At this moment, Stargazing Hall was utterly silent.
No one spoke. All of them quietly watched the dazzling starry sky above the hall, as though it were a projection of True Illusion.
This flickering star map was Crownstar Cathedral's most precious secret treasure, as well as the mysterious object that no other wizard organization, no matter how envious, dared covet—the Mystery of the Starry Sky!
For the numbers of stars that brightened and dimmed concealed endless mysteries of the future, yet only prophecy wizards could pierce their secrets.
Nearly half of all the prophecy wizards in the Southern Region had gathered here, all assuming the same posture as they searched the Mystery of the Starry Sky for the answers in their hearts.
Everyone watched with great concentration. Yet although the Mystery of the Starry Sky could reflect the future, not everyone could see it within. More often than not, they gained nothing. Just as in the Stargazing Hall at this moment, nearly all the apprentices were scratching their heads and tugging at their ears. In addition, some of the prophecy wizards seated around the outskirts were also frowning deeply, their faces full of regret.
In other words, those who had gained nothing accounted for nearly eighty percent of the people in the hall.
Among the remaining twenty percent, even if they truly sensed something through the stars, it might not have been what they wanted to know. More often than not, it was merely an unconscious glimpse of the future. Only a very small number, favored by both strength and luck, could obtain the information they sought.
Maya had originally belonged among the small number of truly powerful prophecy wizards. Otherwise, she would not have been seated so near the front.
But today, Maya felt a terrible headache coming on.