Jonah took a deep breath and watched the hot breath from his mouth crackle and freeze into crumbling ice in the air. The cool breeze from the Northern Continent filled his chest, making his violently beating heart gradually regain its composure. The boy stooped down and picked up the fragment of the nameless book from the ashes, a fragment no larger than the size of a palm. By the starlight of the sky, I could barely see a line of familiar words, "The high mountain peaks are inhabited by red angels, deep in the crypt dwells blue demons, and there is a band of people who do not believe in gods or devils who live in the plains, who do not need blessings and curses, but only sow seeds, reap, thresh, birth, growth, and death." Ayala and Gamaliel must make a choice when the flames rise in the false castle. ”

This is the eleventh prophecy that has not been fulfilled. The prophecy of Seglas the Betrayer became more and more obscure, and it was not clear to Jonah whether the tenth prophecy had been fulfilled, "A pagan with a strange name, an enemy of Gamaliel and a disciple of the blasphemer, will show the way." Another door will open for the newborn Son of Iryon. Now that the vague words had turned to ashes, the boy stared at the eleventh prophecy for a long time, and then clutched the fragment tightly in his palm.

"Don't panic. The astrologer said to himself, "No betrayer can influence the trajectory of the world,...... I'm Jonah, a fifth-level astrologer, a member of the Pitchfork Squad—not a slave to fate!"

He turned. The "Zero Change" star array has long since been extinguished, a large area of snow has melted, and the ice is deeply engraved with the traces of the Gilberto spiral, and in the center of the spiral, the lilac ball opens into six petals, revealing a faint light inside. The boy walked across the steaming ice field, crouched down, and reached out to touch the object he had taken from the Thorn Elf Enchantment.

The surface of the sphere is unexpectedly fragile, shattering into powder at the slightest touch, and a small white dot hovers in the center of the ball, not like any known material in color, texture, and shape, and looks closer to the void world constructed by the First Mentor in the turbulence of time and space. Jonah looked closer, and found that the dot did not grow in size with distance, and even when he did, it was still a little white light the size of a pinpoint, more of an abstract dot in mathematics and geometry than something that actually existed.

Jonah was not a risk-taker, and he would never have ventured into such an inexplicable thing. But in the starlit Northern Continent tonight, there is no hesitation in the young man's heart, this is not reckless, but the courage to face the unknown calmly. Slowly reaching below the white dot, Jonah held it up with the palm of his hand, but the spot sank into his leather glove, penetrating the skin, into the bloodstream, and becoming invisible.

A snowflake fell and stood still on the tip of the astrologer's nose, and the snow did not melt, not because the rules of physics had failed, but because the world had suddenly stood still in Jonah's eyes. Suddenly a huge amount of information poured into his mind, sweeping through the spiritual world like a storm, raging in every groove of memory, emotion, thinking and judgment, the young man's soul was torn, shattered and reassembled, changing his appearance every moment, he could not breathe, he could not think, he could not shed tears, he could not moan from great pain, he rolled with the waves like a victim swept by a torrent, the door of darkness opened, and this terrifying spiritual power was dragging him to an incomparably deep place.

Then a light flashed in the storm, and the pure white light flashed away, and Jonah's soul saw that in the light there were 100 million souls singing in unison. In this moment, he understood the meaning of this message, a hint, a map, a coordinates, and a bridge to another world hidden in the sphere. It was a strange bit, even in the space-time vortex opened by the "Zero Change" star array, if you use Gilberto Gilbern's theory to explain all this, the 10,000 bits that the first mentor had traveled to were bubbles around the soap bubbles of the world, and the world in front of him was far hidden in the darkness, and if no one pointed the way, even the master of the space-time star array could not reach it.

Seglas the Betrayer has buried the signs of another world in the enchantment.

He asked the thorn elves to guard this coordinate for a thousand years.

The person the elves are waiting for is a strong man with the power of time and space, and only the master of time and space can read this sign.

Three hundred years ago, the blue-hatted dwarves came to Ringolpant, declaring that the long-awaited man was "coming".

The man never appeared, and at this time the volcano erupted and the Northern Continent was destroyed again, which became known as the "Dawn of the Second Age".

At the same time, another catastrophe occurred in the southern continent, which, albeit on a much smaller scale, affected the entire world.

In order to explore the secrets of the upper world, the first mentor Gilberto Gilbernaion used the seventh inscription of the gods to activate the space-time star array, and finally fell into the turbulence of time and space with the astrology tower "Ann Lycia", and never came back.

Gilbertnayon once wanted to venture into the northern continent, and his followers built the steam submarine USS San Gilberto, which stood by under the ice at the edge of the continent.

