In order to find the truth from the confusing future, Usvi's Great Prophet entered the most secretive spirit stone tower in the Ark world, where he could safely enter the deepest part of the subspace—
Subspace is a vast ocean that is uncontrollable and is swept by storms all day long, destroyed by crisis-ridden currents, and inhabited by deadly predators.
In this rough sea, islands are scattered, some of which are not stable, but go with the waves, connected with its power, but never penetrate deep under the sea to avoid being swallowed up.
Each island is connected to the other islands by a long bridge, which itself is adorned with castles and cities, some of which can accommodate millions of souls.
This is an ancient, maze-like bridge, whose arches collapsed, and the ruthless change of times has long swallowed its bridge stacks. In some places it was just overwhelmed by high tides, and in others it had already sunk deep under the sea.
Where they roll and continuously touch the water, predators learned to walk, but they are not life born to breathe freely in the air and have very limited time to leave the ocean.
They cannot wander into dangers far away from their unique world, but they also long for the light from the outside world.
Just imagine that in the same situation, everything is triggered by primitive emotions rather than matter, then there will be a vague concept of subspace and network channels.
For Elderal Uslan, the great prophet of the Usvi Ark world, this metaphor seems too superficial.
Whether in the body of an Ada Ling or on a crystal channel in the Ark world, a soul can also influence subspace in a way that distorts space in the material world, and the mesh channel also connects them all together, like a group of mesh cables extending and running through the bridges, guiding energy from one end of the Milky Way to the other.
The eternal mother, he called it so, was once part of the Internet. The greatest achievement under the rule of the Ada Ling tribe is not only a kind of mutual connection between the settled worlds, but also a basic connection between each born Ada Ling tribe individual.
Long before the tribe declined, when the Ada Spirits had been exhausted by the gods born from their own depravity, their souls had been collected by the eternal mother.
Every soul can return to a new life, the dead will revive, the soul will be reborn, or reborn.
Eldrael didn't have clear confidence in the seemingly accurate mechanical device, but he knew it might work again.
This is the purpose of his soul journey here.
Elderal stood on the broken bridge, looking down at the waters of the sharks lurking for opportunities, a locked island submerged under the ruthless waves, hidden at all the secrets about the past, present and future.
In the eyes of a mortal, the uncovered tear waterfall is just as its name suggests, and the flowing green and blue energy pours down from the gap in the network barrier, intertwining into a majestic waterfall.
It divides the magnificent hall as big as the city hall into two, and it also surrounds it with smooth crystals covered with gray-black patterns.
Eldlar stood in the center of the hall, examining the roaring waterfall.
What stayed here was not his body, but a projection of his soul. Therefore, his appearance was still youthful, wearing a purple-gray light robe, his scepter in his hand was as thin as a ray of light, his long wavy hair spread on his shoulders, and the rest were wrapped in a golden ribbon with a teardrop ruby ​​tied in front of his forehead.
He moved effortlessly, and every step seemed to float in the air, relying on the power of the mind rather than the body.
What he needs, the knowledge and truth he seeks are hidden behind the unpredictable veil.
The prophet made a divination three times in runes, and the result of each time led him to the path to tears without any concealment.
Even though his mind was a little moved by the beauty of materiality, his spiritual consciousness still explored the intangible structure around him - this was a valuable breakthrough in itself.
The original subspace power is not known as the causal relationship. There is no boundary between the past and the future on the other side of this place.
The boots gently stepped on the marble-like ground, and the Prophet became closer and closer to the waterfall.
Among the splashing water, there were blurry shadows sliding like snakes, as if they had never paid attention to him.
He then took a small bottle from his belt, which was inlaid with crystals that looked similar to the barrier. It was called the Soul Bottle, and its purpose was similar to the spiritual bones used by his tribe members to preserve spiritual energy.
Similar, but still different. Compared to conduction, the soul bottle mainly plays an isolation and protection role in the spirit - ordinary thinking cannot penetrate it.
This is a material that can withstand subspace dangers, or, in this case, used to accommodate it.
