HP Approaches the Magic World

Jon feels that his ideas have become more and more wild recently.

It is said that dreams are made up of one's own thoughts, and you will think about them every day and dream about them at night, although it may not necessarily be at night when he joins the ceremony.

But it's all about sleeping, that's about it.

When he was thrown down from the sky by the old man, he had a new understanding of his strange dream.

It may be that Helga activated the ritual and constructed a new illusion through the secret language in his mind that he had already interpreted but that he did not understand.

But even if it is an illusion, this is an extremely advanced illusion. The feeling that that kind of power brings to Jon is almost the same as the traces left by [Deep Blue Sea] in the Demonic Fairy Castle.

In fact, the moment he was thrown down, Jon suddenly thought that there was still a trace of a law stored in his soul that could communicate with all things. But he didn't know why. Maybe it was because Helga took over the ritual.

After passing the [Deep Blue Sea], or perhaps Helga added something extraordinary to the ritual, in short, what Jon is experiencing now is extraordinary.

However, he had no choice but to let the plot develop. Maybe he would gain something? In the novel, didn't the protagonists suddenly realize their dreams in strange dreams?

He felt that this might be a revolving door before death. Maybe after falling into the flames and being burned to death, he would return to the real space and wake up in the Dragon Soul Crypt.

The moment he was about to fall into the flames, the space changed and he appeared in a new place.

This is a incomplete space, with ruins everywhere you touch, and the sky above is not blue or black, but as red as burning clouds, as if you did not fall into the pile of flames, but fell into it.

It's the same as inside a volcano.

There is no one around.

"Is this going to a new place again?"

He thought secretly in his mind.

The surrounding area was empty like some weird hell, except for the big black bird statue not far away.

"Big black bird? Isn't this the sacrificial space of some black bird tribe?"

Jon smiled and looked away.

"Of course not, what are you thinking, little kid?"

A voice sounded in Jon's soul, if his current body could be considered a body.

Any communication becomes much simpler once it is separated from language and relies solely on fluctuations of consciousness.

Jon immediately turned his head back. Where the big bird statue was, the original statue had disappeared and was replaced by an old man wearing a black cloak.

This old man is somewhat similar to the previous old man in majesty, except that the previous Qilin old man's eyes were wide with anger, and he had a sense of self-power without being angry. When he was not angry, he was not that scary.

But the old man in front of him now is very different. He has a full head of black hair carefully combed back, his eyes are slender, and his black pupils are extremely deep. He looks at Jon with the eyes of a prime minister who has been in court for a long time. He belongs to

The kind of person who can be seen as scheming just by looking at his face.

He didn't say anything, he just looked at Jon so quietly, but it brought endless pressure to Jon.

Maybe this is his aura. Jon himself admitted that in terms of this aura, he still suffered the disadvantage of being too young.

However, being young has its advantages. With the mentality of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, Jon raised his hands and saluted the old man in front of him.

"I've met senior."

The soul fluctuations radiated out and received feedback almost immediately.

"Boy, which world are you from?"

…

Since the departure of the gods, the practitioners in this world have known that the world is not unique, but only the most powerful are qualified to know the secrets behind the world. Most practitioners can only see the world in front of them.

As for why the old black bird in front of him knew his origin, Jon didn't know either.

However, I don’t know if he can ask.

The old man in front of him just didn't have a kind face, but he was still very gentle when it came to preaching, teaching, and answering questions. He almost always answered Jon's questions, and when Jon said bluntly, he didn't know what he was doing.

After where he came from, he no longer asked this question.

"I can know your origins naturally because I have a way to determine it."

The old man Xuanniao waved his hand, cleared a clean area and came out. The fluctuations in his soul were concise and clear, as if he was completely reassured about Jon.

"You have the power of a black bird to protect you, but do you know what a black bird is?"

If I knew, I wouldn't ask.

Jon shook his head and made a gesture of asking for advice.

"The existence of the black bird is the grace given by fate to the gods to guide the future direction. He is a flying bird that follows fate.

Therefore, people with the power of black birds can see part of the road ahead and understand what happened in the past.

So I can see where you came from. There are traces of fate left on your body. Such existence is very rare among the strongest people in this world, let alone a young child like you.

Moreover, among the younger generation of the Black Bird Tribe, there are only a dozen or so who have gained the power of the totem, and every old man remembers them.

I’m telling you this, do you understand?”

Jon nodded awkwardly, but he had forgotten that he was currently in the base camp of the Black Bird Tribe. How many people here had been blessed by the power of totems, how could they not know about it.

Although everyone is exposed to different things, under Helga's teachings, Jon still knows that no matter what world it is in, the more advanced the totem is, the more stringent the requirements for those who can bear the power, so accordingly

This will lead to a situation in some tribes where there are few people and no successors. Although the Black Bird tribe has not reached that point now, the special nature of this power is still not something that many people can possess.

It is already a great thing for a tribe to have more than a dozen people who can become the successors of Black Bird and have the opportunity to see the past and future.

"Yes, I understand, but you have been talking for so long and still haven't told me who you are."

"Oh, yes, I am the current Otsuka Prime Minister of the Shang Dynasty, and also the contemporary high priest of the Black Bird Tribe in this world."

"Wait, Shang Kingdom? So, this is actually Shang Kingdom?"

Jon blurted out, and the words he spoke at this moment were naturally Chinese. After all, he was particularly shocked now, and the words he spoke were also the most familiar language.

"The mysterious bird of destiny came down to give birth to Shang?"