But the first mentor was swallowed up by time and space, he never came to the Northern Continent, the loyal crew died in depression, and the submarine was buried in the dust of history.

All the clues are connected in one piece.

The person the thorn elves are waiting for is Gilberto Gilberneon.

They are going to give the Space-Time Dao Marker left by the betrayer Seglas to the master of the Space-Time Star Array.

By mistake, what they were waiting for was the apprentice of the first generation of mentors hundreds of years later, the fifth-level astrologer who gradually comprehended the mysteries of time and space with the help of the Annihilation Star Array. They thought Jonah was the one who made the promise, but they didn't know that the true master of the plane had been destroyed three hundred years earlier.

But how did Seglas the Betrayer anticipate Gilbertnayon's appearance a thousand years ago? How did he leave behind a prophecy from the nameless book that would spin the gears of fate for an astrologer's apprentice a thousand years later? Where does this mysterious landmark lead, and what role does the hidden bits on the edge of time and space play for the future of this world?

Solve a mystery and open a lock, only to find that the chest contains more complex locks, and there are more puzzles hidden behind the puzzles. Jonah wanted to see all the secrets, but he could only feel pain, chagrin, and helplessness at the moment, because the tide of the massive amount of information was receding, and with his current ability, it was simply not enough to manipulate the space-time star array, or even record the information of the Dao marker. Sounds become words, words become graphics, a combination of numbers and patterns, and even if you can't cross the barrier of time and space, Jonah can be sure that the coordinates must be completely accurate, and a small fallacy can lead to a very different destination.

"Remember, remember, remember!" the young man's soul roared, and he used all his mental power to imprint the message into the sea of knowledge. Time began to thaw, and the ice crystals on the tip of the boy's nose were melting, "Ah!" The voice came out of his mouth, and he fell to his knees suddenly, reaching out to grab the tail of the space-time landmark, but the information had disappeared cleanly, and all his fingers touched was the eternal starlight.

Jonah opened his deerskin bag and poured out his workbook and charcoal, and began to write and draw frantically while his memory was still clear. The cold made his fingers not obey, and he activated the temperature-controlled star array to raise his body temperature, leaving line after line of complex calculations on the tip of his pen, and the mystical figures covered one page of papyrus in an instant, and then spread out on the next page. Ten minutes later, Jonah wrote down the last number, "5", and sat down on the ground, his fifteen-page workbook scattered all over the floor, he had reproduced the sign as best he could, but the memory had faded, and less than a tenth of the information had been recorded.

He failed. Incomplete Dao Signs have no meaning, and the treasures that the Thorn Elves have guarded for thousands of years have become worthless. "Smack!" the young man's fingers trembled as he severed his charcoal, the stubble punctured his glove, and a drop of blood fell to the ice. The emotions that had been stored up for a long time suddenly exploded, and he grabbed the workbook and tore it in half, tearing the paper apart, shredding and shredding it again, and sprinkling a chaotic cloud of white butterflies into the sky. "Damn! Damn! You can't do anything, hell!" he sat down, covering his head, gasping for breath and his face pale. Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "...... Why am I so angry? These are all fake, the first mentor said, these are all fake, whether it is those elves, or myself, they are just playthings made by the people above, haha, why be angry? Really, I am really naïve......"

Jonah laughed maniacally and grabbed the shredded paper and lifted it up. This dangerous hysteria was interrupted by a serendipitous discovery, and a shredded piece of paper fell on his face, and the boy shook his head angrily, only to catch a glimpse of the words written on the paper: "...... "These are six ......"

He didn't remember writing anything like this himself, and in fact he didn't even know what he had scribbled on the paper in his frenzied copying. Startled by the name of Segres, he gradually returned to his senses, and Jonah carefully placed the piece of paper on the ground, then looked around for pieces of paper that could be put together.

After half an hour, one of the workbooks was mostly restored and could barely be read. After a lengthy period of numbers, it is written, in the lingua franca of the Western Continent:

"Seglos said: This is the 'Frost Treasure' of the six treasures, and by following the path indicated by the Frost Treasure, you will gain 'Immortality'.

You say, "No one can be immortal, except the gods."

Segres said: Exactly. ”

This conversation is like a betrayer's guide to the one who opens the orb. - So, there are six space-time landmarks guarded by the ancient race, and each one can bring a kind of ability?Jonah thought in a daze, when the sky behind him suddenly brightened.

The boy turned around and saw a fire burning in the northern sky, and the flames went straight into the sky, obscuring the glow of the aurora. Jonah had never seen such fire in his life, and had never felt such a large, sharp, sharp malice, and he could not move as he watched the evil flame transform into a dragon with teeth and claws, and then suddenly disappear into the canopy as if it had never existed.

"Just a hello. The man thirty-three miles away said.