Wren felt depressed, and this depression permeated every inch of his body, and even his soul felt a kind of dark loneliness. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He guessed that he was now in a gap in space, or at the bottom of an abyss.

It was pitch black around him, and even the slightest light he could see was tingling with numbness.

"I'm not dead...... With the power that Lauster has shown, he can't kill me yet. He comforted himself in his heart.

However, his condition is not good, the power in his body is still there, but he can clearly feel that he is like a nestling trapped in an eggshell, and this power cannot break free from the shackles around him.

"I miscalculated, I should have been sealed. Wren smiled wryly.

According to his current strength, he can live for thousands of years even without eating or drinking. It wasn't easy to kill him, but sealing him was relatively simple. You can do this with some special rune formations or artifacts.

This is not uncommon in the wizarding continent, and many wizards will seal an invincible opponent when they face it, intending to wear it out in the most ruthless time.

"Good thing I have the witch tree. Wren was hopeful.

His consciousness sank into the sea of souls, and he headed towards a flower representing the elven plane.

This flower has the plane marker of the elven plane in it, and he is able to use this plane marker to descend on the elven plane.

Normally, it should be, but the truth is......

"What's the matter, why can't I get out of here?" Wren lost his face slightly.

He probed his soul power into several other flowers representing different planes, and the results were the same as before.

This was something Wren had never encountered before, and based on his previous speculation and research on the witch tree, it should not have happened.

Unless it's ......

Wren only then carefully remembered the change in Lawster, the other party's situation was by no means an overdraft of strength, but a kind of possession.

How can a paladin who can possess and descend on a tower of truth be an ordinary wizard.

Could it be that person is a powerhouse at the level of an ancestral witch? Ren's mood became heavier and heavier.

He had an even more terrifying guess, associating some of the rumors of the Tower of Truth and their way of doing things, and he felt more and more sure of his guess.

The guy who possessed Lauster is the Ancestor of the Tower of Truth!

An ancestral witch, even if it is just a trace of will, the seal he has laid out is definitely not something that he can easily break.

Time passed leisurely, and Wren's mood gradually calmed down.

He recalled some rumors about the Tower of Truth, especially the rumors in the Tower of Eternity, that the Pool of Truth that examined the Holy Wizard and Paladin was a conspiracy, a trap set by the former Lord of Truth, that is, the ancestor of the Tower of Truth, and that everyone who passed the so-called test was implanted by him with his own will and became his puppet.

In the past, Wren thought this was nonsense, how could a great ancestor witch covet a human body, but now it seems that things may not be so simple.

"Every wizard who comes out of the pool of truth, regardless of his nature, becomes madly paranoid. Wren thought of the sentence that Feldman had written down in his notebook, and realized that he was indeed careless.

Feldman remembered a deep fear of the Tower of Truth, and a constant suspicion of the Paladins and Paladins, which he ignored.

"It's all to blame on the guy named Lyles, he must know that. Wren was a little resentful, but after calming down, he was thinking about what the other party meant.

He didn't think that Lyles wanted to use a knife to kill people against him, a simple reason was that the other party, as the patron saint of the Tower of Eternity, was far stronger than himself, and this kind of thing did not need to be done by others. What's more, Lyles is the ancestor of the Tower of Eternity behind him, and it is even more impossible for him to use the other party's name to deceive himself.

It seems more like a test.

Lyles ...... What exactly are your intentions?" Wren frowned.

Time seemed to stand still for him, and he thought about these questions, but his mind quickly diverged, thinking of his snow elf wife, Rachel, who had died, and of the dark elf Lilith who had left him a long letter full of thoughts.

"Heidi doesn't know what to do, I think I will give the puppets a last-minute order to help Heidi, she shouldn't have any surprises. ”

"Olitana...... Her aura was strange, very different from before, but she was still her, and I could feel ......"

A figure involuntarily flashed in Wren's mind, and it was an old face.

Even though he had been through a lot of things and had all kinds of memories, those initial memories still couldn't be erased from his mind.

"Grandma......" Wren muttered to himself.

Time flies.

Wren had no idea about time, but he never gave up.

The witch tree is his biggest hole card, and it is also a mystery that he still hasn't figured out.

It was only when he was truly calm down that Wren was able to study it.

He recalled the memories transmitted to him by the Tree of Life, comparing them to the Witch Tree one by one, speculating about its origins, and pondering the abilities it might have.

One after another spiritual light was born in his mind, and he tried them one by one, some failed, some succeeded.

At this time, he was a bit like the Holy Wizard of the Tower of Truth, caught in such a persistent and crazy experiment.

"The union of the Witch Tree and me is not accidental, it is likely that as the Tree of Life said, some special beings it saw in the eternal universe could only sublimate themselves after they had a certain commonality in one. ”

"Unlike the Tree of Life, the Witch Tree's roots are more like in this wizarding world, and may have been just a seed at one time. ”

"The scene full of flowers, maybe a picture of a moment in the past, it is not my memory, but a heritage rooted in the witch tree. ”

In this way, every time it opens, it does not necessarily need to absorb the original power of that world, but as long as it can stimulate its inheritance power. ”

......

I don't know how long it took, Wren's closed eyes suddenly opened.

Even in the darkness, there was a compelling light shining from his eyes.

His soul turned into flowing water, merging towards the witch tree.

In the sea of his soul, the wind and clouds surged, rolling up monstrous waves, and the four-colored rays of light in the sky, representing the power of different laws, were entangled with each other, as if they were about to merge together.

Along with these changes, the witch tree in the center of the soul sea also underwent a slight change, and a trace of imperceptible colored mist seeped out of it, heading towards the entangled four-colored light in the air.

Wren's whole soul entered a very mysterious state, like death, and his brain was ethereal, but in this ethereal, there was a strange pervasiveness.