The door to the Hall of Destiny opened, and there was a void inside.

In the deep void, several streamers of light swept through from time to time, reflecting several shiny silver metal components.

As Prattic and Habs walked in, the streamers in the void increased significantly, slowly revealing the entire interior of the temple.

In the void, a strange machine floated, and countless arc-shaped rail arms were slowly rotating around an unchanging point in the void along their own invisible tracks. Each arm has a different orbit and velocity, and some of them intersect each other, but countless complex trajectories overlap in one place, but they never collide.

I don't know how these sadhanas are driven, and I don't know how they change. They are deceptively simple, but they are so mysterious that even if they are as strong as Habs, they will feel dizzy after staring at them for a long time.

"I have to say, the power of nature is amazing. I could never have imagined that there would be such an existence as the Rite of Destiny, and that relying only on the mysterious power of the Void itself, it would be able to maintain its own operation and reveal to us the fate trajectory of the lowest level of the world. ”

Habs endured the discomfort, carefully watched the fate ritual, and faintly felt something, and said, "Your Majesty has avoided steam power and Force arrays for many years in order to better grasp the power in the depths of the void?"

"Exactly. Pratttick nodded.

Habs thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to go further?"

Prattik smiled bitterly and said, "Not to mention Your Majesty, who doesn't want to go further." Aren't you and me like that? It's a pity that our blood gives us great power, and at the same time puts shackles on us. From the moment we are born, our heavenly dome is fixed. It's just that it's not easy to find a power that can replace the bloodline? For thousands of years, the only one who has succeeded is the one who fell in the battle of the New World, right?"

Habs was silent for a moment, obviously not wanting to continue the topic, but said, "Maybe in the new world, it's easier to find alternative powers, right?"

This is actually the consensus of the top powerhouses of the Eternal Night, but unexpectedly, Prattic said: "Actually, there is not necessarily the power we need in the new world, and it is not necessary that there is no such power in the Eternal Night." We may have all fallen into the wrong trap for the past 10,000 years. You'll know when I introduce you to a little guy. ”

Prattic raised his voice and shouted into the void, "Anwen!"

A door opened in the corner of the void, and Anwen stepped out of it. Through the half-open door, you can see that it is also a wonderful space inside, with floors but no walls and ceilings. In addition to tables and chairs, there are countless complex and bizarre mechanical parts in the room, and as far as the eye can see, there are at least thousands of gears twisted together, and the movement between them is so complex that even thinking about it will give you a headache.

Not only did Habs look at the machinery in the room, but even Prattic was curious, while Anwen scratched his somewhat messy hair and said helplessly: "That's the case, the amount of calculations has been a bit large recently, and my demonic energy and secret methods are a little insufficient, so I have no choice but to find a way to make something out to assist my calculations." ”

Habs nodded, staring blankly at the extremely complex machinery in Anwen's room. With the ability of the crown of fire, he couldn't see the operation of even a small part of it, and he didn't know what Anwen's calculation meant. Aren't the powerhouses of the eternal night all relying on the power of the bloodline to improve their realm? As for the word comprehension, they still learned it from the human race.

The reason why perception is called perception is because there is a feeling

, but I can't say. Otherwise, why would the Terrans put epiphany in such a high position, and they are so admired.

When it comes to Anwen, it seems that the operation of the Force can not only be said, but also quantified and calculated?

Fortunately, Habs secretly glanced at Prattic, and when he saw that he was also ignorant, he was immediately relieved. It doesn't seem that the blood clan is particularly stupid, but that Anwen is too strange. Don't you see that even the Great Prophet of the Demon Descendant's generation can't understand what Anwen is doing?

Seeing the expressions of Prettik and Habs, Anwen scratched his hair again and decided to explain what he was doing. After all, it is only once in time to be able to work in the Hall of Destiny and always have access to the ritual of fate. And this all depends on Prattic, and Anwen's expenses in the Hall of Destiny are really not small, and Prettik has to nod his head.

Even the so-called young master of the demon descendant, a genius who has opened up a unique path with his own strength, also knows the truth of being responsible for the gold master.

"Actually, I'm not at the stage of exploring the unknown yet...... Wait, listen to me!" Anwen immediately saw a murderous look in Prattic's eyes.

Prattic said, "Okay, I'll listen to your explanation." It just so happened that His Majesty Habs was also there, so let's listen to it too. You've spent the last three years of maintenance for the entire Temple of Destiny in a month, and you haven't started the main process yet, and we're all curious to see what you've done. ”

Habs couldn't help but interject, "How much does the maintenance of the Temple of Destiny cost for a year?"

