Iyeta was stunned: "What is that?"
"The corrupting power of Ancient Evil Thought, they once plotted to overthrow the Starry Kingdom, and now they plan to repeat their tactics."
"What?" Iyeta felt completely unsettled, unaware of this information.
The King briefly recounted the information Rod had relayed to them, explaining that there were three powerful Ancient Evil Thoughts nad Ak, Ah, and Alan, and it’s very likely they’re hiding within the Royal City, waiting for a chance to overthrow Trolian.
"What a pity."
The King sighed.
"If only we caught its tail, Rod could have eliminated it."
Iyeta was astonished again: "Aren’t Ancient Evil Thoughts indestructible?"
The King laughed: "What of it? Haven’t you heard of the Black Dining Container? Rod can devour anything, including Ancient Evil Thoughts."
Iyeta felt severely shocked and was speechless, turning his gaze back to the hall.
Most others were similarly entranced; even the arrival of the King couldn’t make them look away.
At this mont, redith finally moved.
He took the last step, and the Destiny Circle was thus completed.
The prophecy succeeded!
A cheer instantly engulfed the entire White Tower.
Everyone started wildly shouting, embracing, stripping, streaking, to vent their inner excitent.
But the commotion outside didn’t affect redith.
He calmly raised his hand, gently touching the Ring of Destiny.
At that instant, boundless Destiny power enveloped him; the world before him flipped, radiant and colorful, and in a flash, he found himself in another Space.
The River of Destiny flowed beneath him, with endless ti swirling around him.
redith knew the Source Prophecy had succeeded, and he would witness the future.
"Co."
"Let see what awaits us."
redith gazed afar.
The power of destiny followed his gaze, launching into the infinitely distant realm. Destiny is the most elusive force, yet at this mont, it was as ta as his pet.
The colorful strings of destiny parted the Mist of ti, and a corner of the future appeared before redith’s eyes.
It was an endless darkness, turbulent black clouds stretching into the depths of the cosmos.
Huge, chaotic amorphous masses churned within the vast Space, and invisible noise filled the Space.
A black ocean arose from the Void, with terrifying giant beasts poking out from the ocean’s surface.
Fear, despair, silence, destruction.
"No!"
"No no no! That’s not right!"
"What is this? What have I seen?"
"Oh God, disaster, indescribable disaster, destruction, unavoidable destruction."
redith’s entire being trembled, the forr Master of White Tower lost all composure, stretching his neck for a better view.
"The Great Terror!"
"The Great Terror is about to descend!"
"An unprecedented disaster, despair with no solution, Black Fog, Black Fog will devour everything!"
"No, impossible, there must be a solution! Humanity will not perish! Civilization will surely be preserved, the fla will not be extinguished!"
"Destiny, destiny, let see hope, humanity must have a ans to survive."
redith trembled as he walked forward, but the future grew increasingly distant.
The Mist of ti was closing, the colorful destiny strings dimming.
"The power of Destiny is insufficient!"
redith suddenly realized that the remnants of the Ancient God of Destiny were becoming transparent, as if erasing from this world.
"No, no, no, it won’t work!"
redith futilely extended his hand, trying to grasp sothing.
But ti and destiny slipped through his hands like sand.
The power of Source Prophecy was insufficient to achieve this goal.
"What should I do?"
redith’s heart tightened; this prophecy was unprecedented, and without the material of the Ancient God of Destiny’s remnants, such large-scale prophecy could never be conducted again.
This was the final chance.
However, the River of ti was accelerating past him.
The prophecy was about to end.
Then, at this mont, redith abruptly cald down.
He suddenly thought of his teacher.
Years ago, during the Source Prophecy of the King, he too faced the problem of insufficient prophetic power.
In the end, he burned himself out, using his soul to complete this miraculous Source Prophecy, leaving behind that famous line.
"The next King of Trolian will lead the surviving humans from the Dark Epoch to restore forr glory."
redith was suddenly alert, knowing what he had to do.
In the Prophetic Hall.
Everyone suddenly noticed, a pale fla spontaneously ignited on redith’s body.
The fierce fire instantly consud him, and even stronger Destiny power blew like a storm.
The River of Destiny erged from the Void, flooding the entire hall.
redith’s soul soared, endless Spiritual Light sparkling at his forehead.
Everyone was stunned by this unusual turn of events, but no one knew what happened. The era of the previous Master of White Tower was too distant, and the Source Prophecy of that ti too cryptic, few experienced the scene then, and fewer knew the complete truth.
Except for Iyeta.
He realized imdiately that his teacher was heading towards the sa fate as his teacher’s teacher.
"Teacher!"
Iyeta shouted, tears unknown when flowing down his face.
The King also knew what was happening, yet he was powerless at this mont.
The Spiritual Light of Destiny swamped the entire Prophetic Hall, redith’s soul rapidly dissipating, his influence on the present dwindling, but his observational strength towards the future rapidly increasing.
At last, he glimpsed a thread of hope amidst the boundless destruction and dark destiny.
"Ancient God!"
"The only hope lies within the Ancient God!"
"Seek the Ancient God, find a glimr of hope against Doomsday destruction!"
Terrible pain swept through redith’s body, the sensation of burning and laceration perated his will, his soul undergoing destiny’s backlash, knowledge most hidden from the world.
"No, too vague, I need to know more!"
redith struggled to move forward, his soul shattering.
"I must know the origin of the Black Fog!"
"I must know how to eliminate Black Fog!"
"Ah, what is this? A na... Royeger!"
"Royeger!"
Bang!
His soul scattered and died, the Spiritual Light of Destiny extinguished.
The crowd finally opened their eyes.
The Prophetic Hall remained undamaged, yet all ritual tools were destroyed, the Altar of prophecy shattered, Destiny materials turned to white ash.
redith collapsed in front of the Altar, unmoving.
"Teacher!"
Iyeta stepped forward, but before his fingers touched his teacher’s body, it turned to ash.
The robe of the Master of White Tower fell to the ground, stirring so white ash.
The world before Iyeta felt like it lost color, he had a mont of daze as if sothing briefly touched him and then departed.
Two words suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Ancient God!"
"Royeger!"
anwhile, the robe of the Master of White Tower began to combust, soon burning into black ash.
The King walked forward, seeing black ash and white ash spread on the ground, naturally forming three phrases.
"The Great Terror will descend from the unknown, the Doomsday of destruction is near in the future."
"The only hope lies within the Ancient God."
"Discover the origin of this special na."
An invisible wind blew, scattering the script, black shadows covered the ashes, engulfing everything.
Yet it was already deeply ingrained in the King’s mind.
Word for word.
The King solemnly bowed deeply to redith’s ashes.
"May the fla endure, may heroes be immortal."
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