The hands on the clock tick and tick, day after day, year after year, running on a predetermined trajectory, round by round, counting the thickness of time. The room was empty, the scene of the ceremony was a mess, two burned white candles, the flames were already dying, only a little red light remained in the heart of the candles piled with melted wax around them. The last remnants of the milky white liquid flowed from the upside-down cups on the floor, contaminating the tree-patterned blanket.

On top of that, the owner of the ritual is nowhere to be found.

It was night, the sky was clear, there were no clouds, and there was a full moon hanging high, shining alone in a clear shadow.

At the beginning of the people's spiritual wisdom, the most primitive worship is probably the sun and the moon, the sun rises and the moon sets and the reincarnation is not stopped, since ancient times, there are sun and moon worship, the so-called son of heaven spring sunrise, autumn and sunset, the worship of the sun and moon runs through the entire process of human civilization, even today, it is still continued as an inseparable tradition.

Now that I think about it, there is no more supernatural existence than the sun and the moon.

Its bare feet are four fields, rising in the east and sinking in the west,

It is cloudy and sunny, and dominates the stars.

In many mythological systems, the sun and the moon correspond to the plural mythological concept and enjoy an incomparably revered spiritual status.

And in the land of the Celestial Empire, the Mid-Autumn Festival, as the oldest festival, has been passed down from generation to generation, retaining the most primitive worship of the moon, and therefore, in this land, at this moment, at the night when families worship the moon, the spirituality of the concept of the moon reaches its peak of the year.

If there happens to be a ritual that can be awakened at the right time with the right spell and harnessed such spirituality, then what is rewarded may be what is called a stack of thousands of accidents.

Marvel.

At this moment, on the land of another world, the burst of cyan light engulfed the boy, and on the broken stone slab of creation, there was a line of mottled handwriting that was dissipating in the light, Ilda did not dare to miss a single detail, but even he could not confirm which line of epic poems was permanently lost in the light, and the burst of cyan light engulfed all sight.

"Hope is not too core of the epic", Ilda's distress at this time cannot be described in words, every epic on the last stone tablet dies, the fire of this world is one step closer to extinguishing, but there is no choice. Only by giving the boy the sigil can he repeat the miracles he has accomplished and shelter him back into his own world.

That's right, Ilda's evaluation of the boy's miraculous ritual is a miracle, which can make a mortal who has not ignited his own fire cross the ether and bypass the barrier of the world to come to this world intact, such a ritual can only be described as a miracle, and such a miracle,

Not reproducible.

Whoever tries to smuggle fireless mortals into the world through similar methods will end up being a tragedy without exception. Because of this, Ilda could see that the boy's luck was very good. And he bet on the luck of this teenager. Let the fire of the world mark the boy and help him repeat the miracle of the only one in ten thousand, so as to hope that the boy can become a new traveler and harvest new fire for the world.

In the desperate era of the rune world in the past, countless heavenly sons who were more amazing and brilliant than their teenagers fought for the future of the world, but in the end, they failed.

And now, the world that can't even sustain fire is betting its hopes on the luck of a visitor from another world, how sad and ridiculous it is, Ilda smiled self-deprecatingly, and once again looked at the stone tablet in front of him.

What will you see? Is it the miracle of the past of this world, the miracle of azure?" Ilda thought to herself.

Every Trainee Traveler who embarks on a journey will be given the opportunity to look directly at the fire when they receive the Seal, and the Fire of the World will bestow on them, which varies from person to person, from one to one for spiritual upliftment, for others for primordial runes, and for others for lost spells.

This is the blessing of the fire of the world, helping them to face unimaginable and unpredictable dangers and horrors in their future journeys.

The gift of the world.

But just as the cyan light completely engulfed the boy, a deep echo suddenly came from the sky, like the sound of something cracking echoed in the world, Ilda raised his head sharply, and great fear took over his mind in an instant,

"No, it can't be, how did it come so early. Ilda's brow furrowed, staring at the canopy above him, and after the first cracking sound, like a prelude to the fall of the polar night, the whole world was plunged into complete darkness, and the stone platform that shone with a cyan light above the only light earth.

Immediately after that, a curtain of light spread from infinity, in fact, red, sweeping all the corners of Ilda's field of vision, from infinity, but only in an instant, it spread the entire canopy.

Ilda looked back at the cyan stele behind him and the boy in front of the stele, the cyan light gradually dissipated, the boy stood in front of the stele with his eyes closed, on the smooth back of his right hand, there was an inscription composed of azure fireworks patterns, Ilda took a deep breath, that was the mark of fire, engraved on the back of the young man's hand, representing the last rune in the rune world:

Wish!

And above the canopy, like the brilliant colors of that night, intertwined, like blooming flowers, deeply into Ilda's gray eyes,

"Do you want to destroy, our last hope", there was a flame rising in his eyes, and a resolute look on his face was as determined as iron and stone, "I will not allow it." ”

So the earth burned, and the endless sand and gravel rose into the air as if in response to the call of the monarch, from the fine sand and gravel, gradually more and more, gradually to the huge rocks, little by little towards the sky, and finally, large swaths of land rose into the air, until the stone platform where Ilda and the flute were placed hung in the air, and a huge pit appeared under it, and all the sand and gravel were gathered together, fused and recast on the invisible power, carrying out the will of fire, awakening into the form of a beast, with wings and a head with huge horns.

"Rise!" Ilda roared, and the giant beast of the massive sand was wrapped in illusory firelight, unstoppable against the colorful canopy.

And above the heavenly dome, in the whirlpool formed by the convergence of layers of light curtains, that eye blinked slightly.

The beast fell apart in an instant, and rain of sand and gravel fell in the sky, and Ilda took a step back, holding on, but two shocking lines of blood flowed down his eyes.

"Is it too late?" said Ilda, as the eyes of the unknown and fear from the sky looked down on the fragile world once more.