The stone stele

Sonia Sea, Bansy Harbor.

After Lumian, Franca and Jenna arrived, what they saw was Ruins with no end in sight.

Every building here has collapsed, and many have scorched marks. A large number of wild animals live here, and Crow sounds of "Wow wow wow" can be heard from time to time.

Lumian heard "Magician" and Lady mention that Bansy Harbor was destroyed, but it was not until today that this was the first time for me to come here.

"From the collected information, this place used to be Territory of the Medici Family, which believed in 'Weather God'. It is indeed possible that '' existed Weather Warlock'Beyonder Characteristic, but it should have been taken away by That One'Red Angel' later." Franca looked around and said.

Looking at the Bansy Ruins and Lumian in front of me, I feel like I have returned to the Cordou Village after Calamity.

He was stunned for a few seconds and said, "This is a purpose, and you won't lose anything by looking for it.

"The other purpose is to find the special place mentioned by 'Magician' Lady, use Corpse Oil Candle, and complete Mysticism Ritual."

Speaking of this, Lumian laughed:

"Since 'Celestial Master' can use 'Professor' and the others as a medium to locate 'Hidden Sage' and help Mr. 'The Fool' lock the target, then the That One pointed to by 'Blood Emperor'Mysticism Ritual should also be able to find where the remaining 'Weather Warlock' and Beyonder Characteristic are. And I am barely his Blessed. Is it not too much to ask him to do me such a favor?"

"Theoretically it's possible, but it's too dangerous. It's better to accumulate contributions and ask Mr. 'The Fool' for enlightenment. He is the top Great Ones of 'Seer' Pathway, should be able to Divination get the remaining clues of 'Weather Warlock' Beyonder Characteristic." Franca doesn't quite agree with Lumian taking unnecessary risks.

Although this is this guy's style, how can you avoid getting your shoes wet if you often walk along the river? You have to try to limit the number of adventures you take.

Jenna nodded in agreement with Franca's words.

"Do you think I haven't sought enlightenment from Mr. 'The Fool'? Guess what inspiration he gave me?" Lumian laughed, "It's 'Bansy'!"

"Okay." Franca mumbled.

"You guys help me prepare for accidents." Lumian said, pressed his hand on his chest, lowered his head, and prayed to Mr. "The Fool".

After the prayer was completed, he activated the "Blood Emperor", "Residual Aura", "Underworld Daoist" seals and the dark Pinhole in his right palm. Only relying on the guidance of spiritual intuition, he gradually penetrated into Ruins.

Franca and Jenna were dozens of meters apart from him, following one to the left and the other to the right.

After walking like this for nearly a quarter of an hour, Lumian stopped in front of a collapsed building.

The walls of the building have been torn apart, and only a few pieces of charred wood remain on the door. Inside, on the ground as if struck by lightning, there are two blood-red, still bright humanoid shadows.

In the corner next to these two shadows, there is a simple picture depicting the head of Octopus and Monster.

"From the information given by Mr. 'The Hanged Man', this is Bansy Harbor Telegram Office..."

"Sure enough, this is it..."

Lumian whispered, walked to the two human shadows of Blood-Colored, and took out the light yellow and reddish semi-solidified Candle contained in a glass jar.

He immediately placed Corpse Oil Candle on the collapsed walls stacked together and ignited them using spiritual friction.

When Jenna and Franca saw this, they stopped and stopped moving forward.

They were worried that they would also be affected by the smell of Corpse Oil Candle, passively enter Mysticism State, and no longer be able to monitor the situation at the scene.

Lumian sat down cross-legged and started Meditation.

The faint fragrance with a bit of sweetness penetrated into the tip of his nose in a quiet atmosphere, making his bone marrow gradually itchy, his blood vessels swelled, and a dark mist suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Different from the previous Mysticism feeling, Lumian's floating soul was caught by an invisible force in the next second and was violently pulled towards the fog Depths.

The sky spins, the earth spins.

Lumian quickly regained his consciousness and found himself standing in a spacious and bright house, with rows of seats on both sides, and many human beings sitting there who seemed to be waiting.

Some of the clothes of those humans were normal, and some were very weird. Before Lumian and Future could distinguish them carefully, a curse rang in his ears:

"Send it to me, mother!"

Lumian didn't understand. He turned around in a daze and looked at a man who came in from the door.

The man was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a top hat. His appearance matched the "East style" Franca said. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

Lumian got out of the way and watched the man run towards the front of the hall without looking back.

Da da da da, there is a constant sound of Telegram being heard over there.

Only then did Lumian realize that this was Telegraph Office, and those humans were waiting for a call back.

Many people waiting have already turned their attention to her.

Lumian pulled up Hood and covered his face with shadow.

Compared with Witch and Charm, wearing strange clothes is not a big problem.

