The stones on the ground slowly bulged out to form a broad will, and the human in the black burqa slowly sat in it, bowing his head slightly, as if asleep. And the luster that came out of his body walked forward, and stopped in the black cavern, and he stretched out his hand lightly, and touched the darkness, and a ring of ripples rippled from it.

"Sure enough, I don't accept the clone......"

The figure of light sighed softly.

It would have been nice to have that brainless white bat do it, but unfortunately, Edward himself had to do the work of exploring the catacombs in the end.

There's no other reason.,This damn bat only obeys Elena's orders alone.,Even if Elena orders it to obey Edward's orders.,She'll only tilt her head there and sell cute.,As for letting her explore the underground, don't even think about it.,It doesn't have the ability to think independently at all.,It belongs to the type where Elena orders her to move.,In addition to attacking,Guard,Stagnation,There's no way to understand more complex orders at all.,

With a sigh, Edward stepped into the darkness.

......

Darkness envelops most of the existence in the field of vision.

The Supreme Soul Chamber, which only the Supreme Shamans of the past generations could enter, was excavated in the very center of the Temple. However, unlike its sublime and mysterious name, it was really a thirty-foot space, with nothing but the door through which it was entered, and there was not even a shred of light......

Because shamans know that the only place is where there is nothing. The soul can be precipitated, sublimated, tortured and loyal.

And yet in this deep darkness. But there's a little bit of light.

The light came from a single hide, on which runes flickered, dimming after a breath, but before that, two or three new runes would brighten up, illuminating the small space above it. Until the last rune was extinguished, all the runes on the entire scroll also brightened up for a moment. The colorful luster outlines the old face of the supreme shaman. Looking at the animal skin in front of him, he nodded in satisfaction. Then put it on the side of your hand, where there were already more than a dozen of those things stacked at the moment.

For the will of the leader!

He whispered, his eyes flashing with light, and grabbed another hide.

The old man's nose was furrowed. Heavy gasps. The scroll was never simply painting and writing, as ordinary people thought, and the light that flickered in each rune was a fragment of divine power, originating from his soul. Even for a great shaman, writing a dozen fifth-order divine scrolls in a row was a heavy burden, and he could almost hear the sound of his own blood rushing, stirring his forehead with a bang.

He didn't care. Reverence and excitement burned in his chest, and Gu urged his aging heart. The burning heat made him feel like he was back to when he was twenty, so strong, so strong. At that time, he used to wander the grasslands for three days and three nights without sleep, looking for a herd of demonized bison, and eventually defeated them, using their horns in exchange for his qualifications as a shaman......

My mind broke suddenly.

The touch of a tiny knot on the animal's skin startled him! But it was too late, he used too much force because of his excitement, and this small obstacle made the rune stroke bend here!

So the great shaman didn't hesitate to throw that thing away, and watched it explode on the outer wall, shining brightly!

It's really old.

The old man shook his head slightly, the mistake was like a block of ice stuffed into his zeal, cooling it down a lot, and he sighed as the rising light spun meaninglessly, wrapping around him, but then vanished. Then reach for the next hide.

But the action stopped.

He stiffened...... Layers of light slowly expanded from his body, and a faint silver color faded in his wide, cloudy eyes. The old man suddenly inhaled as if he had woken up from his sleep, and then shook his head dazedly.

He heard a voice

"You met him?"

It was a deep voice, but gentle.

It was only the moment he heard this voice that the great shaman was already trembling like thunder.

It was the voice of the god of the mountains!

He was sure that with that voice, the majesty that only the gods possessed also descended in this small space in an instant, and the incomparably deep majesty enveloped his soul, making him seem to sink into the deepest underground, just like he had experienced dozens of times when the gods came.

However, there was not a time when he heard a voice.

The gifts of the gods to the mundane have never been based on feelings...... Although shamans call themselves 'servants of the gods', in fact, their relationship with the gods of the mountains is far weaker than the relationship between masters and slaves among human beings...... In the eighty-four years of serving the god of the mountain, it was the first time he had heard the god's voice so clearly......

God's grace is like the sea, and there is no need to speculate and let alone question.

However, even if the question was so clear and unambiguous, the Great Shaman found himself unable to answer it, and he could not guess what the question the gods were asking meant - who had they met?

And apparently, the gods were not interested in hearing his answer.

