Chapter 571: Aiwas's Previous Life Name

After saying hello, Junbai left.

Because the next part of the ceremony was not suitable for her to visit. But she also said when she left that this was the most powerful and oldest cardinal in the Theocracy, and Aiwass could completely trust him.

Cardinal Cyril sat in the center of the ritual circle without moving at all.

But he controlled the materialized wind and water, removed all the clothes on Aiwass's body, and stacked them in the corner of the room.

Under his control, the ritual circle in the room changed rapidly. Like a sophisticated and complex machine, the internal gears rotate and drive the system to operate... Those ritual arrays painted with paint are swimming freely on the ground, and about a quarter of them are combined into a new ritual array, inlaid. Integrated into the previous old system.

Seeing Aiwas staring intently, Cardinal Cyril laughed loudly: "Want to learn?

"It's a pity that I can't teach you - because this is not a divine art, nor a high-level divine art. It is a mysterious skill taught to me by a friend from Taichu when I was traveling before. It is called "Wind Queen Tantra", and it is The tantra of the three paths of wisdom, transcendence, and adaptability is inherited from the legendary ritual master Feng Hou of Taichu. Even if you understand Taichu language, you still don’t have the appropriate adaptability.”

Cardinal Cyril's attitude towards Aiwas was very friendly.

Obviously, his Transcendence Path level is also much higher than Aiwass. So much so that I can see that Aiwass has transcended the level of the path, so I know that Aiwass is also a ritualist.

But Aiwass soon realized that Cardinal Cyril's kindness to him was far beyond what a stranger who had met once or twice should be.

"...Is it divination?"

"Part of it."

Cardinal Cyril nodded heartily and said: "I see that you will solve the difficulties faced by the Theocracy; and the other part is because I see that you are obviously a demonologist, but you are not guilty of the sin of heaven - as long as Using a member of your own race as ritual material will lead to this grave sin.

"Not all ritual masters can be like me and learn advanced divine arts before starting to learn rituals. It is precisely because I have learned advanced divine arts that I know the secret of the sin of heaven, so I can bypass this A trap set by Fallen Heavenly Division.

"But you obviously don't know this, and you have been facing crisis and oppression, but at the same time you can go against 'interests' and choose 'morals' and walk on the right path."

Cardinal Cyril praised: "As a transcendent, you must be determined to go against fate at all costs. But in this case, you can still control yourself not to cross the line. This shows that you are a born hero. A saint who has been tested but is as new as ever is better than a morality that is protected and flawless."

But Aiwass was a little embarrassed instead.

How should I put it... In fact, he also knows the sins of heaven, so he must not be as good as Cardinal Cyril boasts.

But he couldn't explain it, so he could only nod in agreement.

"It may take a long time to complete advanced magic by yourself. But this year's study of advanced magic has not started yet, so I have plenty of time... I will complete your first ceremony for you. ”

Cardinal Cyril said, and the wind flowing in the air gently pressed Aiwass, who had removed his clothes, to the ground.

The black runes that formed the ritual array swam to Aiwass like living creatures. In a faint sore feeling like an ant's bite, Aiwass himself was assimilated into a part of the formation.

They moved to form characters, spelling out prayers one after another, and were connected to the ring on Aiwass's chest, forming nine long rune chains. Then, inside the ring on Aiwass's chest, Elvish runes began to emerge quickly and were woven into words.

It looked like a black sun or a kaleidoscope split from the center of the chest.

Nine chants echoed in the air at the same time—a whisper composed of the sound of the wind. The wind passes through some of the decorative objects on the wall, making sharp, fuzzy sounds that are reshaped into words.

——During the entire process, Cardinal Cyril did not use any ritual materials.

There is no need to draw formations, no need to chant, no need to wait, no need for materials... To be able to do this must be some kind of golden level path characteristic. Maybe even multiple.

It turns out that there is such a great ritual master hidden in the Theocracy!

He looked as if he would die in the next moment - the traces of tree transformation and amber had spread to his face. His whole body was divided into two parts, but maintained a strange balance. As long as this balance is maintained, he will never die.

Aiwass's eyes gradually became dark.

Suddenly, a rapid ringing of his cell phone woke him up.

That was the Digimon Evolution song of his childhood - he would wake up to this exciting music every day, if he could set an alarm clock.

But usually he doesn't set the alarm clock.

Only today was a special situation, so he set ten alarm clocks that would ring every minute.

If ten alarm clocks didn't wake him up, his roommate would wake him up hard.

…Wait, what alarm clock?

