The ancient chronicler took a great risk to perform divination, but in the end the key words were confusing.

What is a coarse golden granular plump and sweet stick?

Sounds a bit like corn?

But surely no one would be stupid enough to really think it was corn.

After all, this is a clue obtained by a mysterious demigod in divination.

According to the occult common sense that beginners know, the characteristics of divination are like this, the more troublesome and dangerous things are divined, the more fragmented and vague the information obtained.

And something like corn, which can be found everywhere, can't be expressed in such a fragmented way, wouldn't it be nice to just say the word 'corn'?

Next, it's up to people to piece together the clues themselves, or to do divination on the basis of those clues and ask more detailed questions.

For example, right now, the ancient sufferers can continue to divination, 'How thick is this stick?' ''Is golden yellow the color of metal?'' And so on and so forth.

After getting the answer through this way, I repeatedly gather the clues to get the final truth, which is a bit like playing a small game like 'who am I'.

Theoretically, the more times you divination, the more clues and keywords you get, and the more accurate the conclusions that can be deduced in the end.

But it is obviously difficult to carry out such an operation at the moment, which is too easy to attract the attention of the opponent.

This is where the soothsayer's strength and experience come to the test, and he must ask more crucial questions with fewer questions in order to get truly valuable clues.

"The other party still hasn't noticed my movements, and I can still do 1-2 divinations."

"But this will definitely increase the risk of me being discovered, and while the other party does not seem to have fallen, the excesses are likely to lead to unfavorable results......"

The Ancient Tribulation Recorder whispered.

After thinking for a while, the honorary witnesses on the side asked the sages next to them:

"Do you have any ideas for these clues?"

"I think the custards, the golden yellow, these clues should all point to the legendary 1-001 artifact, describing its appearance? The sweet, full-bodied in the back should point somewhere? ”

A Sage preemptively spoke.

"The stick could be a tower, or an airship, or a granular, or that would describe the artifact?"

Another sage gave a different opinion.

"I think it's likely that none of these clues point to the artifact, maybe it's describing a place? A canyon? A golden canyon strewn with gravel? ”

Everyone was making their opinions, but Oriana didn't speak.

She was still a little unconvinced.

Am I the only one who thinks this is corn? It's corn anyway, right?

But she didn't dare to say it, for fear of being seen as a stupid woman with only corn in her head......

If that's the case, for her who has never been in love, it's tantamount to social death.

And the ancient recorder who was a diviner did not say a word, in fact, in his opinion, these people's brains are too outrageous, and they lack an in-depth understanding of the occult, it must not be of much help.

He can't help it, this year, everyone is more preferable and more comprehensive in the twist system, the direction of the mystery department, is too niche.

In the end, after a brief discussion with some occult scholars around him, he decided that the next question would be, 'Where is this stick?' ’

This is a decent question, but if you can get a valid answer, you will be able to determine the thinking and direction of the next question.

So he followed this question and started the next round of divination from the ontology.

Of course, according to the custom, he still used divination before he started, and 'looked' to see if this action would attract any danger.

In the end, we got a few keywords about 'be careful', which means that there is no danger, but you still need to be careful.

Considering that the opponent still seemed to be awake and the results of the divination were relatively optimistic, his mind couldn't help but be a little bolder, and he worked harder in the formal divination, polishing his eyes and trying to find a deeper result.

Before his eyes appeared a somewhat hazy and vague mountain, shrouded in darkness and mist.

"See...... I saw ...... again."

"It's ...... A mountain? ”

"How majestic...... What a great ......"

Although he only saw a very vague picture, it made the demigod feel a certain indescribable awe in his heart, feeling like a little ant crawling at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the whole world.

There was no more picture after that, and what he saw was finally frozen in this scene.

"No...... Not enough ......"

Perhaps it was because of instinctive curiosity, perhaps because the situation was really urgent, or perhaps because the mountain, although majestic, was not dangerous, in short, the ancient chronicler decided to take the risk and peek at the mountain with a sharper eye.

The picture in front of me finally changed, the fog around the mountain peak slowly dispersed, and the surrounding light gradually brightened.

There was still no danger, and there was no alarm in his heart.

