After saying hello, Junbai left.

Because the next part of the ceremony is not suitable for her to visit next to it. But as she left, she also said that this was the most powerful and oldest cardinal in the Church, and that Ivus could trust him.

Cardinal Cyril sat in the center of the ritual circle, without the slightest movement.

But he manipulated the embodied wind and water, removing all the clothes from Ivus's body and stacking them in the corners of the room.

Under his control, the ritual circle in the room changed rapidly. Like a sophisticated machine, the internal gears rotate and drive the system...... The paint-painted ritual circles swam freely on the ground, and about a quarter of the parts were combined into a new ritual circle, embedded in the old system.

Seeing Ivus's intently staring, Cardinal Cyril laughed: "Do you want to learn?

"It's a pity that I can't teach you—because it's not a divine art, and it's not a high divine art. It was a mystical skill that a friend from the beginning of my travels had taught me. It is called "The Tantra of the Wind Queen", which is the tantra of wisdom, transcendence, and adaptation, and is inherited from the legendary ritual master Fenghou at the beginning. Even if you understand the original language, you don't have the right adaptability. ”

Cardinal Cyril was very kind to Eivus.

Obviously, his level of transcendent path was also much higher than that of Aihuas. So much so that he can see the level of Aihuas beyond the path, so he will know that Aihuas is also a ritual master.

But Ivas soon realised that Cardinal Cyril was far more kind to him than a stranger who had met once or twice.

“…… Is it divination? ”

"Part of it."

Cardinal Cyril nodded heartily and said, "I see that you will solve the difficulties faced by the Church; The other part is because I see that you are obviously a demon scholar, but you are not infected with the sin of heavenly sin, which can be contracted by using your own clan as a ritual material.

"Not all ritual masters are able to learn the higher divine arts before they start learning rituals, like me. It is precisely because I have learned the high divine art that I will know the secret of the sin of heavenly sin, so that I can circumvent the trap set by this fallen celestial division.

"And you don't know this, and you have been facing crises and oppression, but at the same time, you can go against 'interests' and choose 'morality' and go on the right path."

Cardinal Cyril exclaimed: "To be a transcendent is to have the determination to do whatever it takes. And in this case, you can still control yourself not to cross the line. This shows that you are a born hero, a saint from heaven. A morality that has been tested but is as new as it was better than a morality that was perfectly protected. ”

But Ivas was a little embarrassed.

How so...... In fact, he also knows the sins of heavenly iniquity, so he is certainly not as good as Cardinal Cyril boasted.

However, he couldn't explain it, so he could only nod his head in the affirmative.

"It may take a long time to complete the high-level divine art alone. But this year's advanced divine art study has not yet begun, and I still have plenty of time...... I'll do your first ritual for you. ”

Cardinal Cyril spoke, and the wind in the air pressed Eivus, who had stripped off his clothes, to the ground.

The black runes that formed the ritual array swam to Ivus like living creatures. In a faint soreness like the bite of an ant, Ivas itself was assimilated into a part of the formation.

They moved the characters, spelling out prayer after prayer and the ring that linked to Ivus's chest, forming nine long runic chains. Then, inside the ring on Ivus's chest, Elven runes began to emerge and weave into words.

It looks like a black sun, and it looks like a kaleidoscope that splits from the center of its chest.

At the same time, the air echoed with a ninefold chant—a whisper of the wind. The wind made a sharp and indistinct sound through some of the decorations on the wall, and they were reshaped into words.

– and throughout the process, Cardinal Cyril did not use any ceremonial materials.

No formations, no singing, no waiting, no materials...... To be able to do this, this must be some kind of gold-level path trait. There may even be multiple of them.

It turns out that there is such a great master of ceremonies hidden in the sect!

He looked as if he was going to die in the next moment—the traces of the tree and the condensation had spread to his face. His whole being was divided into two, but he maintained a strange equilibrium. As long as this equilibrium is maintained, he will never die.

Ivus's eyes grew dark.

Suddenly, he was woken up by a rapid ringing of his cellphone.

It was a Digimon Evolution song from his childhood—he would wake up to this rousing music every day, if he could set an alarm clock.

But usually he doesn't set an alarm clock.

Only today was a special situation, so he set ten alarm clocks to ring every minute.

If the ten alarm clocks don't wake him up, his roommates will wake him up.

…… Wait, what alarm clock?

Ivus snapped open his eyes.

In an instant, I felt a sense of absurd strangeness.

