Seeing that the imperial guard stopped saying anything, Soshiyang immediately tore open the soft scripture strips that had been soaked.
"This...this is it?"
But what appeared disappointed him a little. It looked like a high-legged ritual cup made of unknown material. The surface was carved with many strange tentacle-like patterns and flaming curls. It seemed that they had been infected with blood before, with spots of blood on it. Some silver white could be seen under the dark red scar. Soshiyang even took it to his nose and sniffed it. It was nothing special except the strange smell of spinal fluid.
Looking at Soshiyang looking at the Holy Grail in his hand with a confused look on his face, the two imperial guards seemed to be very surprised and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Just as Soshyang lifted it, suddenly he noticed some vague symbol at the bottom of the cup.
Why do you look a bit like a rune of the Spirit Clan?
Just as Soshiyang was staring at the mysterious symbol, his whole mind suddenly fell into a trance. His consciousness passed through the chaotic gray fog, and then he heard an unusual call, the sound was faint and distant, and although he could not understand its meaning, he could not resist its summons.
Driven by some thought, he passed through the gray fog like walking in the clouds. As he moved forward, the sound became clearer, and finally he understood that the sound that traveled through time and space was his own name.
The mist gradually dissipated, and he saw that he was in a huge black corridor, which seemed to be chiseled out of a black stone.
There was no light here, but for some unknown reason, he could see everything around him.
The floor, ceiling and walls were carefully polished and shone with a faint light. They were carved with strange murals, like many races were engaging in a terrible war. There seemed to be an ancient god floating above the murals, which had almost been forgotten by the world.
Looking at the huge blurred outlines of the nameless objects, he trembled suddenly.
Then he accelerated his pace, kept himself away from the nameless fear, and soon walked to a wide staircase carved from rocks, and etched profound symbols on both sides of the passage, which were so old and terrifying that Soshiyang had goosebumps all over his body, and each step was carved with figures similar to phoenixes. When he stepped on the steps, flames rose from the gaps in the steps, as if this was deliberately designed.
However, those blue flames did not burn themselves, but even so, they could not make Soshiyan feel relaxed.
The voice was still calling him.
Finally, he walked through a darkness that could not be seen through by the naked eye and came to a strange hall, which consisted of huge pillars and small high platforms, like a tomb.
Following the sound, Soshiyang walked deeper and saw a blurry figure sitting upright on a throne.
When he thought about getting closer, the figure began to speak in a gloomy way.
"You have finally arrived, the light of our fall, the light of hope..."
"Who are you!"
"Like a stone thrown into the black lake, the ripples that will stir up will spread to the other side in the distance, and what will happen in the invisible world will also echo in the present world. He has chosen you, and you are Him."
"Your words are full of riddles."
"This is your test. There is a poisonous snake in the dark world beyond imagination. His soul is filled with the temptation of darkness. He has been torture and erosion of us. Only the fire of the phoenix can resist."
"What?"
"Your destiny is closely linked to it. The evil creature of desire entrenches on our souls, as if a giant python is entangled with its prey and pulls out your sword."
"sword?"
Before Soshiyang could react, the darkness and mist around him gradually disappeared, so that he could see clearly that the high platforms were thrones, with Aida wearing gorgeous armor and shaped like mummies sitting upright - the Phoenix Kings of the Ancient Aida Empire.
Then a sea filled with colors and emotions surged, instantly filled Soshiyang's senses. The boiling sea water was surging all the time, purple smoke enveloped everything, and ugly alien giants were half-discovered and half-appeared in it. Their overstretched bodies were covered with screaming human faces, and the expressions on it continued to change between pain and ecstasy.
Then the air began to surge, like something floating on the surface, rippling.
There was a wind full of musk and whispering as if through an open door, gently blowing Soshiyang's senses. He felt something appear, his eyes firmly staring ahead, and a faint shadow was shaking on it.
"Wow, let's see who is here..."
As the shadows pushed open left and right like curtains, a handsome man with long limbs, strong and tall body almost in line with Soshiyang floated over. His skin was as delicate and smooth as marble, wrapped in a purple silk robe, covered with gorgeous jewels, and the ribbon floated until dozens of meters behind him, making the posture of his arms spread as elegant as a swan falling to the ground. Under his scattered white hair, a perfect face was sometimes painful and sometimes indulging in pleasure.
When his barefoot fell gently in front of Soshiyang, an indescribable scent and strange smell squeezed into Soshiyang's nasal cavity. The man's wrists and ankles were wearing gorgeous rings. The bells above made a crisp sound along with his movements.
"Oh my god, who is this?"
The man circled around Soshiyang, looked him carefully with a mocking and playful look, then turned around and instantly came to the throne where he had talked to Soshiyang before, sitting upright in an Ada Ling tribe wearing the armor that Soshiyang wore when he held the Yanyang Sword. However, he did not appear as a mummy state, but was as if he was alive, just closed his eyes tightly, and light blue flames were burning on his shoulders and head.
"Let me cry! The cruel fate, how much I look forward to, how much I look forward to the coming of freedom, how much I look forward to, how much I look forward to, how much I look forward to, how much I cry!"
The tall and handsome man suddenly started singing, his singing voice was so perfect that it seemed that just one could hear it was enough to attract the soul.
Then he danced around the throne.
"How much I look forward to the cruel fate! The sufferings in the world are endless, and no one can pity me for such pain-"
With the last tone, the man put down his raised arms and looked down at Soshiyang.
"Although I haven't said this title for a long time,...Brother, are you doing well recently?"
Although Soshiyan had never seen the other person, he had guessed who this former "person" was from the other person's body, behavior and his inner intuition.
This also caused a fire of namelessness to rise from his chest.
Chapter completed!