Ever since the divinity of the Drowning God had revived on his left wrist, Lan Li had not tested anything other than that it could cause a great flood.

And he can't be "eaten" by others, he can't perform any magic skills, and he can't even communicate-

This thing is a divine nature, not the mind of a god, in a sense, it should be a god's instinct, in Lan Li's view, it is like the seed of the ancient path, or an enhanced version of the power seed.

However, right now, this seed of power is no longer simple, but secretly "making small moves" behind his back?

After touching his wrist and digging out the blue flame that burned on it, Lan Li frowned and stared at the quietly burning "flame" in front of him and fell into thought.

The Seven Gods Contract allowed him to communicate with the Seven Gods Spokesperson who existed in an unknown temple, and the other party had never lied, and Lan Li did not think that the spokesperson had to lie in this regard.

At the same time, the box under your feet does not seem to be simple and alienated, it is more complicated.

Does it mean that when the alienation was at the beginning, the blue flame in the hand was also "mixed with a kick", so that such a special thing was created?

If this is the case, then this flame is equivalent to the existence of its own mind?

But Lan Li doesn't feel like it.

The divinity of the drowning god does contain some traits that change the character, such as the seed of the ancient path, which will have a great impact on the target after being possessed, but that trait does not represent the mind.

Although the exploration of his own mind may not be effective for the gods, at least he is quite sensitive to this aspect, but Lan Li has never noticed the existence of a mind in this fire.

Maybe it's because Tinder is too strong in this regard and is completely blinded by itself?

But when he was in Twin River City, he weakened this thing to the point that it was almost dissipated, and he didn't see any subjective thinking to resist or interfere.

So after thinking about it, Lan Li thought that it wasn't this thing that had its own ghost idea, maybe ...... Is it passively blended?

When it comes to the special operation of wrist imprints?

After all, the chaotic power bred by the chaos mark can be absorbed by the ancient path mark and then give birth to the ancient path seed, so when the ancient path mark is occupied by the ancient path seed and can no longer absorb the chaotic power, the power will run into other marks, such as this drowning god mark, and then create this unique wooden box, which seems to make sense......

"You really can't destroy it?" There was a preliminary guess in his mind, but this did not solve the trouble caused by the box, so Lan Li pressed the fire back and touched the Seven Gods mark on his wrist again.

"When I was in the church, I almost erased this drowning divinity, why can't I come to you? This box may contain the power of the Drowning God, but it is not really the Drowning God, is it? ”

"You may be able to weaken the divinity of the gods." The voice inside the mark replied, "But you can't erase it completely, or rather, you can never kill a god unless you completely eradicate the faith of the gods from the mundane world." ”

"Then I can weaken this box too?" Lan Li easily thought of this.

"You have the power to wield the power of the gods, but you can't weaken this box to the point where it can't cause trouble all at once, and the consequences of such an act may be unknown - I can feel that this box is full of human resentment, which even the gods can't easily resolve."

"So what's your suggestion?"

"Trade with the gods, who can seal it for thousands of years." The girl's voice on the wrist replied, "Or you can take it with you at any time, there is a unique connection between you that makes it stable in front of you and doesn't create chaos - maybe it can help you a little more." ”

Lan Li didn't say anything when he heard this, but thought about it.

The spokesperson of the Seven Gods on his wrist is a very interesting "person", and for countless years, Lan Li has found that the other party does not lie to him, or he does not feel that the other party has lied.

There were times when she didn't answer questions, for example, Lan Li once asked what her authority to mobilize the power of the Seven Gods, that is, the characteristics of the Warrior's Son, was, she didn't answer. There are also those rifts in time, the blood of the world and other unclear things, she also chose not to answer.

Lan Li guessed what harm her timeline had done to the world, and then it bleed, and maybe that blood was the power of chaos?

This speculation felt quite nonsensical, and it was not quite consistent with his conjecture in the parallel world in the past, but Lan Li didn't get to the bottom of it, because the other party admitted that it was not because she didn't want to answer, but because the Seven Gods didn't give her the knowledge to answer these questions, so only those words on the surface existed.

Lan Li was speechless about this, and she couldn't figure out what was going on with the Seven Gods behind her, the subconscious of all those who believed in the Seven Gods?

Similar to the kind of alayya consciousness in the second dimension in the memory of the previous life?

If that's the case, is there still a world consciousness here?

If you extend the association in this way, you obviously bring a bad influence to the world, so will the consciousness of that world reject you?

Thinking about it, it's really possible, aren't the old disciples who are looking for the door all over the world just trying to find themselves and erase them?

So the gods are equal to the consciousness of the world?

Or is it subject to the consciousness of the world?

What is the consciousness of the world?

Or are the gods outside of Westeros simply sensing the damage to the world and responding positively?