Soft beds, mobile phones with alarm clocks ringing next to pillows. There was no keyboard or mouse for a laptop next to the bed, and his Bluetooth noise-cancelling headphones.

I ate leftover fried chicken last night, and I drank half of the milk tea.

In a trance, he reached out and grabbed his hair, but only touched the short hair, which he could barely grasp. The slight pain made his brain shut down for a moment.

By the time he was stunned, the evolution song was over.

And a minute later, the rousing evolution song sounded again.

But Ivas stared at his phone in a daze, and for a moment forgot how to turn it off.

When the alarm clock rang for the third time, an angry voice suddenly came from outside:

"Ai Shiping, you are sick! You're going to evolve into the ultimate body in one go, right? ”

…… Who's that?

Ivus looked out in a daze, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

…… Who is Ai Shiping?

At that moment, the alarm clock suddenly began to become extremely slow and distorted.

Time seems to slow down and freeze indefinitely, and the whole world is dyed with a dim yellow filter. It looks like an old photo.

"-I can't remember, right?"

Another voice rang out slowly.

At this time, the gaming chair next to Ivus's bed slowly turned back.

At some point, a faceling in a black suit sat on it.

Where it should have been a skull, there was only a silver-black sphere that shone with iridescent brilliance.

He was crossing his legs, his equally bright and black hands crossed and resting on his knees.

"I say long time no see because we've seen each other before;

"I say first meeting because we were meeting for the first time;

"I said that I admired the daimyo for a long time...... It's because I knew you existed. ”

It was a low, magnetic voice.

Although he couldn't see the other person's expression, Ivas felt like the other person was laughing.

The brain in the dream was stiff to the point where it was difficult to function, so Ivus just stared at the other person in a daze.

…… It's the Lord of the Scales.

Ai Huasi suddenly remembered the identity of the other party.

At this time, the Lord of Scales was still slowly speaking, "You're from another world, aren't you...... That's your biggest secret.

"You didn't tell anyone the secret. Whether it's Isabel or Yulia. Because in your memory, the world is just a game...... And you're not 'Ivas Moriarty'.

"—but is that really the case?"

The Lord of Scales slowly got up and stepped on the ground.

As his black shoes touched the ground, the surrounding dreams melted and shattered.

The cramped apartment melted in an instant, turning into a river of pitch black. And beneath him was a huge scale...... That's the scale of the "Kunpeng".

The sky in the distance took on an incredible fuchsia crack.

In each crack, there is a sky of a completely different color. The sun and moon alone are moving several at the same time in the sky—at least seven or eight suns, five or six moons.

It's like a TV showing different screens, and it's like reflecting the monitoring of different time periods.

In each fragment, the sky is reflected at a completely different time.

"An assassin who hides in the shadows, a hunter who adapts to the jungle, a physician who can dispense medicines and poisons, an astrologer and a prophet who can predict the future...... What do these professions have in common? ”

The Lord of the Feathers turned, his hands raised in the air, as if embracing the sky.

He said word by word, "This is one of the nine source rivers of the dream world, the river of [survival].

"There is no shame in making changes in order to survive. The weak need to adapt to the environment, to nature, to the strong, and to their destiny...... And if it is strong, nature can also change the environment, transform nature, control the weak, and reverse fate. That's why I've named it the Path of Adaptation. Adapt yourself, or let others adapt. ”

As he spoke, the Lord of Scales turned.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Evas up from the ground.

"Tell me about you, Aivus. I'll just say one thing......

Do you remember the names of your parents in your previous life? Do you remember the name of your screenwriter roommate?

"Why do you only remember memories of Ouroboros? Why are you even vague and intermittent in the memory of "Ouroboros"?

And most importantly...... Before today, do you remember the name of your 'past life'? ”

The last sentence suddenly sounded like thunder in Aihuas's heart.

His pupils contracted and dilated.

In that instant, Ivas reacted.

But before he could answer, the Lord of the Feathers took the initiative to speak:

"You are an outcast, Ewass.

"You're not Ai Shiping, and you're not the traverser...... You are not surnamed Ai, nor are you from the earth. You have been a member of this world since the very beginning. You are the old self that He has abandoned, the memories of past lives that He has cut off. But in a sense, you're more like the original person than he was...... That old friend of mine.

"You are what they call a 'divine entity...... You are indeed a fragment of the Celestial Division.

"—You are the wreckage of [reincarnation]."

(End of chapter)