"Who would have thought that Boss, you would have already made arrangements in Dongsheng City!" Lin Zhidao said with admiration.

Lu Ze shook his head and said, "I didn't arrange it." ”

Well?

Lin Zhidao was stunned.

"I'm here, it's not that I need the City of Ascension, it's that they need me."

"The weakness of people is that they are too clever in planning for themselves, but it often leads to being clever and being mistaken by smart."

Lu Ze's faint words made Lin Zhidao creepy.

And it's scary!

Lu Ze did not explain more.

Wu Xu stopped it directly, indicating that he didn't know, and after deep thought, he might think that Dongsheng City didn't know.

The 15-second wait shows that the people behind him don't know either, but the prudent genes allow them to carry out the second level of implementation.

After 20 seconds, the matter was over. Naturally, someone came forward, it could be someone who had a weight in Dongsheng City, or someone who would have a weight in Shimmer Tea.

As for who?

The original founder, is the Gao family with intricate roots?

Now it is not a question of whether Lu Ze wants to come to Dongsheng City, but the Gao family's bureau, and Lu Ze must enter.

The people who plan the plan may have good intentions, but the humane actions implemented below are really insufficient.

……

The only person in Dongsheng City who could arouse Lu Ze's interest was the Gao family's backhand.

Accept the invitation, suppress the Gao family's back hand with the power of thunder, and slash another knife at the bond of the Gao Li family.

Lu Ze was able to go to the academy to report with peace of mind.

- This was the original plan 3 minutes ago.

As for now......

Lu Ze's eyes instantly sharpened.

He needed to know what was going on behind the messy and twisted timeline!

Close your eyes.

The illusion that once appeared in front of him like a slide was quickly replayed by Lu Ze.

[Stop.] 】

Lu Ze had a thought, and the picture that passed quickly was frozen in a certain moment.

That picture—

Shangnan City, Fengyun Network Center.

That was the moment when the butterfly's wings were flapped for the first time.

……

……

Black night sky.

It seems to be only night here.

Because Lu Meng found that he had never seen the light here.

Of course, the starlight overhead doesn't count.

There were more than a dozen more people in the fog than last time.

Judging from the breath alone, there is a faint distortion around each person's body, effectively blocking the invasion of the mist.

This is a high-level warrior who is enough to form an aura!

And [Fog Plains] is the name given to this endless plain by the Stealing Organization after several explorations.

After all, the owner rightfully enjoys the naming rights.

For the Stealing Organization, the Fog Plains is a completely subversive existence.

For the first time, human beings have a perception that transcends the times in space!

Who would have imagined that behind the stars there is another starry sky and underneath is another plain?

Not to mention now......

"Can anyone tell me what it is?"

There was a murmur in Lu Meng's voice.

Beside him was a burly and tall ink master, a man with a perceptive eye for the depths of his eyes.

The prototype of the fog analyzer in hand is working faithfully to dispel the fog and illuminate the field of vision.

However, most of the view within a radius of 400 meters is occupied by this building in front of which can never grow naturally.

"Someone got here before us?"

Quaint boulders crisscross the area, mottled with moss, and a mess of weeds growing through the cracks in the boulders.

The circular base and the boulder steps go up step by step.

Starry sky, scorching sun, moon, clouds.

The totems outlined by the simple lines are imprinted on the boulders, either deep or shallow.

The ink master stretched out his hand and gently wiped off the slippery moss, and the corner of the stone painting was clearly exposed.

Straw, knots, flowers......

The kneeling crowd worships.

In the distance, there are walking giants and giant whales swimming in the sky.

The densely carved black lines seem to be towering mountains, and they seem to be giant beasts in the distance.

"I engraved it later."

The deep voice of the ink lord sounded, and his fingertips brushed over the pattern, feeling the depth and edge touch of the lines of the Great Wall and the fortress.

Although these post-engraved graphics seem more complex, the lines are extremely stiff, and the contrast with the simple lines is somewhat abrupt.

In other words, the loss of naturalness.

Perhaps the people who portrayed these figures at the time also noticed, so there are not many of these complex figures......

The ink lord stood below, but only as high as a boulder at the bottom.

Looking up at the starry sky, I suddenly felt small.

"Altar."

"An altar built by man."

"But it doesn't have to be an altar built by humans on Earth."

Liu Mei, Lan Tai, and Lu Meng, the three of them said three sentences each.

Mr. July, a wise man known as a ghost in the Shadow Stealing Organization, regained his previous appearance of being unfazed after recognizing Lu Meng.

"Magnetic field."

As soon as he spoke, nearly half of the people behind him looked down at the compass he was wearing.

Those compasses, which had not moved since entering the fog plain, were now pointing in one direction - this altar!

Mr. July opened a black log box with his left hand, and put his index finger and middle finger together in his right hand and flicked it forward.

A pale green glow spreads out.

It is as if a drop of paint falls into a pool of clear water, spreading in an instant, and the trajectory is clearly visible.

The crowd watched in amazement as the green glow slowly rose and grew higher and higher, marking the direction of the flow of gas around the altar.

"Keep up!"

The ink lord is in the lead.

Everyone stepped onto the altar at the same time.

When the boots landed on the stone, they made an echo similar to steel.

There are 77 stone steps, each with a drop of about 50 cm.

As the exploration team personally led by the Ink Lord of the Shadow Stealing Organization, the lowest number of people present was also among the 8-star Tempest.

The distance of 40 meters is only two short jumps.

When it landed, the momentum it brought up made the dust fill the air.

The "star-hunting dust" spilled by Mr. July pierced through the dust and went deeper.

Everyone held their breath, and no one used their fists to disperse the dust.

The wind blew gently in the wilderness, and the dust gradually dissipated, but the stardust did not drift away.

Especially when everyone stood on the altar, the speed of stardust gathering accelerated, and finally in the miraculous eyes of the crowd, it converged in the middle of the altar and slowly rose......

A glimmer emerges.

It's not the pale green sheen of stardust.

Instead, with a pale white and pale blue shimmer, it fell from the sky and fed back in the middle of this quaint altar.

Stardust rose into the sky and disappeared.

But these glimmers show no sign of dissipating, instead they continue to descend from the sky and connect to the altar.

It's just that the beam is so faint that you can't see it if you look away from it a little bit.

The ink lord did not speak, staring at the altar.

The crowd waited quietly.

30 seconds passed......

1 minute passed......

5 minutes passed......

The group remained silent.

The beam of light still hasn't disappeared.

The ink lord looked up at the endless night sky, and he opened his palm.

In the palm of his hand, the condensed cyclone was swept away little by little, converging towards the pillar of light.

"Look at your feet."

The ink lord spoke, and everyone bowed their heads, and their eyes turned into surprise.