Aiwass opened his eyes suddenly.

In an instant, I felt an absurd sense of strangeness.

The soft bed, the cell phone with the alarm clock ringing next to the pillow. There were no laptop keyboard and mouse plugged in, nor his Bluetooth noise-canceling headphones next to the bed.

I had leftover fried chicken and half-drunk milk tea last night.

He reached out to grab his hair in a trance, but only touched the short hair that he could barely hold. The slight pain made his brain shut down for a moment.

While he was stunned, the evolution song had ended.

And a minute later, the exciting evolution song sounded again.

But Aihuas stared at the phone in a daze, and forgot how to turn it off for a moment.

When the alarm rang for the third time, an angry voice suddenly came from outside:

"Ai Shiping, you are sick! You want to evolve into the ultimate form in one breath, right!"

... Who is that?

Aihuas looked outside in a daze and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

... Who is Ai Shiping?

At this moment, the alarm clock ring suddenly began to become extremely slow and distorted.

Time seemed to slow down and solidify infinitely, and the whole world was stained with a dim filter. It looked like an old photo.

"- Can't remember it, right."

Another voice slowly sounded.

At this time, the gaming chair beside Aihuas' bed slowly turned back.

At some point, a faceless man in a black suit sat on it.

Where the head should be, there was only a silver-black sphere shining with iridescent light.

He was crossing his legs, and his equally bright and dark hands were placed on his knees with his fingers crossed.

"I said it's been a long time since we last met, because we have met before;

"I said it's our first time, because it's indeed our first time meeting;

"I said I've heard of you for a long time... because I've known of your existence for a long time."

It was a low and magnetic voice.

Although he couldn't see the other person's expression, Aiwas felt that the other person was smiling.

The brain in the dream was so stiff that it was difficult to function, so Aiwas just stared at the other person and spoke.

...It was the Lord of Scales and Feathers.

Aiwas suddenly remembered the other person's identity.

At this time, the Lord of Scales and Feathers was still narrating slowly: "You are from another world, right... This is your biggest secret.

"You didn't tell anyone this secret. Neither Isabel nor Julia. Because in your memory, this world is just a game... and you are not 'Evans Moriarty'.

"-- But is it really so?"

The Lord of Scales and Feathers slowly stood up and stepped on the ground.

When his black leather shoes touched the ground, the surrounding dreams suddenly melted and shattered.

The narrow apartment melted in an instant and became a dark river. And under him was a huge scale... It was the scale of "Kunpeng".

The sky in the distance showed an incredible purple-red spider web crack.

In each crack, there was a sky of completely different colors. There were several suns and moons in the sky running at the same time - at least seven or eight suns and five or six moons.

It was like a TV playing different pictures, and it was like a surveillance showing different time periods.

In each fragment, the sky at a completely different time was reflected.

"Assassins hiding in the shadows, hunters adapting to the jungle environment, doctors who can prepare medicines and poisons, astrologers and prophets who can predict the future... What do these professions have in common?"

The Lord of Scales and Feathers turned around and raised his hands high, as if embracing the sky.

He said word by word: "This is one of the nine source rivers of the dream world, the River of [Survival].

"It is not shameful for people to make changes for survival. The weak need to adapt to the environment, nature, the strong, and fate... and if they are strong, they can naturally change the environment, transform nature, control the weak, and reverse fate. So I named it the path of adaptation. Adapt yourself, or let others adapt."

As he said, the Lord of Scales and Feathers turned around.

He stretched out his hand and pulled up Aiwas, who was sitting on the ground.

"Let's talk about you, Aiwas. I only have one thing to say...

"--Do you still remember the names of your parents in your previous life? Do you still remember the name of your screenwriter roommate?

"Why do you only remember the memory of "The Ring of Tail"? Why are your memories of "The Ring of Tail" so vague and intermittent?

"And the most important thing... before today, do you still remember your name in your 'previous life'?"

The last sentence suddenly sounded like thunder in Aiwas' heart.

His pupils suddenly contracted and expanded.

At that moment, Aiwas reacted.

But before he could answer, the Lord of Scales and Feathers took the initiative to speak:

"You are an abandoned person, Aiwas.

"You are not Ai Shiping, nor the time traveler...You are not surnamed Ai, and you are not an earthling. You have been a person of this world since the beginning. You are the old self abandoned by Him, and the memory of the previous life cut off by Him. But in a sense, you are more like the original person than him...my old friend.

"You are what they call the 'holy entity'... You are indeed a fragment of the Celestial Master.

"--You are the remains of [Reincarnation]. "