But in this way, how can the seven gods on the wrist not reject themselves?

The Seven Gods don't have a choice?

Still is......

This conversation didn't produce any results, and Lan Li didn't choose to ask the Seven Gods to seal the box in the end, because it would inevitably involve new transactions. So he just pushed the box back under the bed and left it to be solved later.

In the quiet room, the oil lamp in the dim light had already been blown out, and he was silently lying on the big bed in the dark and diverging his thoughts, and a heavy feeling of oppression suddenly came from Lan Li's chest, which made him frown unconsciously, and a thought flashed subconsciously in his chaotic mind-

The cat is fat again.

What he thought in his heart did not affect the movements at hand, and he saw that under the hazy moonlight outside the window, the black-haired young man lying on the soft light blue bed raised his hand and skillfully stroked the "air" on his chest, which looked a little inexplicable, but in fact, the touch from his hand was soft and smooth.

He sighed because of this, feeling that the cat was pitiful.

Over the years, he couldn't hear the cat's bark, nor could he feel the cat's emotions, but occasionally felt that it would become very irritable, and when he went out hunting a few times, he would find it attacking prey or others, and sometimes he could even detect it rolling around irritably on his chest, and he might hold it for too long to communicate with his own kind or humans, and he was angry.

"When you die one day, you must lie on top of me before you die, otherwise I won't know."

Lying on the bed, Lan Li muttered in a low voice, and then felt a warm little paw on his chin, as if responding to his words.

How long do cats live?

While raising his hand to grab this fleshy little paw and ravaging it continuously, Lan Li thought silently.

Decade?

Fifteen years?

It's a little short.

It's more than ten years old now, right?

And it seems that it is the age that only pet cats in the previous life can live, but at that time, both medicine and the environment were different from the current ancient world, so ......

This cat is a little special, it should live a little longer, right?

Lan Li thought to herself.

For a long time, the people around him changed and changed, but this cat has been following him silently...... Instead of ignoring it before, he now cares more and more about the cat.

But maybe the cat will outlive him. He laughed to himself.

After crossing once, I still couldn't escape the curse that the more I grew up, the more troubles I had. When I was a child, I dreamed of being a traveler and going all over the world to see the wonderful landscapes of all places, but now it seems that that dream is getting more and more distant.

As long as the secular power struggle does not involve the root of his survival, Lan Li doesn't care much, but now it is obvious that he has been targeted by the "will of the world", or the gods of those outer continents, in this case, leaving the Westeros continent to travel to the enemy's base camp?

It's nonsense to think about.

The Chaos Mark brought all this, but in the final analysis, this Chaos Mark was born because its own gold finger can travel through history, so its own gold finger, or self, is the root problem of all this.

In the early years, Lan Li was more wary of his golden finger, after all, who would give you a private custom cheat without side effects, if there are really no side effects, then there must be some reason for it, it can't be explained by a lucky person, right?

Sure enough, the trouble is here.

Although what he has learned so far is not a big problem, but what about after that?

If this continues, who knows what other surprises will happen?

The rift in the mouth of the spokesperson of the Seven Gods, the blood of the world or something, sounds very scary - maybe he keeps making copies like that, and will finally destroy this world?

Didn't those disciples keep saying that?

There are all kinds of clues that prove that this golden finger is obviously harmful to the world, or will bring about change, but what is it?

Or rather, what is yourself?

Thinking of this, Lan Li's mind unconsciously flashed a dirty and innocent smile.

Raya ...... Children of Chaos......

He sighed.

Before he left the Riverlands, he went out for the last time in the past two days to try his luck, and when he couldn't find a new medium, he agreed to the deal of the Seven Gods to repair the dagger, and then find a way to complete the transaction when he returned to Dragonstone.

It was nothing more than his own speculation to destroy the world, and he couldn't let that derail his plans - figuring out whether Raya was dead or not, figuring out everything about the Child of Chaos, and the information behind it, was what he needed to solve right now.

……

Lan Li slept a little unsteadily that night, but the next day he still got up early as usual, dressed and washed, and then habitually walked towards the Bachelor's Tower, ready to learn some knowledge related to astronomy.

A lost experience in his early years had made Lan Li somewhat aware of this aspect, and it would not be long before he would embark on another journey to Dragonstone, if the storm capsized the ship again......

Therefore, before leaving, it is still necessary to make up for this knowledge.

But before he could reach his destination, he saw an emaciated teenager running towards him in a panic.

Lan Li took a look and found that it was the son of White Deer Wenda, who had been following his ass since King's Landing left.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Mother, mother—"

The young man who ran over was a little flustered, but he subconsciously lowered his voice.

"Mother can't wake up no matter how she screams, and there are some strange things on her face!"

Something weird?

Lan Li frowned when she heard this.