So he planned to kick his nose in the face, and without consulting others, he directly asked the third question in the form of divination.

"Where is this?"

The picture in front of me changed again, the fog became lighter and lighter, the light became brighter and brighter, and the lines of the mountains became clearer and clearer.

The heart of the ancient tribulation recorder thumped, and he felt that he was close to the truth!

The irrepressible desire for knowledge in his heart made him no longer satisfied with simple voyeurism, but chose a more direct and bold direct look.

The fog was already very thin, and the light was as bright as day, and the mountain peaks that had been looming all this time were about to appear before his eyes in full.

He could even faintly see a figure.

"I see you!"

The voices of the ancient chroniclers became excited.

Eventually, the mountain was in full bloom before his eyes.

"Wait, this ...... Where is it...... Not quite right......"

Hidden under the fog are not mountains at all.

Rather, it is a huge symbol that looks as grand as a mountain.

The whole symbol is composed of a simple circle and three short lines, which looks like a stick figure person, but only has an upper body, and it is a bit like a badminton ball......

"What the hell is this ......"

The ancient recorders tried to sort out their thoughts and ponder the deep meaning of this symbol.

But in the next second, he felt a mountain of coercion coming towards him......

"Nope! No! No! Save ......"

His doppelganger and his main body let out a cry of despair at the same time.

Then, the doppelganger disappeared in an instant.

Everyone present was stunned and didn't react to what was happening.

The other demigod witness of honor was the first to come back to his senses and whispered in that tone of disbelief:

"The doppelganger is ineffective? No...... This is not a lapse...... But...... Annihilated? ”

"How is this possible?!"

A demigod-level doppelganger is completely different from a sage-level doppelganger, not only can it be controlled remotely, but it can also speak and do a lot of things, and even exert the full strength and combat power of a demigod, which can be regarded as a demigod itself.

Even if the doppelganger encounters an evil god, as long as he doesn't deliberately die, he can compare two moves.

But such a powerful doppelganger actually disappeared silently in the blink of an eye?

And there was not the slightest fluctuation of power, and it was not even known what was going on.

The Witness of Honor temporarily put down his clone, and the ontology of the Imperial Capital began to perceive, and probed to the Ancient Tribulation Recorder in the Tower of Truth in the same depth.

The main body of the ancient martyrdom is a middle-aged man who looks to be only in his 50s, wearing a gorgeous nightgown, and looks like an ordinary rich man.

But at this time he was wailing and rolling in a beautiful large bedroom, leaving two lines of bloody tears in his eyes, his hands were a blur of flesh and blood, and his mouth was intermittently shouting:

"Please...... Forgive...... Disrespectful ......"

"Begging...... No...... Anger ......"

"I would ...... Prostrate...... Feet...... Offering ......"

A group of scholars around him also looked stunned and confused, not knowing what had happened to this demigod, and suddenly poked themselves in the eyes, and then rolled all over the ground.

It looked like a very serious mental pollution.

But it's not quite like it, after all, it's a demigod, even in the face of an evil god, it has a certain ability to resist, and it shouldn't be like this inexplicable and crazy.

And he didn't seem completely insane, he seemed to maintain a certain amount of rationality, but he kept begging for something.

"What did he see?"

The honorary witness suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the sense of vigilance in his heart was instantly filled.

It was at this moment that he also sensed that something was wrong.

"Who is it?!"

He suddenly looked at a deserted clearing and shouted.

"Hee-hee...... I thought I could hide a little longer. ”

In the air of the clearing, a hoarse, shrill voice sounded, and then a figure slowly emerged.

No, just a robe floating in mid-air, to be exact.

The color of the robe was a black that did not seem to be dyed by humans, so deep that it seemed to swallow up all light.

He wore a hood on his head, and on his chest in the middle, there was a pattern interwoven with hollows, circle by circle, like a vortex, and a pair of white gloves hung from the sleeves.

Coupled with the strong mountain wind, the black robe was a little swollen because of the inflation, and it looked a bit like ......

Mosquito frogs?

But obviously, this is also a demigod doppelganger, and just the faint coercion emanating from him makes the hair of the sage on the opposite side stand on end, and he does not dare to act rashly.