Baiyi’s gaze was solemn, "Saint... quite interesting indeed."
If this is about a Saint, then that controller of the Tower of Soul shouldn’t actually be preventing the next Saint from appearing.
Baiyi thought of sothing and beca sowhat silent.
The Ancient God Era spanned tens of millions of years, and the New God Era is also nearly ten million years. Now it’s the Dark Era.
Amidst such long ages, am I the first Saint?
Does that an... the concept of a Saint disappeared before it appeared on the panel?
If so, it’s possible that the controller of the Tower of Soul may not be a Saint! But perhaps a place for imprisoning Saints?
This reason alone could logically explain the obstruction and aversion...
As Baiyi pondered, he entered the great hall.
This great hall was the Saint’s Tomb, yet it resembled more of a room with a living area, used specifically for registering new Saints.
He needed to leave his mark here in order to gain the power of the Saint and ultimately break through the golden limit of the Human Race, allowing that limit to extend indefinitely upwards.
His experiences outside would always be recorded in his mark, and upon his eventual death, those mories would beco a new legacy within the Saint’s Tomb.
In this cycle, life perpetuates endlessly.
Yet after Baiyi understood these matters, the question still arose in his mind: if Saints are so formidable... how could the legacy have been broken?
The hall’s design was quite simple, with so murals, statues, and furniture, much like a restaurant in a casual manner.
Yet everything was impeccably clean, without any hint of decay, while still exuding a sense of tilessness and history.
Baiyi glanced around, spotting a redwood counter in front of the mural on the left, atop which lay a stack of yellowing parchnt, resembling so sort of contract.
He walked over, and a few words he didn’t understand appeared on the ground.
However, these words swiftly changed into sothing he could comprehend before his eyes.
[Register here ↑.]
Baiyi:....
This sohow seed a bit haphazard...
Following the arrow, he arrived at the counter, where a line of text was quite conspicuous.
[← Register here, press the Saint’s Mark down, and don’t bother unless absolutely necessary, I don’t even want to endure a day more of this lousy job...]
Baiyi:....
His gaze shifted slightly.
[→ Over here are tasks from other Saints, as well as so enemies, consider your own abilities, newbies like you might not even make it into the family tree if you die!]
[Mad, why is this lousy shift so long?]
Baiyi:...
The illusion of these great beings shattered in a snap.
Glancing at the stack of thick parchnt on the left and the two blood-red parchnts on the right, he felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth.
It seed a lot like the Adventurer’s Guild, despite being such high-end stuff, just with a re couple of lines. It suddenly devolved into the Adventurer’s Guild.
Baiyi raised a hand, and a Saint’s Mark appeared on his azure arm, pressing it down.
Buzz~
A brilliant blue radiance erged, evoking a strong sense of unease.
A line appeared in front of Baiyi.
[Yo? Entering the Soul of a Saint? Not bad, kiddo, this awakening of yours might sting a bit. Give an Origin Stone, and I can tell you the trick.....]
Baiyi was a little taken aback. Ah, so even the currency of trade between Saints has beco the Origin Stone now?
[Don’t believe him, he’s a swindler. Entering the Soul of a Saint is simple, just relax...]
The mont this line appeared, Baiyi’s thoughts abruptly shifted, and he found himself in a terrifying blue ocean.
Full of alertness, Baiyi looked around, as the previous lines seed to indicate that the inheritance of a Saint was not as straightforward as it seed.
In this vast blue world, a vortex took shape with him at the center, and Baiyi felt his soul rapidly growing.
[You are absorbing a large amount of the Power of the Soul, your Soul and Spirit are growing rapidly.]
[Your Specialty "Soul Gourt", Spiritual Growth has been unsealed.]
[Your Spirit 1, Spirit 1, Spirit 1.....]
User Comments
0 comments from readers