"But what are you going to pay, what are you going to do to make this dying world do it for you, to spend another useless expense of its little energy?"

Faced with Ilda's question, the boy was also stunned and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Yes, even people don't need to help you, how can you let a world help you, what can you do in return? Don't say that you are just a useless lover of occultism, even if you are a scientist or even a high-ranking official, what value can you have to a world......

In the face of true grandeur, all beings are equal, equal insignificance and equal uselessness. Ilda didn't speak, silent in the shadows, but the boy knew that there was a gaze in the shadows watching him, and he licked his thirsty lower lip and spoke softly,

"Uncle Traveler, could you please teach me what to do?"

On Ilda's face in the shadow, two sad brows rarely melted, but the young man didn't know that the white-haired middle-aged uncle propped himself up, letting his face shine under the dim chandelier, so that the young man could see it clearly, "Are you willing to do anything?"

“...... Yes, willing to do anything. "Obviously, there is no choice now, and I hope it is not something too difficult to accept.

"That's much easier," the middle-aged uncle exhaled, "The truth is that you don't need to contribute to you, but as long as you become a traveler in this world, you are your own people, and it is natural for your own people to help each other." ”

The boy blinked, suspecting that he had misheard, a condition that was more of a dream than an embarrassment.

"Really, can I be a traveler too?" It's all as illusory as a dream, and if it's a dream, it must be a dream that people don't want to wake up from. People are like this, even if they regretted their boldness just a day ago, and trembled under the unknown horror half a day ago, as long as they can transcend the mundane and travel the endless world, all suffering seems to be acceptable.

"Don't be too happy, not everyone can be a traveler," Ilda's words sobered up the boy a little, "Here, you can only qualify to become a traveler, but whether you can really fully sublimate yourself depends on you returning to your own world to pursue." ”

"Traveler's qualifications," the boy muttered to himself, "but isn't this world a traveler's training camp?"

"The fire is about to be extinguished, and the world no longer has the resources to make a newborn traveler possible. Ilda stood up, rummaging through the inside of his trench coat, pulling out a palm-sized hourglass, which he glanced at at the hourglass, "Wait a little longer, wait until the polar night is over before I go out and give you the mark of fire." ”

"Only with a mark can one be regarded as a trainee traveler, and only with a very small chance of grasping the occasional miracle in the mundane can sublimate oneself. ”

"Can you tell us more about travelers, such as the concept of fire? Although he knew that he was about to usher in the biggest opportunity in his life, normal people would feel extremely anxious and uneasy, and the white-haired uncle sighed, "There is still some time, so let's talk about the tinder." ”

"In your world are there myths and legends about fire, not just physical flames, but metaphysical concepts, deeper concepts, fire. ”

The boy thought about it, the more popular myths and legends are probably Prometheus stealing the heavenly fire, but Ilda did not wait for the boy to answer, "Fire, in the countless phases and countless worlds that depend on the Ninefold Aetheric Sea, is a very special and core concept, which not only refers to the phenomenon of walking light and heat, but also refers to the first seeds of civilization, life comes from water, wisdom is born in fire, grows on the earth, is sheltered by the wind, and thus becomes a civilized world." ”

"Fire is the key for travelers to walk the endless world between the ninefold etheric seas, and the spirit guarded by fire can not be eroded by a large number of complicated meaningless information in the etheric sea, and can not be isolated by the barriers between worlds. Ilda stretched out his broad palm, and in the dim stone room, under the gaze of the young man's round eyes, the palm of his palm danced with silver-gray firelight, the same color as the vast desert outside, there was no temperature of fire, but just looking at it, it made the young man seem to be facing the vast and boundless earth, and an indescribable deep sense of heaviness was detonated in this stone room.

Although I have long known that there must be a real mysterious power and a real supernatural phenomenon in this world, this is the first time that a young man has watched this extraordinary power so closely, thick as the earth, bearing the sky, desolate as a desert, dry and dead and silent, this is fire, but it is not fire.

At this moment, the young man realized what the middle-aged traveler had just said, this is the concept of a deeper fire, and its attributes are the attributes of the soul and spirit, and no longer refer to the material light and heat.

"Let's go, as long as I mark you with the fire of this world, I can send you back to your world with the power of the world," the flame in the palm of his hand disappeared, and Uncle Ilda looked at the hourglass in his arms again, the time had come, the night had passed, and the terrifying things had passed.

As Ilda climbed the rickety wooden ladder and hiked through the deep tunnels, the two soon reappeared on the surface.

At this time, the sky was white, and the young man looked at the sky from afar, and did not see a celestial body similar to the sun, but the sky dome really cast a clear light, and the young man couldn't help but ask,

"Isn't there no sun in this world? Where does this light come from?"

"Although I don't know what kind of thing the sun of your world is, one thing is certain, the light and heat that give birth to civilization are inseparable from the fire of the world, and the fire of each world exists in different forms, maybe the fire of your world is the sun you are talking about. ”

"......" The young man thought carefully about the description of the fire just now, the sun, Prometheus stole the holy fire of the sun, could it be that the sun is the fire of my world, or is the form of its existence the sun? For a while, the young man couldn't help but think.

No matter how absurd the occult theory is, it will eventually return to reality and correspond to reality, and the occult is not a fantasy discipline, but the key to the truth of the world.

"The difference between man and beast is that they fear fire, whereas we yearn for light. The fire of civilization burns brightly in the desert, illuminating not only chaos, but also people's hearts. "In the boundless desert, the voice of the traveler seems to come from the sky,

"Next, I will show you the fire of this world civilization, please pay respect, because every fire is a miracle that Aether praises. ”