl. She was swift as the wind, blowing from one side of the swarm to the other, and back again. It's like peeling, layer by layer.

In a short moment, the scattered footsteps of the insects replaced the noise, and the insects that were still alive all clamped their hard wings and turned to flee. But this did not allow them to escape the fate of death, on the contrary, the girl increased her speed noticeably, and the whistle brought by the sword wind became more and more rapid and sharp.

......

It was all too simple, much to Lily's disappointment. Is this the bug that threatened Bran during the trial?

But that's it!

The killing just now wasn't even a warm-up, not even as good as the exhilaration. The bloodline continued, and this was not the end, so she continued to pursue.

The moonlight sprinkled on her body with a hint of coldness, covering her with a hazy veil. Her heart gradually became calm, and her perception became sharper.

A vague pulse came from the depths of the earth, thick and slow. As she ran, the pulsation gradually resonated with the magic in her body. The magic began to vibrate, starting at her feet and spreading to the ends of her hair.

She felt like she was freed from her body, and her vision began to rise. In her field of vision, her body grew smaller, and the earth began to widen. Just as she was full of joy and wanted to fly higher and higher, the pulse gently pulled her back.

The moment she returned to her body, she suddenly woke up. She was still running, along that line of blood, without any deviation. Everything just now seems to be just a dream. But it wasn't a dream, her magic was pulsating, slow and powerful.

......

While Lily was in a brief dream, a ritual was being held in a magnificent temple on top of another ancient land. Or a slightly more serious game.

At the center of the temple is a huge pool, the Pool of Foresight. The pond is foggy all year round, churning and changing all the time. In front of the pool stood a group of young men and women, the lucky ones among the pilgrims. They can ask some questions and try to let the pool water give the answers.

In most cases, the pool water does not respond. For example, who is the most beautiful person in the world? is an unanswerable question. Different races, aesthetics vary greatly.

Although I know that I can't get an answer, I can't stop the curiosity of the teenagers, so such questions are always endless.

A young girl came out and stood in front of the pool and asked aloud, "Who is the prettiest person here?"

The mist revealed her image, and she held her head up triumphantly and returned to her companion's side.

The ceremony continued until a simple boy walked up. He asked aloud, "Who is the most powerful?"

The mist rolled and then fell silent, as if lost in thought. The priest standing next to him shook his head, again the same unanswered question, and then motioned to the next one.

The honest teenager reluctantly regressed, with the last hope. Through the mist, he saw what seemed to ripple on the surface of the water, which made him rub his eyes. That's right! The ripples are expanding! He excitedly pointed his finger to the surface of the water and shouted, "Look!"

As he shouted, the surface of the water began to boil, and the mist gradually condensed into a vague face that belonged to a young girl. All eyes were on the girl's face, hoping to see her face for the first time. However, the mist condensed with great difficulty, and the priest couldn't help but frown, indicating that the target was very far away.

Under the nervous gaze of the people, the water of the pool ran out of strength, and the fog collapsed. In the end, they were unable to see the girl's face clearly. But on that face, the most obvious feature is revealed—facial lines.