Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1776: Section 1777 Prophecy Failure

Chapter 1776: Section 1777 Prophecy Failure

Oupulia happily signed the secrecy pact.

Rosen didn’t deliberately keep people in suspense and directly spoke about the Seed. Initially, Oupulia was indifferent until he realized the classification of the Mysterious Object, making him speechless.

After experiencing a series of expressions of astonishnt and struggles of the mind, Oupulia’s emotions finally cald down.

“…I suddenly regret signing this pact.” Oupulia rubbed his temples, which were starting to swell, and even though he hadn’t prophesied anything yet, he could sense an endless malice enveloping him.

“Once you know about the Seed, there’s no room for regret.” Rosen said faintly.

“I understand.” Oupulia sighed deeply and began to face reality with resignation: “What does Lord of the City want to do?”

“You should know, I want to know more about the Seed.”

Oupulia nodded: “Alright, I’ll give it a try.”

Saying so, Oupulia slowly walked to the center of the hall, looking solemn, and muttered sothing under his breath that seed to be a secret spell. However, if you listened carefully, you’d find that Oupulia was whispering things like, “Why did I sign the secrecy pact without thinking it through?” and “Knowing the more you know, the more dangerous it is, yet I still ventured down this path, I regret it!”…

Amidst these regrets, he also mixed in so inexplicable complaints.

For example: “Why is the floor half stone, half tal today, are they renovating?” “Is this zebra stripe style the Lord’s new taste, since when did his aesthetic beco so strange?” “The old tallic floor was polished, reflecting skirts beautifully, why change it randomly?”

Angel listened, speechless, yet opposite him, Rosen and Antonio projected by the communicator looked calm, seemingly accustod to Oupulia’s mutterings.

Antonio even kindly explained to Angel: “Oupulia isn’t usually like this, but when he gets nervous, he tends to babble nonsensically.”

Once “nervous” Oupulia reached the center of the hall, he took a deep breath and then raised his wooden staff high.

At this mont, his babbling ceased at last.

Then a mysterious aura began emanating from the tip of his wooden staff.

Under such an aura, Oupulia appeared like a prophet stepping out from ancient tis, pondering the direction of the future on the desolate cliff of ti.

As Oupulia’s aura grew stronger, the entire tallic hall seed to transform into a chaotic universe.

Oupulia stood in the center of the universe, surrounded by brilliant stars.

When the aura reached its peak, Oupulia slamd the wooden staff into the ground with a “boom—”, causing massive ripples of energy to radiate outwards.

At the sa ti, stars began to fall, and the universe returned to dark chaos. The entire hall instantly beca pitch black, and in the boundless darkness, a rustling sound suddenly appeared.

From soft whispers, it turned into a vast sound.

Like a rushing river flowing toward the unknown in the darkness.

Though Angel couldn’t see it, he knew this might be the embodint of the River of Fate. Undoubtedly, what Oupulia believed in should be the River of Fate, one of the three main divisions of the prophecy school.

This rushing sound continued for a long while, and finally, with a sigh that seed to co from nowhere, the darkness receded, and light returned.

Oupulia finally raised his head after imrsing in the mysterious reverberation for a long ti.

“What did you see?” Rosen asked.

Oupulia gently shook his head, a bitter smile on his face: “I saw nothing.”

“Nothing? What happened?”

Oupulia placed the wooden staff on his lap and sat cross-legged: “I tried directly searching for clues about the Seed, no luck; I narrowed it down to find information about Seed believers, fate still gave no guidance; I narrowed it further to the Southern Domain and Yirong Country, fate remained indifferent.”

“Then, I used a special thod, trying to find nodes with clues in the loops of fate. Unfortunately, I still found nothing.”

Oupulia had exhausted all the thods he could think of, including the most cumberso Future Enuration thod in prophecy, yet found not a shred of information.

“Anything related to the Seed is covered by a dense, obscuring black mist, impossible to see through, and…” Oupulia paused, his expression heavy: “Moreover, every ti I probe into the mist, I fall into a bizarre trance. If this trance lasts even a few seconds longer, I feel that my spiritual power will suffer so kind of irreversible contamination.”

This was the first ti Oupulia encountered such a bizarre situation in prophecy.

This kind of direct pollution of the spirit felt like so presence in the ethereal had set its will to prevent anyone from uncovering the Seed’s secrets.

After listening to Oupulia, Rosen’s expression grew even heavier.

He had initially considered that divination might not work. He knew too well that mysterious objects were extrely unique; any exploration spell cast on a mysterious object could fail, and even the naked eye, light, and energy could be refracted by it.

Almost every Mysterious Object would bend, weaken, or completely ignore rules.

Divination was no exception.

Rosen thought that as long as it didn’t involve the Seed itself, rely searching for Seed believers shouldn’t cause issues, but things hadn’t gone as expected. Anything and anyone related to the Seed was concealed.

“Such a terrifying effect, deserving of a class of unsolvable uncontrolled objects.” Antonio said softly.

Angel nodded as well; he now understood why so would believe in the God of Seed. Worshiping it granted them shelter under a disorderly mysterious force field, like a divine “protection”, indeed giving it sowhat of a religious flavor.

This situation seed to have reached an impasse. Unable to find Seed believers, let alone eradicate or exile them.

What to do?

While everyone was contemplating solutions, Oupulia employed a “Lucky Decision Spell”, a spell evolved from the “Luck Choice” and belonging to the Clock of Questions school. Oupulia wanted to try an alternative approach, not seeking the answer directly, but searching for a thod to solve the problem from the surface—

“How to resolve the inner turmoil?”

However, after using it, Oupulia didn’t feel any inner vibrations, indicating the Lucky Decision Spell failed.

Oupulia shrugged, not too disappointed. He had tried it casually without expecting actual feedback.

However, just when everyone was at their wit’s end, a breeze blew in through an open window.

This breeze swept through the hall unnoticed until it lifted a tattered piece of parchnt from the experintal table, catching the attention of Angel and Rosen.

The parchnt floated in the air, revealing a simple symbol clearly visible on it.

A “Y” on top of a horizontal line.

Seeing this pattern drawn in delicate strokes, Angel and Rosen almost simultaneously thought of sothing—

“Si Man!”