“No, Valkyries,” she shook her head, calming herself down. The Cloudsoar School was indeed no more. This was an undeniable fact. Since occupying the northwest of Dawnbreak, it would return to that mountain once every century, staying in the dilapidated ruins for a day or two.
Only because it had once been a member of the school.
On the mountain, it not only learned how to connect with the Realm of Consciousness, but also mastered much knowledge of the human world. The one who taught it was an Ascendant named “Thousand Forms” Xisitalis.
The opponent was not outstanding in combat ability, even inferior to a strong Native, which was simply a joke among the clans. But Valkyries knew that the Ascension Ritual would not be easier just because the fused magic stone was not suitable for combat. The three fusions that the opponent had undergone were impeccable. In every aspect, it was a genuine Ascendant.
Just like its title, Thousand Forms gained the ability to change its appearance when fusing the second magic stone. Therefore, it rarely showed its true face. Most of the time, it appeared in human form, adding fluent human language. If one didn't know its background, most first-time meetings would mistake it for a human.
And the appearance it used most often was "Lan" from the TV screen.
Valkyries stared at that face, countless memories flooding her mind. More than a thousand years... Although there were subtle differences in the facial features and clothing details, it would never forget this face.
If the pioneers who established the Cloudsoar School were anomalies among humans, then "Thousand Forms" was an anomaly among them. It never valued how much strength the magic stone could improve its own strength. It was full of curiosity about anything it had never tried, and was also the first clan member to actively contact the Cloudsoar School.
At that time, rumors of the "War of Divine Will" were faintly circulating within the clan, and humans occupying Dawnbreak were regarded as potential enemies.
Valkyries had always been grateful to this guide who had taught it most of its knowledge. It did not look down on the opponent because it was not good at fighting. It knew very well that Thousand Forms' acceptance and understanding of the Realm of Consciousness, also the source of magic, far exceeded other clan members. More than a dozen books it had written became a ladder for guiding the clan's ascension. In human terms, it could be called the "mentor" of most people.
In fact, "Thousand Forms" may have been the first clan member to accept the fourth fusion.
If successful, it would also become the clan's first "High Lord". It should be known that at that time, even Natives were few and far between, let alone High Lords.
Unfortunately, this ritual ultimately ended in failure. It was devoured by magic, its bones and flesh ceasing to exist.
Valkyries clearly remembered this scene, because it was guarding the opponent's side at the time, and witnessed the opponent's body disintegrating little by little. This was also the reason why it found "Lan" so unfamiliar. Since then, for more than a thousand years, it had never seen a similar person.
Valkyries had asked Thousand Forms why it had become this appearance—unlike those simulated human appearances, it was sure that this face did not belong to any pioneer.
And the other party's answer made it completely incomprehensible.
It said that this was the appearance of a divine envoy.
As for who the divine envoy was, Thousand Forms said that it didn't know very well either. When it used its ability to enter the Realm of Consciousness, it would occasionally encounter a distinctly different consciousness—the other party seemed to whisper in its mind. Although they had never truly met, it could recall the other party's appearance afterwards.
Thousand Forms also said that this may be due to its own insufficient ability. If it could open up a stable area in the Realm of Consciousness, which was like a turbulent flow, it might be able to connect with the other party.
At that time, Valkyries couldn't understand this at all. It had only become a nascent entity not long ago, and its understanding of the Realm of Consciousness was still blank. It could be said that Thousand Forms was hundreds of years ahead of the clan in this regard. It was not until the eve of the second War of Divine Will that the King achieved this, successfully leaving an area in the Realm of Consciousness that belonged exclusively to itself.
It also asked the King if it had seen the divine envoy, but the King gave a negative answer.
Thinking calmly, there may be two possibilities at present.
One is that this area belongs to the divine envoy "Lan". However, according to the
content of the TV, Lan seemed to be dead—this was completely unreasonable. As long as one does not leave the Realm of Consciousness, the creator of the area should be immortal.
The second is that before being devoured by magic, Thousand Forms threw its consciousness into the Realm of Consciousness and successfully opened up an area. Although this guess can explain why humans don't find it strange when they see it, it cannot explain the pile of unprecedented decorations around it.
If Valkyries only wanted to leave this weird place as soon as possible at first, now it has more ideas.
The sentence that Thousand Forms said when the fourth fusion failed has always lingered in its mind. According to the other party, even if the War of Divine Will is won, the clan will not be able to reach the Divine Domain. It has always wanted to understand what made the mentor say such a thing.
Now may be an opportunity.
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"Yawn..." LuoLan held the steering wheel with one hand, driving the van quickly on the Second Ring Elevated Road.
Although he tried his best to step on the accelerator, and the engine roared, vehicles were still constantly overtaking and throwing him further and further away.
"What's wrong, didn't you rest well?" Sitting in the passenger seat was Garcia. Maybe it was an illusion, but since she fell asleep in his room last time, the other party's voice seemed to be much gentler.
"The café is closed today, I wanted to sleep until the afternoon before getting up. The Association is too good at picking times." LuoLan couldn't help complaining. After dealing with the relocation propaganda, a strong sleepiness swept over him again, almost making him unable to open his eyes. Considering that the time flow in the Dream World is almost three times that of the real world, he decided to come here to get a good sleep, so he can save time and let the Taquila witches relax.
Now they no longer need him to watch them all the time, and they can completely find their own fun.
In addition to enjoying themselves, the Ancient Witches also take on the task of tracking those new magic creatures that appear from the Erosion. He has not forgotten Lan's words. This world has been targeted by the gods. To eliminate the threat and break through the barrier of the divine realm as soon as possible, the most effective way is to kill those Fallen Ones and use their power to supplement and strengthen the Dream World.
The ideal is beautiful, but there is always a gap with reality... When he slept until noon, Garcia called him and said that the Association organized a condolence activity. All the star martial artists and high-level officials of the Association had to be present to visit those injured companions who were rescued.
He thought it was just Garcia's unilateral invitation at the time, and wanted to find an excuse to refuse, but he didn't expect that the Association was not calling her, but himself, who held a hunting license.
"Visiting is just a matter of convenience. After all, Prism City has suffered this disaster, and people's hearts are uneasy. The appearance of high-level officials is also a means of rebuilding confidence." Garcia raised her eyebrows, "I think the plenary meeting held in the evening should be the real focus."
LuoLan was silent. The sudden expansion of the Erosion is definitely not enough to rely on appeasement. The more turbulent the situation, the more power must be shown. At this time, if you cannot give the enemy a fatal blow, saying more is useless. Therefore, the plenary meeting is likely related to the newly appeared magic creatures.
This situation is also a good opportunity for him to fish in troubled waters.