94: Chapter 89 Star Prison Tianyu (3 updates, please follow)_2 94: Chapter 89 Star Prison Tianyu (3 updates, please follow)_2 But at this mont, neither Ian nor Hiliard wanted to continue listening.
However, just then,
suddenly, Ian felt a blur before his eyes.
—Illusory Vision?
No, that’s not right, why is it so intense?!
He only had ti for that thought to flash through his mind, accompanied by an intense sense of penetration in his brain.
Sudden bright light and the interweaving shadows began to erge in Ian’s vision; countless fragnted, disordered pieces started to rge and reassemble.
Accompanied by a sudden, deep pain that seed to burn into the depths of his skull as if searing his soul, Ian, who thought he had temporarily gone blind, witnessed a scene as if it originated from a distant place far away.
“This is—”
The boy’s eyes widened, shimring with watery mist, but they did not focus on the surprised teacher supporting him.
His gaze was unfathomably empty, as if his soul had also spread through that gaze to a place far, far away, across vast expanses of ti.
It felt as if his brain was being torn apart, but in that instant, the boy saw the smoke of war, saw cities collapsing.
Ian saw houses being ignited by blazing flas, a great nation falling to pieces amid desolate war drums.
The land was suffering, and billions of beings were struggling and roaring between heaven and earth, yet they could never escape the endless darkness, only to sink into the eternity’s end, decay into dust and ashes.
He saw, saw the vast plains stretching out beneath his feet, and at the edge of his sight, a line of heavy cavalry charging over the withering scorched earth.
Enormous armor suits released light beams that tore through the dark night, turning city after city into seas of fire, then extinguishing them, like torches that blazed brightly in the night before being quickly snuffed out.
Ian saw it, he witnessed, at the very end, ruins of cities rising up with black smoke that could obscure the land, the sky, the planets, and even the cosmic starry sky.
This blackness represented death, an ill on, and a prophecy.
The black and red mists lingered over everything and everyone; no one could free themselves, no one could escape.
—The weak had nowhere to hide; only the brave could survive.
Everything dissipated.
“Ha…
ha…”
Gasp after gasp, Ian seed to wake from a dream.
He did not know when he had entered Foresight View, then he looked around at everyone nearby.
Grey, white, white, white, gold, purple, blue…
ordinary people, teachers, Viscount Grant, Elder Prude…
and even the square, the streets, the entire Harrison Port…
all the mists were perfectly normal.
“There’s no black…
but I saw it, I clearly saw it…
the entire world was enveloped in…”
With his spirit energy overloaded, fresh red blood seeped from his nose and the corners of his eyes, but Ian was oblivious to it all.
Were it not for Hiliard’s sharp call, infusing a stream of Origin Quality warmth into his body, he probably would have continued to look.
“What’s wrong, Ian?
Your spirit energy suddenly lost control, what happened?!”
Before attracting the attention of the people around him, Hiliard noticed his apprentice’s abnormality.
His brows knitted tightly, and a silver glow lit up in his eyes, scanning over the boy’s body.
Without delay, he made a decision, whisking Ian back to his ho at the fastest speed, trying to guide the Origin Quality to restore him to normal, but he couldn’t.
“Teacher…”
Having regained consciousness, Ian blinked and lifted his hand, wiping away the blood from the corners of his eyes and his nose and mouth.
He closed his eyes, turned off the Foresight View, and then slowly said, “I just saw…
saw…”
Ian was silent for a long ti, then finally raised his head, looking towards his teacher with a complex expression.
The white-haired, green-eyed boy spoke softly, his voice ethereal, as if it ca from a place far and high above, like a prophet of doom, “I saw the world crumbling into ruins, dark fog descending upon the land, great destruction and calamity about to unfold.”
“I saw all beings fighting each other, using flas and thunder to destroy hope, a resolute eternity overturning the canvas of the sky.”
Ian fell silent again, under the equally silent gaze of Hiliard, he, for the first ti since coming to this world, after surviving several life-and-death crises, showed a painful and fragile expression, “Teacher…
I saw…”
“I saw, above the sky, all the stars had gone out.”
“Nothing but darkness…
a darkness like a cage…
a darkness like death…”
“…Don’t worry, child, there are no true prophecies in this world.”
Kneeling on one knee, the tall man reached out, embracing the prematurely mature child before him, the child who for the first ti showed his vulnerability to himself.
He sighed, then gently said, “Trust , there is no such thing as predetermined destiny in this world.”
Hiliard softly comforted his student, as though he was also speaking to himself, “Ian, whatever you saw, whatever you foresaw, do not believe in it.”
“As long as you can see it, then change it…
As long as you are willing, there will always be a better future!”
Terra Calendar Year 766, October 9, the Fiery Fla Countries broke through the mountain path at the border of the Abassalom Mountain Range and the Bison Mountain Range, connecting with the Bernas Plains of the Central Empire to the west, and at the other end of the mountain path, they constructed checkpoint fortresses and built a permanent bastion group.
Peace of the past scattered like smoke on this day; the once separated strong neighbors were now instantly close at hand due to the mountains and wilderness, prompting the Central Empire to urgently reallocate nineteen legions from the west and the Southern Territory to garrison the Bernas Plains.
The original villages were leveled, fortresses rose from the ground, the existing inhabitants were relocated, and the people who had lived on this land for hundreds of years were forced to leave their holand.
They looked back reluctantly, only to see that everything about their native soil had beco unrecognizable.
But this was only the first step.
In the rainforests at the southern end of the Terra Continent, Canaan Moore declared peace talks with Azure Sky Royal Court, putting an end to the war that had nominally lasted for 135 years.
Across the million-man border garrison at either side of Nai’an Chasm, the brief vacancy was quickly filled with thriving trade camps, and floating bridges that were once severed at the slightest sign were erected by the hundreds overnight.
At the sa ti, the flags of the Khan flew over the Scorching Sun Plains opposite the fortresses of the Gantreignum Labyrinth.
The dwarven guards, originally scattered, panicked and threw away their cups, as the Five Mountain Council urgently issued the war readiness order.
The three thousand fully armored guards of the Questheaven Realm left their Holy Ground for the first ti in two hundred years.
Embrace Light Holy Mountain, in conjunction with various orders, urged all nations to remain calm and released their astromancy report on the ‘New Continent’.
The voice of the largest independent Sublimator Collective in human history was usually enough to suppress any unrest in the nations, but this ti, no one cared about their prophecies of the “disaster”.
History was moving forward.
The factories of Steep Ridge Fortress belched fiery black smoke, constantly producing brand-new armor and weaponry, and the price paid was the blackened rocks and the average lifespan of the workers not reaching forty years old.
The City of Knowledge had developed a hovering engine that could sustain flight for three hours, allowing Cloudview City to explore higher realms of the sky.
According to reports from farshore secret agents, a new type of massive ship that could float in the sky was being perfected under the supervision of stargazing sorcerers, and their ultimate goal was unknown to anyone.
Everything had changed, yet nothing had changed.
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.
All that has once happened on this land will happen again in the future.
Whether it’s war, death, destruction, invention, creation, construction, or the power struggles amongst humans, whether noble or ignoble, it’s all just a tedious and dull repetition— and now, humankind was about to embark on another round of mutual slaughter, repeatedly coming back in this cycle of fate.
However, afterward, above the sky, yet another star that had shone brightly for billions of years flickered briefly and then went out.
No one cared.
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