In his mind, all the memories were constantly flowing and being flipped through...... Eventually, he understood the meaning of the question...... The man he had just called 'the leader' and fanatically wanted to serve and be praised, the young outlander, the man who had ordered him to make a scroll of psychic here, the man ......

Accusation of his people.

The Supreme Shaman felt that his heart had completely stopped beating at this moment, and he could scarcely tell what kind of stupid thing he had done—that man must have used some kind of spell to control him. And I thought I was being manipulated like a puppet!

A wave of shame welled up in his heart, then replaced by intense anger, but quickly. All the qiē was surrounded by fear.

As the spokesperson of the god of the mountain on the earth, the most loyal servant of the god, he was confused by a human and made many transgressions, and even ordered the door of the ancestral tomb to be opened...... This is not only ridiculous, it is stupid, it is sad, it is also an unforgivable crime!

"I ......"

He opened his mouth. In an instant, he realized that he could almost only apologize for his sins with death, but he found that if he died like this, it would lead to an even greater disaster—that human might ...... No, you must have entered the ancestral tomb at this moment. If he does not stop his actions, it will undoubtedly be a greater blasphemy against the gods!

How to say?

The old man's brain was boiling and tumbling, but this kind of activity only made his language more scattered. He could only fall to his knees. He lay on his stomach, but he couldn't say a word.

"He's back......"

Another voice sighed softly.

The great shaman's body, which was kneeling on the ground, moved again, because this time, he heard a different voice...... It was no longer a strong and deep male voice, but a woman's voice, gentle and clear, like the tinkling of spring water. To the surprise of the Great Shaman. But the surprise disappeared immediately, because it was just the sound of it. It will make people feel comfortable all over the body, as if they are on a summer afternoon meadow, bathed in warm sunshine.

There are countless incarnations of God, so there is nothing to question whether it is male or female.

But then, a completely different voice.

"It's really haunting...... Why is he still alive?"

It was also a woman's voice, even in a vicious curse, it was just as clear and tactful, but there was an indescribable indifference in that voice, which sent chills down the hearts of those who heard it, not as bitterly cold as freezing, but just a kind of depression, like the dense darkness around it!

"You haven't seen this man, you just know that you've been charged, and you're going to listen to him, but now, you have to go to that mausoleum right now. Got it? And then, be ready to do our bidding. ”

This time, it was a different female voice, only with a deeper majesty than the previous ones, making it almost impossible for the shaman to breathe.

"Yes, my majesty. ”

He stood up, took a few deep breaths, sent the shock and doubt out of his head, and pushed the door open, leaving only the space that gradually dimmed and sank into darkness.

......

The space in the darkness is not very different from what I imagined.

Edward squinted slightly, glancing at a qiē in his field of vision.

For him, this deep darkness is not much different from the midday sun. The light traced angular lines in his pupils—on either side of the stone walls, in the cascading cavities of one foot high and two feet wide, there were gray-black objects wrapped in linen. Along the polished and smooth corridor on the ground, it extends to the end of the field of vision, but in every hollow, there is a more or less, subtle gray luster.

Gusts of wind swirled and rattled through the hollows, occasionally stirring the enveloped forms that had sunk into darkness, and the decay had slowly broken through the delicate imitations, revealing the dead bodies that had dried up beneath them, and the mottled, brownish bones as they went, silently showing the remnants of the years, only the slow flickering luster of those magical objects, allowing those who came after them to imagine the glory they had enjoyed in their lifetimes.

But time is like water, and the glory of the past cannot escape the rules of death and destruction.

Looking beyond the light and shadow that flickered in his vision, Edward found himself suddenly feeling unwell.

Of course, he wasn't afraid of soulless corpses, but now, he was a little too slow. Although the nature of being a ghost made flying an instinct, his speed was greatly affected, and a passage that was only about three hundred feet long took him nearly half a minute. Although it is not full strength, this is really uncomfortable for him, not to mention the depression around him, which will magnify the feeling of frustration and failure in his heart

Or be lucky. Only the still quiet corridor.

There was not the slightest mistake in the information obtained from the memories of the great shamans, and the lines of magic on the ground were almost as clear as beacons. So he slowly floated through the passages like this, and when he went down to the fifth floor, he still didn't encounter the slightest turmoil.

The goal is already close.

