Chapter 4 Gifted me to stand in front of the best soothsayer the Phantom Snow had ever had, and I suddenly realized that he was getting old, and that his once black hair had turned gray, like snow falling on his shoulders.

Tarot's cloudy eyes stared at me, and after a moment he smiled slightly, and a pamphlet magically appeared in his hand, and the pamphlet flashed with a faint golden light, which I had never seen before.

"What is this?" I asked curiously.

"This is the art of divination, and this is the art of divination that I taught you, and now, for you," Tarot smiled.

I reached out and took it, thanking me happily. Tarot often gives me small things, many of which are very interesting.

I wanted to put it in the ring, but I couldn't. I frowned slightly and tried again, but it didn't work either.

Tarot on the side laughed after seeing it, supported my hand with his old palm, laid my palm flat, and put the booklet in the palm of his hand, "Prince Yu, this booklet is placed here, you wrap it with magic qi"

I was suspicious, a wisp of magic qi appeared in the palm of my hand, slowly touching the golden booklet, a strange scene appeared, after the magic qi touched the surroundings of the booklet, slowly seeped into it, and then, the booklet slowly became blurred, and began to slowly melt into my palm.

My eyes widened as I watched the magical scene, then I looked up and looked at Tarot suspiciously. Tarot put away his playful expression, his face became serious and solemn, "Prince Yu, don't let anyone know, you have to keep it well."

The Tarot in my memory is always playing with me with peace and laughter, always smiling, even if I break a lot of his things, I never get angry, this is the first time I have seen him so serious.

Perhaps, this pamphlet was especially important to him, and I thought to myself, no matter what, if he gave it to me, then I will keep it.

The vague pamphlet gradually melted into the palm of my hand, and slowly, when the last layer was gone, boom!

There was a roar in my head, and an illusory pamphlet appeared out of thin air, it was a phantom. The physical booklet that melted into the palm of my hand quickly turned into a golden fluid after the phantom appeared, flowing into the phantom along the veins of my body, slowly condensing and deforming until it completely coincided.

The condensed booklet floated silently in my mind, and as I tried to touch it with the power of my consciousness, the booklet happily accepted my consciousness as if it were spiritual, allowing me to easily open it and feel the flowing golden words.

It wasn't until much later that I learned that this booklet, even in the divine realm, would cause an uproar, it was the "Divination" left by the ancient god of spells, although it was only a part, its value was immeasurable. The divination techniques that Tarot learned in it were only scratching the surface.

Saying goodbye to Tarot, it was already getting dark, and I turned back and walked towards my father's palace, where I knew he was waiting for me.

As I walked through the corridors of the palace, I met men who came and went in a hurry, and I could tell from their garments that they were envoys sent to carry the king's orders, and they saluted me hastily, and then left in a hurry. There are only a few people on weekdays, so why there are so many today, I am a little puzzled.

Seeing me walk in, my father's personal guards led me inside, and I saw my father. The father stood casually, staring at a painting on the wall in front of him, in which was a sword, the blade of the sword exuded a simple light, the tip of the sword pointed straight ahead, and the soft light seemed to contain a huge sharpness, as if it had the energy to destroy the world.

I called out softly, "Father."

My father turned around, his brow furrowed slightly, and waved at me: "Follow me."

My father took me into the Treasure Pavilion, which stored a lot of magic weapons, magic weapons, as well as all kinds of top weapons, and even an artifact, you must know that the artifact can only be used after becoming a god, and the power is not comparable to those weapons and magic weapons.

Father walked to a wall in the treasure pavilion, waved one hand, a flash of colored magic energy melted into the wall, and after a while, with a boom, a stone door appeared out of thin air in the middle of the wall, which was slowly opening.

My father waved at me, then stepped in. I kept looking left and right, and followed my father into the stone gate.

Inside the stone gate is a small space, a stone statue stands in the swaying firelight, the stone statue has a huge twelve wings behind it, the wings are spreading its tips, high diagonally into the sky, even if it is only a stone statue, but the domineering coercion that comes to my face, so that my body can not move in an instant, and my face is impressive.

Fortunately, my father gently placed his palm on my shoulder, and relieved me of the amazing coercion. I looked at my father in disbelief, but my father smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, come and see the God King."

I looked at the stone statue of the god king with the same face as the stone statue in the Phantom Snow Temple, and respectfully saluted my father.

"Xiao Yu, this stone statue has a drop of essence blood left by the God King thousands of years ago, thousands of years have passed, and the divine power contained in this drop of essence blood has not yet dissipated, this is the only testimony that my clan has ever existed as a God King," his father said melancholy.

I slowly stepped forward, staring at this stone statue of the god king, and after staring for a while, I suddenly turned around: "Father, maybe we can also become gods, and we can also become the kings of this god realm, like the god king, so that the wings behind this can spread their wings and soar unscrupulously." ”

Father paused slightly, then laughed, and said, "Okay, Yu'er, if you have ambition, then father will give this to you."

As he spoke, my father asked me to stand behind me, and with a flick of my fingers, a wisp of golden magic qi shot out and went straight into the heart of the stone statue, and after a while, a piece of crystal blood jade flew in front of me with the support of the magic qi.

Suddenly, the whole stone statue was like the sun obscured by dark clouds, dim and depressed, lost its spirit and luster, and turned into a pile of waste rocks and collapsed.

I looked at the blood jade that suddenly flew in front of me, and then at the collapsed stone statue, a little stunned.

"The stone statue is just some useless stones, this piece of blood jade is the soul, a drop of the essence blood of the God King is in this blood jade, Yu'er, take it" The father said abruptly.

I didn't say anything, and reached out to take the piece of blood jade.

The blood jade tentacles are cold, it is a kind of coldness that cleanses the mind, and I like this feeling.