Voyeur Eye!

This seal was the most wary of the three seals that Roger had taken from Count Roland, and it was very sparsely described.

The elixir of immortality, even if it was only the simplest potion of the first rank, made Roger sensitive to the strangeness.

This strangeness was not perceived from the potion itself, but from the sky and the way the Church of Immortality behaved and behaved.

They will even praise the fraternity of this church.

Nobles, commoners, and even wanderers can become believers, and anyone, even a fool, who wants to be transcendent, even if they are not believers in this church, will be given potions.

Pudu sentient beings, the position on the spiritual mountain must be given to the Lord of the Sky to sit.

For 30,000 years, the people of the Senluo Continent have long been accustomed to the way of the Sky and the Church of Immortality, and they don't have any doubts, but Roger is different, he doubts from the bottom of his heart that there really is such a complete Great Sage in this world?

The Lord of the Sky, this being who can compete with the Lord of the Storm, the Eternal Scorching Sun, the Faos, the Goddess of Harvest, and the Goddess of the Night, will it really be so simple?

So, even though he didn't perceive anything strange about the potion, Roger instinctively became suspicious of the potion.

The monocle was carefully placed on Roger's left eye, and he tried to use the voyeuristic eye to spy on the secrets hidden in the potion, and Roger himself was not sure if he would succeed, it was just an attempt.

Just as soon as the glasses were put on, something happened suddenly.

Worried, the picture of a little man wearing monocles did not appear.

The right eye still sees the normal world, but what is seen through the monocle of the left eye has changed in an instant.

His body spasmed involuntarily, his vision in his left eye became blurry, and the colors he saw quickly increased, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray mist.

In mid-air, you can see all kinds of lines, green, red, yellow, blue, black, and white...... Dense and slender like spider silk.

Roger knew that this was the aura that was free from this world, and it was also the root of the power of the transcendent.

There are also countless weird, shards like smashed glass, floating silently in mid-air, and in these shards it seems that you can peek into small, twisted figures.

If Roger guessed correctly, these things should be soul fragments that have not completely dissipated.

He didn't try to look up to peer beneath the stars, which was the most eerie place to be, and even if his soul strength was extremely high, it was very dangerous.

But, even so, there were illusory roars in his ears, as if trying to erode his spirit and tear his soul apart.

"Damn, isn't this a voyeuristic eye, why can you even hear a sound?" Roger whispered.

The sound of dense turns seemed like an endless stream of knowledge was being instilled into his consciousness, and he shook his head vigorously to resist the swelling sensation of his head about to burst.

His soul was like a reef in a turbulent tsunami, washed away by the waves.

It doesn't get smashed to pieces, but it's a really annoying feeling.

It seems that under the influence of the sound in the ear, the world on the left gradually begins to become distorted, and the dense silk threads peeped in front of me have gradually turned into gray and black lines, illusory and terrifying, and the other end of the silk thread extends into the endless void, and no one knows where it is.

The little evil spirit and Selubellia looked at Roger's reaction, their faces were solemn, they knew that Roger was doing a very dangerous thing, but there was nothing they could do.

"Noise, shut up." Finally, Roger couldn't stand it anymore, and his soul suddenly fluctuated, and a circle of invisible, completely imperceptible impacts spread out of Roger's body.

The cacophony of voices from the void came to an abrupt end.

Roger let out a long breath, looked around again, and returned to normal again.

The spirit is no longer as irritable as before, and the negative effect of the voyeuristic eye is temporarily suppressed, but in Roger's heart, the vigilance against this seal has increased again.

If it were an ordinary transcendent who didn't have a solid soul of 30,000 years, I was afraid that he would have gone crazy a long time ago.

Moreover, this is his own home, if he really looks at some evil place, or directly peeks into the starry sky, even he will not be able to bear it.

Taking a deep breath, Roger, who had regained his senses, turned his gaze to the potion once more.

The potions immediately became different.

The milky white flocculent liquid suddenly turned dark brown, like dry and rotten blood stains, full of ominousness.

The power of the Eye of Mystery peels away these flocculents layer by layer, revealing the truth that has been enveloped.

Right in the middle of the flocculent was a small granular object.

It's really small.

Even though the Voyeur Eye seemed to have the effect of a magnifying glass to a certain extent, that thing was still a small one in Roger's eyes.

It was a round thing, like a transparent film, encased in some liquid, with a small core in between.

This thing...... In this world, no one may be able to recognize it.

However, for Roger, who has received a modern education on Earth, he can be called by name......

Cell!

In fact, Roger can't fully confirm whether it's a cell or not, but ...... It's really too similar.

Could it be that the really important and real core of the potion is that this cell is not formed?

Those flocculents, at best, are just nutrient solutions that nurture the rapid growth of this cell?

Some thoughts instantly appeared in Roger's mind, which made Roger's body tremble unconsciously and his scalp tingle.

If this is really a cell, then whose cell will it be?

Lord of the Sky!

So, what is the Lord of the Sky mixing his own cells into the potion?

It can't be just to assist believers in their cultivation, right?

How many of the beings who can become gods are really good people? Roger didn't think that the Lord of the Sky would be such a selfless and kind god.

Roger pondered in his mind, and he thought of two possibilities.

The first possibility is that the Lord of the Sky may have the ability to draw power from the host through the cells.

Perhaps, the power drawn from each believer is not much, but if you consider the exaggerated size of the believers, it will be quite an amazing amount of energy.

The second possibility is that when the number of cells multiplies to a certain number and grows to a certain form, perhaps the Lord of the Sky can use this as a basis to control these believers...... Of course, the more cruel idea is that after the cell grows to a certain state, it may completely control the host in turn, turning this body into a clone or puppet of the Lord of the Sky.

In this way, all the beings who have taken the potion will become a potential Lord of the Sky.

Think of it again, the Church of the Sky and Eternal Life has the most exaggerated number of believers in the world......

What the hell does this guy want to do?

Could it be that this is the path to godhood that belongs to the Lord of the Sky alone?

This is purely Roger's inference, and there is no evidence at all, but inexplicably Roger feels that the latter seems to be a little more likely.

If this is the case, then the Lord of the Sky may become the strangest, most elusive, and most difficult of all the gods.

Staring at the potion in his hand, Roger fell into deep thought.

Should I take this potion or not?

In fact, in terms of combat style, the potions of the Sky and the Church of Immortality are the most suitable for Roger, especially when Roger's strength has not yet recovered, and it takes a lifetime to create a truly powerful weapon.

And the power of the Sky and the Immortal Church can make the lifespan of a cultivator the longest among the transcendents of the same level.

This would give Roger a few more chances to grow mushrooms.

Moreover, it is essential to practice the power recorded in Dolotia's Codex, the power of the sky and the Church of Immortality.

But if you take it, it seems to be too dangerous.

After a period of hesitation, Roger stretched out his right hand, and a trace of aura gradually penetrated into the medicine bottle at the tip of his finger.

Burst!

The aura is extremely slender and sharp, piercing the cells like poking at an inflated balloon.

The cells, visible to the naked eye, quickly dried up.

Then, even the core inside was quickly crushed by Roger.

After the best of all this, Roger brought the potion to his lips!

At the moment of the entrance of the potion, a trace of doubt suddenly flashed in Roger's mind, in this world there is not even the concept of cells, how does the Lord of the Sky recognize cells, and even separate a cell alone?

How did this guy do it?