The mausoleums of shamans, only shamans who can perform third-order magic and officially obtain shamanic qualifications are eligible to be buried here, and the last journey to the level of the great shaman is only the sixth layer. And as the level increases, so does the size of the cemetery - when flying down the staircase of the fifth floor, a huge and heavy doorway. At the end of the final passage, it is already clearly visible.

At the end of the passage, there is a row of stairs that go down, and in front of the gate at that end. In fact, it can already be counted as a smaller hall. Unlike the surrounding tombs of high shamans, which are intricately carved but still show the true color of the rock, the qiē in front of this gate is completely composed of a deep black rock with a translucent crystal luster. When the eye makes contact with it, it can involuntarily feel a great oppression. Coming from above the grandeur, although they have been standing here for hundreds, if not thousands of years, it is this sense of history. It creates a feeling that makes it difficult to breathe.

Edward couldn't help but admire slightly.

That's smoky quartz, so named because the negative energy forms a smoky black silk in it. And the best of this gem is called black jade, which is regarded as a valuable amplification gem by the mages of the undead faction, not only the most friendly to the soul, but also as long as there is a piece, it can greatly increase the power of some necromantic spell props and even the magic in the scroll.

And this piece of smoky quartz in front of me is probably enough to amplify dozens of one-ring spells into seven or eight rings.

He froze his gaze and slowly drifted forward, but his gaze did not stop at the huge door carved with countless figures, but only stared at the passage, the dark and smooth surface, where three symbols about three feet in a radius were juxtaposed, shimmering with a subtle luster, but around them, there were countless lines arched - that was the central energy of the circle, the passage that connected with them.

When the human soul slowly crossed the sky above a rune, the eyes of the stone statues above the door began to flash one by one!

"Your name ......"

It was a kind of voice that came from all directions, directly communicating with the human soul, if it was just ordinary mortals, even mages and priests, they would be shocked by this roar that penetrated directly into their minds, but for psychic warlocks, it was just a slightly piercing spiritual wave, "Golden Eagle." He exhaled a breath that was impossible to breathe, and spoke in a language that was different from the lingua franca, almost chanting-like.

It was the ancient chant of the Krurod used by the shamans, the blue wolf and the white deer and the golden eagle, the legacy of their ancestors, and the meaning that could be expressed was quite rare, but at this moment, when it was used to verify the identity, it was only chosen this way.

Of course, Edward was not the Great Shaman of the Golden Eagle, but the tomb could not understand what he was, it could only feel that the energy on the runes belonging to the Golden Eagle was connecting to the front of the passage in the most correct way, and the trajectory of the magic that injected into the gate - that was the effect of the secret method controlled by each generation of Great Shamans, but for Edward, it was just a direct match of energy, and it was really nothing to the spiritual tentacles that could be manipulated such as divine energy.

The huge door slowly trembled between the impact of energy, and countless dust scattered from it, and the huge door slowly opened.

The vibration soon stopped, because there was only a gap in the opening. To fully open it, it takes the cooperation of the three great shamans to keep the energy flowing - but for Edward now, that is meaningless, as long as the shield of that energy is activated, it is enough for him to pass through as a spirit!

Inside the door, there was a flickering light.

In the moment of his gaze, the bright flare instantly dispersed, and the colorful colors diluted the countless darkness...... Like an overturned palette, all the colors are actively dissipating, flowing in the field of vision with a life-like aura, eager to blend with other colors, so that under Edward's eyes, the colors that expand beyond the limits of different colors constitute an almost spatial existence.

The final color renders a picture,

Is this true?

Such a question unconsciously appeared in his spirit, because the qiē in front of him seemed to be completely different from what it was before in a blink of an eye—the darkness of the tomb jade structure, the huge door, and the mausoleum behind him...... They have all disappeared without a trace, and the open door is like a magic circle that has crossed space, transferring all the qiē to another plane.

It's a vibrant world.

The light shone through the countless leaves, the monsoon breeze blew through the treetops, and the strange branches and vines became one. Undulating like a tidal wave......

The uncivilized desolation quietly shows the ancient and wild mystery, and the verdant that is connected in the field of vision makes people give birth to a long world. The desolation of those who came from ancient and modern times is like ascending to a high altitude and shocking and awe...... And a qiē is as if déjà vu...... Déjà vu.

The spirit is calm and indifferent...... As if in a state of semi-disorientation, Edward scanned his surroundings and felt the separate space.

Half-plane?(To be continued......)