"You can build about three lava castles. ”

Hubston stopped talking, but looked at Anwen. He also wanted to know how Anwen managed to squander the castle he had spent hundreds of years repairing in three days.

Under the gaze of the two top powerhouses, An Wen also felt invisible pressure. He froze and said helplessly, "I can explain, but you have to be patient. Because what I'm going to say next, it may ...... Not very easy to understand. ”

Habs is okay, after all, he is crowned princely. Pratttick is notoriously cautious, and Anwen's words are tantamount to questioning his supreme wisdom, his face suddenly turned green, and a pair of beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of anger.

An Wen immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and it was too late to make amends, so he had to quickly sort out his thoughts. However, it is not so easy to draw conclusions from the extremely abstract figures and numbers in the head that they can understand.

"There are many kinds of Force in our world. Or rather, there are many manifestations of the Dark Force, and we only know a handful of them. The so-called power of the bloodline actually corresponds to a specific form of the Force. ”

This is the common sense that all the top powerhouses of the Eternal Night know, and the first lesson for the younger generation to get started is this.

However, Anwen's tone changed, "However, more manifestations of the Force are not yet known to us. Maybe, no, not maybe, the Force we have at our disposal is only a tiny fraction of all forms of the Force. There are countless new manifestations that we need to explore. Even in the void, some manifestations of the Force are there, and we don't know anything about them. ”

After introducing the concept of representation, Anwen saw that Prettic and Habs were not too uncomfortable for the time being, so he continued: "We can divide the Force into two parts: essence and manifestation, and in a sense, the dark Force can also be regarded as a manifestation. There must be a deeper essence to it. ”

Next Ann

Wen Lao made the mistake again, and he made countless numerical formulas and models at will. Prattic had to interrupt him, "You haven't said what exactly you're doing right now." ”

"Yes, if we want to break the shackles imposed on our bloodline, we need to find new powers, or rather, more manifestations of the Force. Only in this way will it be possible to find new paths, especially those that suit us. Like the Blackwing King, nay, the ways of Andua, Lord of the Night, are not for us. Anwen said.

Both Prattic and Habs nodded and listened. They all thought that there was no way forward in the Eternal Night World, but Anwen slowly ignited hope for them. It turns out that the Force is not only divided into eternal night and dawn, it turns out that the Force can exist in countless ways.

"In short, we need to find more forms of representation, or rather, patterns of existence. However, most of the Force's existence is beyond our perception, and even some manifestations are simply not perceivable by normal means, and their existence is only our theoretical speculation. It is very difficult to verify that they really exist. However, it is necessary and even unavoidable. Only with an in-depth understanding of all manifestations of the Force can we truly understand the world we live in, and in turn, understand our bloodline and find ways to break through. ”

Habs and Prattic listened more and more excitedly, and Prettic, the master prophecyclist, even had a trembling hand and asked hopefully, "Is it the work you have been doing that ......?"

"Yes, that's the tool designed to find these manifestations of the Force, and they're almost done!" Anwen said loudly.

Prattic looked dazed for a moment, and he looked at Habs, the crown of fire of the crowned prince, who was also obviously in a state of instant extinguishment.

"Wait......" Prattic tried to calm himself down, no matter how calm he was, even if he was going to explode, he would have to wait until he understood before killing Anwen.

"You just said that you haven't started looking for manifestations of the Dark Force, but have only built the tools to find them?"

"Shouldn't you sharpen your axe before you go into the mountains to chop wood?" Anwen said very philosophically.

The Great Prophet felt that fate had played a joke on him, and for a moment his anger was uncontrollable, and he roared: "You spent a quarter of the military expenses equivalent to the Black Sun Valley, enough money to build nine lava castles, and delayed the operation of the Destiny Ritual for half a month, so you created these ...... Tools?!"

"It's not done yet. Anwen said calmly.

"Not finished ?!! yet" The always gentle Great Prophet roared at the highest volume in his life, and even the Void had a tendency to tear.

Anwen was very calm and spread his hands: "Now that the money has been spent, can you still not let me finish it?"

Prattik's face was instantly gloomy. At this point, no matter what, he had to grit his teeth and let Anwen finish that damn calculation tool.

However, after all, he was a great prophet, and in a blink of an eye, he saw An Wen's weakness, and said gloomily: "Okay, I will continue to give money." However, if you succeed in finding the said manifestation of the Force, forget it. If you don't find ......"

"What's going on?" Anwen suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"The money will be credited to your account. ”

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