Standing in the dry, bright foundation, Lan Seqi subconsciously stroked his forehead. It's cold, and there is no superficial physiological agitation. Strange, isn't this the ultimate moment when she leaves everything behind and has to be exchanged?

Although the veins have been greatly adjusted, and the gradient of elemental distribution has been changed, the beta II of the snake skin seat is still so bleak and secluded. The murmur of Mizusawa pierces the stalactite pillars that dot the surface, and the deep pool reflects the blue-phosphorus-colored artificial satellites: the sun and the moon. It was designed specifically for the gloomy light modulator of Beta-2, the planet that was an annex to the goddess of death.

Stepping on the dark crystal steps, she sank to the eternal resting place of the most astonishing and enigmatic emperor in the history of the Empire. The dust-proof agent unique to the underground mausoleum spreads in all directions, shaking out the sweet fragrance of red pomegranates. She pursed her lower lip, allowing herself to step into the last floor of the sealed hall before she had time to regret it.

"Xiaolan, we're almost finished, and you've come just in time. The so-called early bird has to work, and the late bird has worms! ”

Named the "cutest truant" by his alma mater, Bohemian Interstellar Academy, Ruby Tadaan Situ is not only a rare grave excavator in human archaeology, but also a "container spaceship resident" comparable to a professional interstellar wanderer. The crisp and pleasant laughter like a lark is one of her major characteristics. The partners who travel and work with her cannot help but admire her excellence in this area.

She utters the most hilarious witticisms in a lazy magnetic tone, often at a loss for what to do and a little embarrassing with pleasure.

Lan Serge swept the long braid that hung over her shoulder, jumped down the last few steps in three steps and two steps, and landed on a crystal platform about four meters long and two meters wide.

"In order to enjoy your mockery, of course I want Shanshan to come late and stimulate your ability to tamper with proverbs!"

Ruby snorted noncommittally, and quickly turned her gaze back to the platform, where the object above was the acceptance of the excavation team's time-consuming acceptance: a tall lily flower shaped like a converging petaled leaf: a finely inlaid tower of memory minerals.

Lan Seqi leaned closer to her, resting her chin against Ruby's shoulder socket. The long impatiens showed clusters of cold fragrance of night dew, and the corners of Hongyu's mouth wrinkled, showing a sweet smile that was always easy to provoke. While she was muttering, she worked even faster in her hands, ruthlessly and accurately dismantling all kinds of defensive equipment around the Stygian Tower.

"I don't know how well the anti-corrosion of the Tatar quasar minerals can withstand the radiation tides on the dust? Now we have to resign ourselves to fate and gamble on our fortunes - if only we can dig out a small part of the crystal, the illustrated book of the entire imperial dynasty will be rewritten! Wait—that's not a cover!? It's impossible... The last measure to seal the coffin actually used the fragment form and god separation technique! ”

"What is that?"

Lan Serge almost didn't laugh out loud. How could it be that on an occasion of examining the coffins of ancient emperors, a stroke flew from the sky and a strange phrase came out of the sky that could only appear in the reserve area of the star cluster magician?

Hongyu's original expression of smiling and scolding changed. She took out an indescribable object from her bag: a "wind chime" made up of 12 self-moving weightless pendulums. She leaned the thing towards the ice-crystal-clad coffin, dangling from all directions, the perfectly balanced pendulum in one corner. Her tone became fragmented and flat due to excessive astonishment.

"As an examiner who examines coffins and bones, my work inevitably involves dealing with shamans who are known as the 'gray-red school'. The Fragment Separation Technique is the most rebellious technique among the various techniques for recovering the souls of the dead. Its inventor is the immortal genius of the Lucier era, the last mage who uses sound, shape, sound and color as the four elements, and makes the "death of the will, the remnant of words", the night fog. Don't underestimate these things that you are not familiar with, and the fact that you cannot control them does not mean that it does not have the power to overturn everything. ”

Lan Serge smacked her head. For the first time, she witnessed the ruby ripping off the hippie's smiling face. At such times, the powerlessness of being with Van Oulin was like a multiplied recoil that hit her back in one fell swoop. Before this moment, she always thought that Kor Star would no longer be able to do anything to her, but in fact, it was much different. Her heart was clogged.

"The Fragment Separation Technique can be called the most tragic of all the 'Outside Me' Body Splitting Spells. In general, the practitioner is either at the end of the road or bored, and will want to taste the taste of "there is a dry heaven and no return". As the object of the magic body, it must also be a person with a transcendent spirit, so that he can withstand the endless Red Refining Tribulation after success! ”

"What is...

Lan Serge wanted to hold her ears, not wanting to listen any more. Her heart was like being invaded by a lost bird, and the blood in her chest seemed to burst out at any moment. She couldn't explain the sudden stubbornness and disgust, only that some kind of bad foresight floated in the surrounding atmosphere with Hongyu's explanation.

Ruby's eyes were almost straight, as if she were confessing to the wind chimes dancing in her hands.

"The first condition for engaging in this secret sacrifice is that the main soul god, which is as soft as spring water, is sliced and broken, which is equivalent to cutting off part of the soul core and placing it in a petri dish outside of time. The self-dismantling of the body is usually done by means of torture above the critical point of the organism—such as pain, humiliation, and physical confinement of the immortal to death. In this way, a small part of the chaotic living soul will be squeezed into the exit of consciousness and condensed into a crumbling horn, which is the "fragment of my personality".

"If the practitioner succeeds in dividing the fragment of the true self and infusing it into a container of dependence, from then on, the person in reality is still unaware of the fact that he is missing a corner. Until the end of the physical body comes, this soul body will live in a certain slice of life over and over again. Maybe it's a second of killing, or maybe a few minutes of delay, and there's no room for a stop, and there's no 'after' to stop that eternally repeating pendulum.

"That's beyond any understanding and experience of our three-dimensional beings, to use a rough metaphor, it's like cutting a small piece of a sympathetic disc to save and setting the command for infinite playback. As a result, your mind will be inhabited by the scene of "Immortal Waves and Flowers". Regardless of the destruction of its substance, the generational replacement of organic life still cannot affect the miniature eternal mechanism embedded in the brain stem. Even if your physical body decays and perishes after all, it will not affect the operation of the Red Refining Tribulation. As far as the level of spell casting is concerned, at the moment when the contract is made, the subordination of the spell body is no longer attributed to the basic law of quality and energy exchange. ”