The moment he bought it, the bottle almost frozen his fingers.
For Eldraal, this bottle is not a physical object, but a projection of its corresponding things in the mortal world.
In this place, this is enough.
As his arms were slight, the Prophet was only one step away from the waterfall when he felt a gentle breeze blowing across his cheeks.
He turned around at the end, trying to find a door between the walls that had nothing but the smooth crystal.
A young Aida clan or something similar stood in front of the door.
The image of this Aida Ling tribe is more like it is reflected through a special lens. The newcomer reveals a sense of fanaticism from the outside, with a full waist and a slender neck. The long golden hair that can be scattered and hangs to the ground seems to be woven into a symbol that wraps around his body.
A silver-white robe deliberately cuts the mouth between the shoulders and thighs so that the pink skin with a sickly pale whiteness can be seen.
From his slightly pointed pretty face, a pair of polished sapphire-like eyes staring at him.
Subconsciously, that face reminded him of his own student, Veronica.
After a heartbeat, Eldraal noticed that the visitor crossed his hands and placed them on the chest that fixed the clothes with single-breasted buttons, and the other pair of arms politely clasped on a small part of the back.
There is no doubt that the extra limb immediately revealed the identity of the intruder.
"The Secret Keeper..."
He whispered the name, mixed with cold fear and a warning to the powerful demon sneaking in here.
“Elderard.”
The sound is like silk thread piercing the soul, bringing a strong sense of caress, like a lewd invitation.
The devil grinned, revealing a sharp teeth that looked like a needle.
The prophet stared at him and said softly:
“Aren’t you tired of being exiled?”
Eldlar quietly slid the bottle back into his pocket and created a illusion of a golden blade in its position.
"And are you tired of my return?"
The demon's enchanting answer, except for a charming tilt, still maintains a still posture.
Eldlar glanced at the waterfall, and they had not changed much, and if the Secretkeeper wanted to summon its demon servant from the current, it had not done so yet.
"Why are you here?"
The prophet asked, stepping apart from the power of subspace.
"To invite you to look deeper~"
The devil replied with a smile.
“There are you’ll find everything you desire.”
"And you think that's a temptation that will put me in a trap?"
The devil's four arms made a pretty impressive shrug.
“I’m called the Secretkeeper for a reason.”
Then its two hands waved towards the mysterious little waterfall.
"I promise you that I will not interfere with you."
"It's like the words of a great demon have any value."
The demon tried to make a wounded expression, but couldn't help but show a cunning smile.
"Drink some water here, Eldrael, that's why you're here, isn't it?"
The prophet gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowed into slits, staring at the incarnation of the servant of the hungry.
"I can see your intentions, lie weaver, you thought that if you were enthusiastic enough, I would reject you to stop you, but the truth is that you don't want me to drink water and try to twist my thoughts through these tricks."
"certainly."
The demon admitted with a mocking sad expression:
"I should never hope to surpass a great wise man like you, Eldrael, I am so stupid that I try to do so, and I should summon a large group of my demon servants to strip your soul from your body and tear it apart."
The Secretkeeper's words tugged a certain heartstring, which forced Eldraal to stop again as he walked towards the waterfall.
He frowned and thought, trying to read some of its true intentions from the demon's words, but as expected, nothing he saw except fraud.
“There is a little riddle.”
The Secretkeeper carried four slender arms behind his back and began to circle around Eldrall, keeping the same distance between them.
"Did you realize and see a bluffing trick, or have you seen and agreed to a tangled double scam? You think you have lost or free from the love and hate of my mistress, but I still hate and love you, Eldraal, your arrogance and confidence will be the cause of your redemption or depravity, and all this will make me feel even more sad or sweet, because it will be the destruction of your people by your hands."
Eldlar took a step back to ensure that the Magic Water and the Demon were in sight, and possibilities were swiftly passing by his mind, but a simple answer suddenly emerged.
"You know I won't believe whatever you say, for this you need to say everything I want to hear and I won't hear."
Chapter completed!