When Telegraph Office and Lumian appeared, it immediately became lively:

There are many three- and four-story buildings of different styles, and the streets are spacious. From time to time, black cars and rickshaws pulled by people like Franca mentioned pass by. Some of the people coming and going are dressed in shirts, formal suits, and top hats. Some are wearing long gowns and melon skin hats, and some are white shirts and black coats. Wearing wide-leg pants and high-top cloth shoes, the bulging waist seems to be hiding Pistol. Some have their heads wrapped in circles of red cloth and hold short sticks in their hands. Some wear Long Dress with lace and ruffles. Some skirts are cut to fit, with slits on both sides...

Lumian suddenly felt that this was as prosperous as Trier.

Jingle bell bell!

In the clear and distant sound, a train with only two carriages was speeding past with its brackets erected to connect the mid-air lines.

Lumian is very familiar with this scene. He even knows that it is called a trolley bus.

However, unlike what I saw in the past, the passengers on the trolley bus were all normal. Their clothes were no different from those of passers-by, and they were not just heads, dragging bloody and white Spine.

"The entry location has changed, is it not the same street as before?

"In other words, that street was originally Concealment, and special methods were needed to see or enter it?

"The various specialities in me and Bansy's problems have made me come to this metropolis more realistically?" Lumian looked around and muttered a few words.

Among the people sitting on the rickshaw and being pulled by Coachman by human power, there was no Lady who used flower and bird fans to cover their black and blue faces.

Apart from not being able to understand what the people around her were saying and the fact that there were very few people with similar looks and characteristics to her, Lumian didn't think there was anything wrong with the metropolis she saw in front of her.

Judging from the effect of Mysticism Ritual, he has failed, because he has gained nothing and has not touched the slightest bit of mystery.

Lumian thought for a while, feeling like he was thrown into a foreign country without hiring a good translator. Following his own spirituality, Guidance gradually left the bustling city and entered alleys that were not spacious enough.

The style of the houses on both sides has become more peculiar, with door frames made of stone, thick black wood as door leaves, high walls and deep courtyards.

Lumian tried to reach out his right hand and touch the wooden telephone pole, but saw that his palm penetrated Past.

"Am I in the Soul Body state now? No, it should be a pure Spirit Body conscious body, but it can be seen by people around me..." Lumian analyzed while continuing to move forward, walking out of an area with many residents amid the tangled wires, clotheslines and random piles of debris.

The first thing that caught his eye was a wooden Tower with an odd outline.

This was very similar to the fog core he had seen in Mysticism Ritual before, but under Sunlight, Wooden Tower lost that indescribable sense of terror and gloom.

In front of the brown Tower, there are patches of large houses and green Green Trees trees. These are blocked by yellow walls and no one is allowed to climb over.

At the main entrance, the opposite wooden doors are completely open, and people come in and out from time to time, all like ordinary citizens.

"Is this the temple Franca said?" Lumian thought about it for two seconds, then followed the crowd and walked into the building surrounded by the yellow wall.

He pretended to be visiting and kept approaching the wooden Tower.

Along the way, he found that the "Monks" in this temple were divided into several categories. They were all dressed differently and there was little communication between the groups.

Among them, there are two types of people: one is wearing a blue robe and a high crown, which is somewhat similar to the style of the "Celestial Master"; the other has shaved his head, or is wearing a gray toga or a yellow robe with a red coat.

When Lumian reached a huge building away from the wooden Tower, two types of "Monks" stopped him one after another.

Although he couldn't understand what these "Monks" were saying, he received the corresponding meaning:

"Stop!"

Lumian didn't bother, turned around and headed towards a building he passed just now.

During this process, he observed the environment without leaving any trace, and found that there were many "Monks" scattered on the road leading to the wooden Tower, either brightly or darkly, with traces of the use of Beyond Ability.

It was closely guarded and no outsiders were allowed to enter the Wooden Tower? Lumian. While making a judgment, he gave up the plan of "Teleportation" Past or using Mirror World.

If the wooden Tower is really the core of what Mysticism Ritual points to, the watchers will not fail to guard against similar means!

Thinking of the last time he entered Wooden Tower through the consciousness of Mysticism, Lumian found a hiding place and tried to escape from the current environment, the state he was in before Imitation.

As soon as he finished Meditation, his whole body suddenly floated up, drifting towards the wooden Tower in the sudden black mist, without any hindrance.

Soon, Lumian arrived at its destination, but was blocked by an invisible force and could only sink downwards, preparing to walk out the door.

The floating feeling quickly faded away, and the diffuse black mist disappeared.

This time, Lumian saw clearly the situation at the wooden Tower door.

There is a mottled Stone Stele standing there.

The characters Lumian on Stone Stele are unrecognizable, but I understand their meaning strangely, as if there is spiritual communication.

The inscription reads:

"Gather the power of the world, destroy half of the heroes, lock Sinful Dragon here, and Calamity the world will disappear.

"Fifth-Generation Celestial Master stand."