Jonah did not speak. He silently watched Teacher Keshava draw the space-time star array, savoring the truth contained in each arc. There is no doubt that this is the last lesson the teacher taught him. After drawing the last spiral line. The entire star array pattern was closed. Old man Keshava pierced half of the staff deeply into the ground. He took out a large glass bottle from his bag and threw it into the sky. He pressed the white crystal on the top of the staff with his hand. "Wha..." A beam of orange-red light soared up from the fingers, smashing the glass bottle into pieces in the air.
"Teacher, I will always be by your side and watching you." Yona clenched his fists and said.
"Save your energy, young man." The old man's beard curled up. "Now is my time to appear."
A whole bottle of star dust sprinkled from the sky. Colorful light spots kept shining in the wind and snow. This catalyst of star power landed in the star array lines. It soon aroused the resonance of the star line. The red and blue star lines The energy was peeled off heavily and concentrated in the energy storage part of the star array. "Hiss..." The left half of the star array with a diameter of 60 yards was filled with scorching 130-77 pairs of star energy. The white snow evaporated into mist. The land was covered by It was roasting and crackling; while the right side was occupied by the cold power of 21-814 stars. The frozen soil began to crack due to the sharp drop in temperature. Frost flowers spread outward along the surface.
"……bring it on."
Old man Keshava shouted. The space-time star array was activated. The energy of two mutually exclusive attributes collided fiercely at the core of the star array. His original multiple non-attribute buffer circles softened and absorbed the huge energy created by annihilation. After being compressed, it was then transported back to the core, forming an energy cycle that repeatedly agitated and continued to increase. Even though he was thousands of miles away, Jonah could still feel the terrifying power contained in the star array through the mirror. If it was used on the battlefield. As long as the control is slightly relaxed, the uncontrolled explosion of this three-phase annihilation star array can undoubtedly destroy a city in one blow... Of course, it will also take away the life of the astrologer at the same time.
But just when the collision of the two energies reached its highest point, Keshava initiated a key step. A non-attributed energy ball containing bit coordinate information was shot into the core of the star array like a projectile thrown by a slingshot. It broke the A delicate balance. The power of annihilation immediately opened up the barriers of time and space and vented to another time and space coordinate. "Okay. Let's go." Old man Keshava lifted up his robe and strode towards the star array full of turbulence. Walking towards the core, the figure disappeared in the brilliant light in the blink of an eye.
In the sky, a warrior from the Irene Alliance saw this strange scene. He shook the shoulders of the armed hump eagle knight in front of him in surprise: "Look. Look. What kind of magic circle is that on the ground? It seems to be very powerful. It looks like... ah. Why did it suddenly disappear? There was obviously such a powerful magic wave..."
"Shut up...shut up." The knight responded with difficulty in the wind and snow. As soon as he spoke, ice fell on his face. "Keep firing. Fire."
The armed humpback screamed and climbed up. The Tocharian musketeer in the back seat concentrated on aiming at the enemy in the sky and pulled the trigger. "Bang, bang, bang." The projectile hit the weird enemy, and there was only a faint golden light. Under the siege of twenty armed humpback eagles, the deity sitting cross-legged on a lotus seat with four faces, eight arms, and twenty-four magical weapons seemed to be in low spirits. One face was holding a flower and smiling. One face had no interest. One face was frowning. Another face had a dull expression. "Where is the King of Assassins?" Suddenly, it made a deafening sound. It was a mixture of the voices of men, women, old people and children. The strange voice is breathtaking. "Brahma has come back. Can you kill me again."
Brahma, the god of the Vedic Kingdom, came to the battlefield in person. He was not there to help the Red Owl Brotherhood. He just wanted to see that rare opponent in the world again. In the city of Maharaja, he was hired by the resistance organization "Kurigara". The King of Assassins came and cut off three of Brahma's heads with one sword. The god almost died. In the end, it slowly regenerated with the power of faith. It never forgot the shame caused by the scar on its neck. But it didn't know that the King of Assassins, Simi Ang Longchang will no longer appear in front of you.
"Buzz..." The golden ripples suddenly expanded. All the armed humpbacks in the sky stopped flapping their wings at the same time. The feathers on their wings turned into gold at this moment. The gorgeous evolution brought disastrous consequences. The bird was pulled by the heavy wings. The children fell to the earth one after another. On the bloody earth, the ground troops from the ancient country Veda resisted the offensive of the pink-hat lover's mechanical puppets. Those who were not afraid of bullets and dragged their tattered bodies and charged forward were dozens of bodies tempered by the corpses of the dead. The refined demon god Tanava.
Jonah did not see this scene. His perspective followed Teacher Keshava into the tree city of Erin. The spatial position pointed by the silver mirror can be adjusted. But when passing through the thick city wall of Erin. Jonah clearly felt the heavy resistance. The space-time star array on the frame flickered continuously due to the increased load.
"……teacher."
Finally, the picture became clear. At the coordinates he calculated, an extremely gorgeous elven temple was revealed. The entire temple was made of dark green tree of life vines. The spiral vaults bulged high. The four arches were The curves are mesmerizing. Every eaves is decorated with complex golden patterns. And in the center of the smooth marble floor of the temple is a dry well. There is a shallow spring in the jade railing. In that legendary fertility Era. The fountain of life here nourishes the sacred magical creatures throughout the northern continent. Just one drop of this magical liquid can make a seed grow into a towering tree. But now the fountain of life is just an empty shallow pit. The withered roots of the Tree of Life were entangled on the ground. On top of the roots, there sat a tall and thin old man with a hooked nose and messy hair and beard.
