Volume 7 was a flashy year

The blue moon rises, the azure moon fades, the days pass quietly, and Norland bids farewell to spring and enters early summer.

This month, Faust is calm, the Holy Alliance is calm, and the whole of Norland is calm. It was as if the entire plane had entered a peaceful day, and everyone had lazily lost their fighting spirit.

His Royal Highness from Calando occupies a window position on the top floor of the floating island castle, where he curls up every day, sleeping in the sun, sleeping in the moonlight, and bathing in the starlight. Twenty-four hours a day, His Highness sleeps for more than twenty hours, and sometimes even forgets to eat.

Crimson went to Faro, not knowing what to do to strengthen the brood, but Tiramisu stayed on the floating island every day, with nothing to do, and picked up the hobby of cooking food again, or simply found an open space, sat down, and then was in a daze. That's it, and the size of the tiramisu is still getting bigger. The ogre race, the expression of strength has always been very intuitive, the larger the body, the more powerful.

Luoqi is still faceless, burying her head in the magic workshop every day, fighting countless construction pieces, completely forgetting her identity as the Star of Mensa. But in private, in the whispers of those young mages, she was still the most beautiful woman they had ever seen in their lives.

The Dark Magician has traveled to a foreign land, to Wald's homeland.

The rest of the followers are busy with their own business, and everyone now has a small world of half a **.

Richard sat day after day in the cultivation room at the top of the castle, which occupied an entire floor, and sat still every day in the face of the sunset and moonrise of Faust. This is where Gordon once sits, and it is a place that Gordon is bound to go to before every big war. Before heading to the Rogy Plane, Gordon had spent the entire day sitting in silence here. Whenever he sat here, Richard couldn't help but think about what that man would think when he sat here.

The cultivation room was very empty, and there were originally floor-to-ceiling windows facing the outside, and it was like seeing the world when you looked out, but after the last renovation, Richard asked people to remove all the windows and frames, so sitting on the edge, there was a feeling of sitting alone on the cliff, hanging from the cliff, as if sitting in the embrace of the world.

For a whole month, Richard meditated. However, the environment is not quiet, because there is always the purring of the little lion of the mountains and the sea. This did not disturb him, but made his state of mind more peaceful and peaceful. Once again, his life was like a pendulum, and every seven days he would move and receive reports from the various subordinate planes, and during this time, even the planes would be calm.

Richard had already calculated the fourth orbit, so he was always trying to catch the fourth star these days. He found that the meditation effect of the lower planes was still not as good as that of Noland, and the meditation effect in other parts of Norland was not as good as that of Fushide.

In Faust, Richard perceived many special forms of stars from time to time, and far fewer in other places. For Richard, this alone makes Faust's advantage not comparable to other places, let alone other planes where the level of power is lower than that of Norland.

Occasionally, Richard would ponder why Faust was so special, but could not find an answer. Faust was not built by humans, as if this city of miracles existed before the beginning of human history. To this day, Faust still has many mysteries waiting to be discovered.

After a month of meditation, Richard failed many times. It was very difficult to push the stars into a calculated orbit and go down the line, and there were so many variables that Richard's intellectual gifts felt out of control. I don't know how many times, there is always a little bit of distance, and those stars are out of orbit and fly away.

After failing for a month in a row, Richard was not in a hurry, but became more and more quiet. The more difficult it was, Richard understood, meant the greater the gain.

In the blink of an eye, it was the thirty-first day of Richard's meditation. This night, for some reason, Richard always felt a little restless, and many past events involuntarily came to mind. Most of them are childhood in the village of Russelland. Only then did Richard suddenly wake up, it turned out that so many years had passed. But the former residence in the raging fire is still in front of you, as real as if it had just happened.

After all these years, Richard still hasn't been able to fulfill Ilannie's wish. Although he was now the patriarch of Akmund, he wielded great power, and his overall military strength had officially surpassed that of the Gordon era, but Lee realized that there was one last obstacle between himself and the Akmund Volcanic Necropolis, and that was Gordon. Until now, Richard still didn't think he had reached the heights that the man had been.

Until one day, Richard wanted to retrieve Gordon's body from the deepest part of the world, bury it on the top floor of the family cemetery, and set Illani's tombstone aside. In Richard's heart, this is the true fulfillment of his mother's wish.

