650: Chapter 606: Supre Spirit Sect (5400, First Release, asking for monthly votes!) 650: Chapter 606: Supre Spirit Sect (5400, First Release, asking for monthly votes!) Just as Ian touched the Dead River Armant, his eyes began to spin with one after another hazy vortex of mist.
Endless light and shadow intertwined with blurry fragnts of illusion to form one different world and on after another.
Different from prophetic dreams, and also different from that vague prophecy eight years ago, this ti, what appeared before Ian’s eyes were ons that seed as real as life itself.
And the first on soon erged before Ian’s gaze.
It was a rather ordinary tavern with only a clean-looking signboard, where weeds half a man’s height grew at the entrance, and on a tree nearby hung a huge wasp nest.
With the moist air of the impending rain, the wasps buzzed anxiously, disturbing the passersby.
From this overly natural setting, it was evident that this place was in South Ridge.
Especially the wasps, as big as half a palm, were clearly a specialty of South Ridge, just like the ‘Nanling Great Mantis’ that was almost as big as a shoe sole.
There were only a few drinkers in the tavern, casually chatting in their familiar corners, drinking cheap barley beer mixed with distilled Dwarf Spirits, discussing either household trivialities or impassioned topics.
One could vaguely hear keywords such as ‘Sorin Duchy’ and ‘The Dead Domain.’
“Have you heard?
The Sorin Duchy has now completely beco a dead land!”
“I know!
My uncle’s apprentice is from the Duke of Sorin’s territory.
She ca back from her hotown a few days ago, and she was completely out of sorts.
The girl used to be so sharp-witted, and now she doesn’t eat all day…”
“Truly terrifying, I heard that they used so top-secret annihilation-type Spirit Energy Weapon from the Imperial Capital, and it killed everyone over in the duchy?
Even Fiery Fla Land dares not approach anymore!”
“Although the duke’s rebellion had everyone worried and scared for a good while, in the end, that place was still, fundantally, The Empire’s territory and its people…
The Imperial Capital has a cruel hand…
if in the future…”
“Go on, what drivel are you spouting?
We’re all citizens of The Empire.
How could we be targeted by that kind of weapon!
Duke of Solin brought it upon himself by rebelling, and those who didn’t leave the duchy basically chose to back him to the hilt.
They deserved to die!”
“That’s hardly human talk, is it?
What do you an ‘deserved to die’?
If it were you, would you abandon your ho and leave?
What kind of beastly talk is this…”
“You motherfucker…”
Just like in every tavern, there was always soone whose words beca bolder with the influence of alcohol.
Especially when it ca to political topics, it was easy for foul language to spew forth, quickly escalating into either a trendous verbal battle or a physical fight.
But this ti, it didn’t co to blows; the two arguing simply cursed and moved to another table, while other drinkers at the tavern took up the topic as well.
“Never mind the duchy.
Even the cities around the West Frontier Plains have beco desolate…
I heard that in the dead of night you can hear the wails of ghosts there!”
The conversation swiftly shifted to tales of the supernatural, and, as expected, it was a group of younger youths who huddled together, speaking in hushed tones.
Taking a sip of his drink, one young rchant said, “Didn’t I accompany a trade caravan on a trip recently?
I sneaked across the border and looked around in the duchy!”
“And what I found at the site of a familiar border town…
was a super huge hole!”
“I don’t know whether it was dug out or collapsed, but it was very deep, with gusts of hot air blowing out from within.
You know what?
It’s quite similar to the Terrestrial Whirlwind Cloud Pillar, just much, much smaller.”
“At night, the sounds coming from that hole are very much like the wailing of ghosts… Maybe that’s the real truth behind the ghostly cries?”
“Is there really such a thing?” The others beca interested as well: “The Western Territory doesn’t have a Great Rift Valley, does it?
And sure enough, I always said there were no ghosts…”
The young rchant answered a few more questions, and the topic gradually shifted away from the duchy towards news about South Ridge.
“Have you heard?
Over in the Agate Stone Plains, what was once Leyan Territory, now called what?
A new religious sect has appeared there, called what…
Supre Spirit?
It’s said to be vaguely similar to the ancestral beliefs in Yanjiang, but it advocates revenge and family happiness…”
“Anyway, many of the Mountain People are believers!”
Regarding this news, many held a cautious attitude: “Isn’t that so Cult?
Don’t believe in anything but the Four Great Orthodox Churches.
They cheat you of money and might even take your life!”
“Yeah, didn’t my aunt’s miscarriage happen because she believed in so Cult?
Now the family’s destitute, her husband has run off, and the previously kind woman has turned herself into sothing neither human nor ghost…
Truly horrific.”
“Sigh, that’s not necessarily true…
I an, the Dragon Worship Cult and the Iron Heart Church are pretty good, right…”
Clearly, the Dragon Worship Cult wielded decent influence in South Ridge and had a good reputation, hence no one argued against this: “But they also bring about disasters and wars.
It’s better for us to stay as far away as possible from these sects!”
An on’s visionary world dissipated.
Although for many, these cryptic signs couldn’t provide much information, for Ian, who already knew much, this on’s vision was filled with déjà vu.
This prophecy…
Clearly, it was based on the ti after he left the Subspace Labyrinth and returned to South Ridge to be a Lord.
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