"Then let's go back first, why don't you leave?" Mousse turned around, only to see that the others were staying where they were.

???

"Didn't you say you wanted to go back?" Mousse's heart burst out a few times, and he had an ominous premonition.

The figures around her quickly disappeared, and Mousse looked at the speeding phantom, and she felt her body being controlled, and she randomly stiffened in place.

Louis Xiu, Disgusted Sea and other Zerg guys who should have been in place don't know when they disappeared.

“…… Louis Hugh?" Mousse spoke up.

"Sea-weary???"

The world has not changed at all.

There was silence all around, as if it was stuck in a gap in a certain period of time—

Suddenly—

Mousse watched the scene around him move forward rapidly, from the Stone Age of human enlightenment, all the way to the Bronze, and then to the era of frequent wars, etc., until finally, the scene stayed in the great era of the Interstellar Age.

Surrounded by a sparkling universe, the ever-changing scene rests on a huge interstellar ark, which looks mighty and cold and stays in space, and the only light is some faint lights that come out of the ark, and even so, these lights can't see the whole brightness. The ark was lifeless, and it felt silent—

But as you advance to a certain point, the surrounding scene quickly regresses, pushing backwards from the unknown interstellar battle to a day 150,000 years ago.

The surrounding scene is so solemn that it is difficult for Mousse to judge what era it is in.

It can be seen that it must have been a long time ago, or it is an ancient building that has been restored at a high level on a certain planet.

In the middle of the huge palace there was an open space with a white jar and a long table. There seemed to be a breeze blowing around, and the yellow square tablecloth on the long table lifted a corner in the wind. On the tablecloth, there was a dense pile of ghost-drawn runes, as well as three low plates, all of different colors......

Before Mousse could take a closer look, the picture suddenly turned-

I saw it during the day, but now it's nighttime.

There were a bunch of people wearing high hats and official uniforms kneeling down at the long table, holding sticks in their hands, bowing their heads and being silent, as if they were saying something.

There was also a figure on the high platform whose face could not be seen clearly, and that shadow seemed to be the master of this sacrifice, and a wicker was lit and then scattered in the evening of the three of them. The figure bit its fingers and pressed it against the rune, and its mouth closed as if it was reading something.

Mousse felt like he was watching a pantomime, he could see what the people in front of him were doing, but he couldn't hear the sound. She listened as hard as she could, but only a few broken words could be heard.

“…… Toward...... Sacrifice...... Back to the sky......"

“…… Zhong Ming...... Ann ......"

"Three times...... Be sure to ......"

“…… Not ......"

I saw that the color of the tall white cylinder suddenly became light black, and the smoke from the gas ran into the cylinder.

The kneeling officials remained silent on their knees as if they couldn't see anything.

Such a scene is so eerie.

This eerie ritual event ends with a dazzling meteor stone in the sky.

When it was over, the officials threw incense into the jar, and the people on the altar also fused the unknown liquid from the three bowls and poured it into the jar. Then, the figure lit a handful of yellow paper with cinnabar on the table and threw it into the air.

The yellow paper floated in the air and turned to ash.

Mousse seemed to hear the chuckle of the figure.

Her heart was pounding, and a feeling of soul fear crept through her heart, as if someone was tearing at her soul.

Indeed—

Mousse is not wrong in this description.

Indeed, there are people fighting for her soul.

Because, someone is casting a forbidden technique.

That's a spell to change your life against the sky!