Thinking of the past, Richard's heart suddenly moved, and he looked up, in an unobstructed field of vision

Full of flowing royal blue. At some point, an extremely large blue star appeared in the sky. However, the aura it emitted was very familiar to Richard, and it was very similar to the lunar power of the fourth string of the Blue Moon, which made Richard mistakenly think that what he was seeing was not a star representing power, but a blue moon.

Still meditating, Richard seemed to have no idea whether it was real or illusory. The familiarity of the star made him try to start pulling the blue star as he was used to these days, but he didn't expect it to succeed.

But unexpectedly, the blue star began to move towards Richard's bloodline. The blue star was so large that it could fill the orbit with barely a margin. But this time, Richard caught an unexpected smoothness, and from beginning to end, all the unexpected changes were resolved, and the blue star was finally put into orbit.

The moment the blue star began to orbit on its own, Richard suddenly understood that it was not the star power, but the lunar power of the pure blue moon. In the Elven Secret Sword, Gordon can only teach the destruction of the fourth string of the blue moon to be fully prepared. Because, that was the sword that Elani used to pierce Gordon's heart.

Heartache, so clear.

Therefore, this sword is also Richard's strongest sword, and among the power of the seven-stringed moon, Richard is the most proficient in the use of the blue moon power.

After orbiting the orbit, the star composed of the blue lunar force released a thick lunar force from it, flying towards the core of Richard's bloodline. This moon force did not merge into the Moon Power Life Tree, anyway, he thought that the dark red deep stream would sink down and merge with the Akmund bloodline.

In an instant, Richard's whole body shook violently, and he only felt an indescribable coldness, loneliness and desolation flowing through his heart, and he was disheartened for a while.

However, Richard's heart rose to enlightenment, isn't this another kind of ruin?

At this moment, Dismarson's real name emerged from the lava, and after the destruction of Miè, a long section of his true name lit up in the originally gray void. It's still ruined miè, more powerful and more complete ruined miè.

There is an infinite amount of things in each symbol that can make Richard reminisce, and each new symbol is like opening up a whole new world in front of Richard, with infinite mysteries to explore. In these worlds, the rules of the same or different kinds are put together, some are shaped like ribbons of light, others are like virtual fog, seemingly chaotic, but in fact they fit closely, like the countless tiny parts of a precision machine.

Each deity represents a rule, a power, an element. On another level, they are the basic units that make up the rules. And those rules may form a new divine text again, and if it goes back and forth, the whole world is like a spiral staircase, with no end to going up and down. To explore upwards is to spell out new rules with known divine texts, and to go down is to analyze the internal composition rules of divine texts. No matter up or down, you can master more new divine scripts, and it is also on a certain course, which means that you have broken free from the shackles of this world.

Richard, who happened to be on a certain section of the spiral staircase.

He gradually understood that both up and down was the same path to the rules, to breaking through the world. Even if it's just a small step, power can make a huge difference.

The change of Miè's real name was not over, and a long list of divine symbols were gathering in one place, and then rippling like water waves, beginning to merge with each other. In the process of fusion, the star body composed of the blue moon force released another ray of moon power, which sank into the blood of Akmund again, and then several gods in the real name suddenly brightened a little, and the fusion process that was originally very smooth made some waves and began to recombine.

Each divine text is a world, and the big world contains countless small worlds. When the gods merge, the rules inside will be released, and then they will be recombined under the traction of some mysterious force to build a new world together.

It seems that these gods are trying to reconstitute them into a new meaning. Richard immediately understood that this was an incomparable opportunity, even more precious than when the Tree of Life was promoted. Through this process, we can see how the rules and the divine text are structured and transformed. So Richard mobilized all his wisdom and true talent and began to document the entire evolution.

However, the process of derivation is too complicated, and each god will release hundreds or even tens of thousands of rules, and when the rules are reconstructed, some rules will be annihilated, and some rules will be created out of thin air. Changes are emerging all the time, and each new change means a significant increase in complexity. Richard didn't have time to analyze at all, and even his memory could only remember a small part of it, and he was already distracted, trying his best to memorize every process of the evolution of the divine text. As for how much you can write down in the end, it can only depend on luck.

The process of evolution is complex and lengthy. Richard had devoted himself to the world of gods and rules, cutting off all attention to the outside world.

However, Faust's calm was shattered.