"I almost couldn't get there. It's so dangerous. It's so dangerous..." Keshava panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The space-time structure of Aerion City is too complicated. Even if it is the fountain of life protected by elven magic. It’s not a place you can just come to…”
"Great, teacher." Jonah exclaimed excitedly. "Our idea is correct. You must know where the artifact Orizonga is. Right."
The old man Keshava stood up slowly. He beat his waist and cursed: "I know, I really lost my life today, you bastard. The artifact is placed in the Archon's Hall on the upper floor of Aerion. I'll find the road right now." He took two steps and bent down to break off a tree root to use as a crutch. But the roots of the Tree of Life, which had been dead for many years, were tougher than steel. The old man groaned and even grabbed a twig. If he couldn't come down, he cursed a few words angrily and slowly climbed out of the fountain of life and walked out of the Elf Temple.
"Gah."
Both the master and the disciple were stunned by the scenery in front of them. From the outside, the ruins of Tree City Aerion were a withered, decaying, silent and lightless place of death. But now what appeared in front of them was clearly a prosperous and splendid place of life. The flourishing big city. The fruits of the Tree of Life hang from the high dome. These golden nuts emit a soft light, illuminating every corner of the city. There are three roads extending into the distance outside the Elf Temple. The pebble road on the left leads to Go to the living area of the nature spirits (Keshava turns around and sees the lush dense forest. There are lakes filled with honey, streams flowing with amber and altars made of honey). The stone road on the right goes to the north. Elf's residential area (Keshava turned around to see countless rows of spire houses arranged in an orderly manner on the rolling hills and velvet lawns. Those elegant and tidy colorful houses seemed to have just been carefully maintained by their owners. Every crystal window was Brilliant). The golden road on the front leads to the administrative area of the tree city Aerion. The gold color comes from the decorations on the road and steps. Each step is inlaid with a pure gold plate engraved with Elvish mottos. The gold itself is not counted. The value. The ingenious hollow decoration around the thin plate alone can become a rare work of art.
Keshava walked onto the golden road. He looked up ahead. On top of the one hundred and forty-four steps was a majestic and huge building complex. As the political, economic and cultural center of the northern continent, the tree city of Aerion is the home of all magical creatures. Hometown, gathering place and arbitration office. The old man Keshava who has read historical materials can certainly recognize these famous and great buildings. The tall three-spire architect is the joint council of the three northern elf empires, the Blue Bird Empire and other three empires. A meeting is held every year to resolve the internal disputes among the northern elves; the palace with the long white corridor is the gathering place of the elemental elves. The great elves from the Emerald Tree live here and transport the precious spring of life back to the hometown of the elemental elves; Above the many pavilions, the green arch closest to the dome of the city is the entrance to the Archon's Hall. According to legend, after the war, the artifact Orizonga was stored on the altar in the center of the Archon's Hall, protected by the Tree of Life.
"Why is Aerion so intact?" Yona said in surprise. "The last forbidden magic of the Second Ancient War destroyed the entire northern continent. Aerion is located in the center of the continent. It was the first place to be hit. Why do you look at He looked unscathed."
"How do I know?" Keshava gasped and climbed the steps along the golden road. "This looks like a small hotel where the master has left temporarily. Everything is well preserved. Just wait for the master to come back that day... "
The old man walked up the twenty steps, rested for a while, and then walked up. When he passed through an arch, he inadvertently stretched out his hand to help, but his palm penetrated the arch column and directly grabbed a handful of air. "What." Keshava was stunned. The splendid arch suddenly collapsed and turned into quicksand in an instant. Keshava looked at the golden sand in his hand and couldn't help but open his mouth.
"It turns out this is just an illusion." Jonah suddenly realized. "Teacher, this city has been completely destroyed by forbidden magic. All the buildings have been turned into ashes along with the owner of the city. It is these trees of life that fill the city. The tree of life of memory used the last energy of the spring of life to reshape all the streets, houses, lakes and palaces. They have died long ago. These illusions only barely retain their shape..."
"Damn it. Is that artifact still in the same place?" Keshava waved his hand and continued to move forward with concentration.
He walked through the corridor. The white corridor turned into dust and disappeared behind him.
He walked through the palace. The tall palace collapsed silently before his eyes.
He walked into the majestic illusion of the tree city Aerion and watched the weak wind brought by his clothes blow the city away.
Finally walking up the one hundred and forty-fourth step, Keshava turned around and saw the devastated ruins. The roots of the Tree of Life were rotting in the dark brown soil. Gorgeous golden sand floated in the air. In the distance, The city is still as beautiful as a mirage. If there is no wind, everything will remain so beautiful forever. Quietly waiting for the return of the owner.
Shaking his head, Keshava turned and walked into the green arch. "Ah, it seems okay." He said after taking a few steps. "The buildings here have a sense of weight. It seems that the Archon's Palace survived under the protection of elven magic. Come down."
"That's great, teacher." Jonah responded.
The old man walked into the magnificent hall, walked through the empty hall, and walked to the altar in the center of the hall. Countless vines penetrated the roof of the hall and extended down, wrapping the altar into a big ball. Light shot down from the broken roof and sprinkled on the obsidian altar. The top turned into dots of shining light. Through the gaps in the dry branches, Keshava saw what was in the center of the altar at a glance. He let out a long breath. "Young man, today is our lucky day. "