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"Get ready, Sartre, let's arrange the ceremony here." Julian continued, without even looking at the broken crystal ball.

Sartre glanced back subconsciously, looking at the crystal block broken into more than a dozen pieces, and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.

It still makes the teacher angry...

He didn't dare to answer, for fear of making the teacher angry again, so he just silently walked to the center of the room and skillfully used psychic powder to arrange the corresponding ritual circle on the ground.

Every time it is spread, azure starlight will light up from the psychic powder, and wisps of breath will slowly fly out from it, surrounding Sartre.

By the time he completed the arrangements for the advancement ceremony, his whole body was covered in starlight, and he could only see a faint figure.

And when Sartre stood in the center of the entire ceremony, Julian placed his hands on the huge crystal ball in the center of the room.

As he inspired his strength, an ethereal aura spread out, even dragging the entire room into the starry sky at night, flickering with little lights in the still darkness.

At this moment, the Tower of Stars was also silently responding to his needs. Starting from the base of the tower, layer after layer of blue stars were shining, spreading towards the top of the tower at an alarming speed.

In the blink of an eye, the originally plain-looking Star Tower was covered with a layer of dense patterns.

The power of the stars continues to wind upwards along these woven patterns, and finally converges on the top of the Star Tower like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

The massive and majestic starlight completed the transformation from formless and insubstantial to tangible and qualitative at this moment, and even made the entire Star Tower begin to tremble.

Many people in the tower felt the ground shaking slightly under their feet, and for a moment they didn't know what happened.

"what happened?"

"Did someone mobilize the power of the tower?"

"Don't talk nonsense, when has the power of the tower been mobilized so violently?"

"Is there some kind of large-scale ceremony being held? I haven't heard of any major events recently..."

Siosande, who was lying in his room studying classics, also felt the shock. He subconsciously looked up to the top of his head, as if his sight could pass through all the obstacles and reach Julian's room at the top of the tower.

No need to think about it, this must be the advanced ceremony held by the teacher for Sartre...

"It seems that this senior of yours is very popular with the teacher. With so many stars, if you give them to me..." Meng Ji leaned out from his shoulder and looked at the surrounding environment with interest.

Because the power of the Star Tower has been fully mobilized, part of the starlight has begun to overflow in the tower. For the creatures in the dream world, this scattered starlight can barely be regarded as a good ration.

Meng Ji's face full of lines twisted silently and changed inexplicably. The lines were combined in pairs to form a wide mouth, tasting the starlight in the room with relish like sucking jelly. .

"That's enough." Siosande said with a stiff face, interrupting Meng Ji's words, then lowered his head again and began to study the classics in his hands.

"Aren't you jealous?" Meng Ji also wanted to provoke Siosande's negative emotions.

For it, Sosander's nightmares, dreams, and even emotions themselves can become food.

It signed the contract to eat, not to starve.

"Jealous? Only mediocre people can be jealous." Siosande sneered and turned the page.

"He is obviously not as good as you..."

"It seems you didn't even notice what I was looking at..." Siosande sneered and closed the page.

A line of gilded text is written on it: "Some Thoughts and Suggestions on Universalizing Ceremonies and Reducing Ceremony Processes." The author is signed Julian, and a small tower-shaped seal is attached to the name.

"You know, I don't quite understand your rituals and the like. For us, that's not necessary."

"This is a relevant classic compiled by the teacher just two years ago. It represents some of his views and understanding of the ritual. In other words, you can think that this represents the highest achievement of the Star Tower in reducing the ritual process."

"Then what?"

"There is no mention of spice gloves or similar props and equipment in the entire book." Siosande looked up calmly and looked at the ceiling above his head again with a complicated tone, "I originally thought that the teacher deliberately gave him research directions and suggestions. but……"

He paused, not knowing whether to be angry or smile bitterly, "But I'm afraid even the teacher himself didn't think of spice gloves, right? Or, even the teacher didn't think of how to balance the spiritual conflict between different spices, right?"

The senior's talents in rituals and spices seem to be a bit too strong...

Relying on this achievement alone, it seems that he will be able to spend some time alone at next year's astrology exchange meeting, telling the entire Tower of Stars and most outstanding gold coin system extraordinary people about his knowledge of spices and spirituality. understanding.

"Senior, what are you hesitating about..." Siosande murmured in a low voice.

"First add the fragments of the soul crystal as the base, then add a small amount of sky star salt as the activation medium, the blades and roots of the dead soul grass as the main body, then add the resentful spirit powder and psychic powder as the secondary blend, and finally add Tianxing salt..."

Sartre murmured to himself and quickly placed the spices in his hands on the ground in front of him one by one.

Every time he places it, his figure will become more illusory, and the light of the stars will become more solid.

Unlike prophets, prophets emphasize the power of rituals, so they will further purify and extract the spirituality contained in spices and the starlight caused by rituals through rituals, and ultimately assist themselves in inscribing talisman inscriptions.

However, for Sartre, the greatest test had just begun.

When he successfully transformed all the spices into breath and successfully mixed it with the starlight, he suddenly froze.

A steady stream of starlight was pouring into his body, but it was difficult for him to write down his soul, which was as clean as a blank sheet of paper!

He didn't even know where to start!

He has been stuck on the road to advancement for several years, and he has gained the perception of destiny through this successful prophecy ceremony. All conditions are met, and advancement should be theoretically reasonable.

No matter how bad he is, no matter how talented he is, he won't be stuck on the first stroke, right?

After all, advancement is a process of sublimating one's own knowledge. No matter how stupid you are, if you have been stuck on the threshold for five years, you should at least have your own views on destiny, right?

But now, Sartre was like being asked by the teacher to answer an open question in class, but as the question writer of Star Tower, he hesitated and couldn't answer it, and he didn't even have the courage to write a "solution".

If you can't answer a question in class, it's easy. After all, you will only receive criticism from the teacher at most.

But the problem is, this is during the advancement ceremony.

Xinghui is constantly injecting his soul, but he can't find an outlet because he is reluctant to put pen to paper!

There may be room for redemption for other people's failures, but if he can't find a suitable way to output the excess starlight, then his soul will be saturated with starlight and eventually be completely assimilated, and may directly mutate into some kind of Soul body!

To make matters worse, Julian arranged for Sartre according to the highest standards. Not only were the spices top-notch, but he also used rare spiritual materials such as psychic powder, which was equivalent to supplementing the ingredients.

If it were replaced with a conventional configuration, Sartre might still be able to operate it, and he might even be able to forcibly interrupt the ceremony.

But now, the high-standard layout has become one invitation after another from the god of death.

From the moment the ceremony was held, he had already embarked on a path of no return...

It seems that the teacher cares a little more?

Sartre was enjoying himself and showed a helpless smile.

Thanks to Songmingshan people for the two rewards~