He was a little proud, "It's not a divination, but a divination is not very accurate, and it is very likely to change over time."
"What we see is the 'future'. The future is difficult to change, at least it is difficult to predict, unless you are a member of my tribe."
"My clan has changed our future several times and saved our clan from life and death crises." Although we also paid a heavy price, spying on the secrets of heaven requires a heavy price.
There was an intoxication in his tone when he regained his glory, but he didn't notice that Yin Nian's face instantly turned pale.
Yin Nian's limbs and bones felt as heavy and stinging as if they had been filled with ice water.
"...Prophet." She murmured.
The priest clasped his hands and said excitedly: "Yes, yes, I can use one word to describe him as a prophet."
"The same is true for the Dreamweaver clan." He sighed, "The Dreamweaver clan can only weave dreams now."
"But the strongest thing about the Dreamweavers at their peak is actually their healing power. They can resurrect people, heal many wounds that are difficult to heal, and even worse, can take away memories."
"That dreamweaver you know, is that okay?"
Yin Nian turned his head and exposed his pale face to the sun, "Yes, it can turn a person into an egg. When it comes out of the egg, all the wounds will be healed, but as long as it wants to, the memory will disappear.
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"It is very afraid of loneliness, very playful, and can be a little bit mean at ordinary times."
The old beast next to him patted his tail in dissatisfaction.
Yin Nian: "...But it is actually very kind."
"It's a very good beast."
His tail curled up excitedly, and he was no longer irritable.
"Can I ask, can the other two children who disappeared can predict the future or see the past?" Yin Nian asked, "Where are their families?"
Yin Nian pinched his hands tightly on his legs.
The priest's old face, whose expression was hard to discern, showed infinite affection, "Yes, they are my children, and I am their family."
Yin Nian stretched out his hand to cover his face, rubbed it hard, and took a deep breath.
The priest keenly noticed something.
"What's wrong?"
"I have seen one of these children." Yin Nian put down his hand, revealing a face that was red and bruised. "He can see the future. We call him a prophet. He saved me and changed my destiny.
The fate of Sleeping Sleep, and the future of millions of people in Panzhong Realm.”
"He also lives in the plate world."
"But he's gone now."
The crutch in the priest's hand fell to the ground.
"As for the other child, I'm sorry, there is only one 'prophet' in our world."
The priest was speechless for a long time.
He seemed to have been violently thrown down from the clouds.
Before there was time for great joy, great tragedy came first.
"Where is my child?" The old beast glanced at his old friend sadly, but couldn't wait to ask.
"I don't know, the Panzhong Realm was destroyed by the Mu family."
"Except for the people we escaped, the others... I don't know." Her long eyelashes trembled, and the number was unclear, but the Panzhong Realm was destroyed, and those who could not escape were just narrow escapes.
It is a trace of luck in the hearts of those who survived. Maybe they are alive, maybe not dead.
The old beast fell to the ground.
It let out a whimper in its throat, "Mu family?"
"The Mu family, which was at its peak back then, is still there?"
The white scales on its body couldn't help but open up, extremely sharp.
"Yes, it is still at its peak now." Yin Nian said.
"Where is the Feng family?" the priest suddenly asked.
"Still still." Yin Nian clenched his hand.
"Their talents have not faded?" The priest's fingers rubbed hard on the stool and crushed a corner.
Yin Nian sneered: "Yes, no, because they found a brand new method, which may be the sorcery you mentioned."
"They plant the seeds of talent in others."
"When the time comes, when it's ripe, harvest it again."
The priest's breathing suddenly became heavier.
"Did they steal our children?" His voice was hoarse, like a dying candle.
"I am not sure."
"But the Prophet's death is indeed because of them." Yin Nian looked at the old beast and said seriously, "If the Dreamweaver also dies, it can only be their fault."
If it is just a simple intraday realm.
So what if they, the children of the Panzhong Realm, live in a world with thin spiritual power?
There's no such thing as bullshit.
There was no persecution by aristocratic families, no talent was taken away from me, no massacre by the divine servants of aristocratic families who descended from the sky.
They will live happily in their hometown, even if this hometown is not prosperous, they will be very happy.
A familiar voice came from outside.
It seemed to be the sound of the barrier shaking.
"What's wrong?" The priest's eyes were still red with grief, "No one should discover our barrier."
Along with the shaking sound, there were anxious roars.
Very familiar.
"Crack!!"
Yin Nian stood up immediately and was about to speak.
I heard the Dream Weaver clan standing up first, "Spider Beast???"
At this moment, the barrier was crawling with spider beasts searching for their breath.
They can't distinguish the breath of Yin Nian.
But I can smell a familiar scent.
They stick to the barrier and knock on the door.
"Chacha." Open the door, old friend.
Compared with the joy of facing old friends.
The Dream Weaver was more frightened, extremely frightened.
"Aren't they in Kuntong Mountain? Why did they come out? Kuntong Mountain didn't disappear?" it collapsed, "Why didn't Kuntong Mountain disappear?"
This reaction shocked Yin Nian.
He took a step to the side, but Tun Tun's painful voice came in his mind, "Woo, they are fighting, I'm going to vomit."
"They woke up and were fighting in my stomach. Who would they spit out?"
Yin Nian: "??"
At this moment, swallow the space in your stomach.
Li Yuan, who was also thrown in, kicked Feng Mian in the face.
Li Yuan yelled: "What kind of prisoner? A prisoner?"
"Even if you are tied up, do you know that you will die sooner or later? Do you know that I helped Yin Nian?"
"Do you know that you and I are on different levels? If you beep again, I'll kick you to death!"
The two people whose spiritual power had been blocked started fighting directly in Tuntun's stomach, while Fengmian, who was more seriously injured, was pinned to the ground and punched violently.
Yin Nian was speechless.
"Forget it, let's spit out Li Yuan first." Yin Nian felt that Tun Tun was really going to vomit.
After receiving the order, Tuntun couldn't wait to vomit him out.
Li Yuan rolled several times on the ground, and without even opening his eyes, he started shouting: "Yin Nian, are you treating your great benefactor of all realms like this? I tell you that I am really angry!"
As a result, I hit something like a stick on my forehead.
He opened his eyes.
Facing an old face.
The priest stared at him for a long time, and his hands began to shake wildly as if twitching.