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Julian calmly stared at the azure blue light group in front of him, looking at Sartre who was already blurry under the starlight, without any sign of anxiety in his eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want to help him?" The old voice sounded again.

Because of the starlight barrier, this old voice was not afraid of Sartre hearing it.

In fact, at this time, Sartre had no time to pay attention to the external situation and had to devote himself wholeheartedly to carving talisman and inscriptions.

Julian nodded silently and said nothing.

"Based on his performance, I'm afraid he won't know what to do until he dies. You've waited so long in vain."

"He will," feeling the faint trembling sensation under his feet, Julian slightly manipulated the extraordinary aura.

In a few breaths, the vibration of the entire Star Tower became more obvious, and even the tower itself was shaking faintly.

At this time, not only the apprentices, but also many instructors and even the deputy tower master could not sit still.

What is Julian doing?

Didn't he agree to only help his apprentices with the advancement ceremony?

Why is there such a big movement? !

"It's almost reaching the critical point. He will wake up if the trouble continues." The old voice had no choice but to remind Julian.

"I am measured." Julian said, standing with his hands behind his hands, his gray robe slightly fluttering under the influence of the overflowing starlight.

At this moment, under the influence of the condensed starlight, the wind began to rise in the originally sealed room, and the ethereal spirituality began to intervene and interfere with reality.

"He is dying." The old voice reminded Julian.

The originally azure starlight was even more dazzling at this moment, even bright and dazzling, but correspondingly, the starlight contained in it also reached a staggering level.

Even an ordinary silver-level gold-coin-type transcendent may not be able to control such a huge starlight in one breath, but in Sartre's hands, through the dual effects of rituals and spices, he still holds on to the reins of the starlight.

Under his control, Xinghui was just running busy but without any riots or jamming.

Sartre's hair was already wet with cold sweat. Even though the entire situation was still within his control, he knew that time was running out.

As the starlight accumulates, there will always be a time when it exceeds his control, and at that time, the massive starlight will completely disperse his body, and may even cause considerable damage to the Star Tower itself.

However, what made him despair was that before he could find a solution, another majestic starlight washed down!

Teacher, I really can’t hold on any longer!

Like holding a piece of paper to tie up a vicious dog, Sartre's own soul is struggling to attract the starlight, trying hard to make the starlight flow so that the ceremony can purify the starlight itself.

But this is only a drop in the bucket. After all, the purity of the starlight that the Star Tower can mobilize is already quite high. No matter how purified the ceremony is, there is no way to further compress the starlight's volume.

At this moment, he has only one way to go, and that is to draw the talisman inscription!

However……

Sartre stared at the illusory white paper in front of him and let out a long sigh.

His mind went blank, and he didn't even have the courage to put pen to paper and draw even the first trace.

He didn't know what was going on, he just felt heart palpitations and confusion for no reason.

It was not until this moment that he finally understood where he had been stuck in the past few years.

teacher……

Even if you let me go in and out of the tower every day to feel the breath of destiny,

Even if you ask me to learn many rituals and spice ratios,

Even if you personally assist me in completing the prophecy ceremony,

Even if my prophecy has indeed received feedback from fate...

But I still don’t know what fate is!

To tell a joke, as an apprentice of the Tower Master of the Star Tower, a gold-coin extraordinary person who has been stuck in the bronze level for too long, an extraordinary person who has completed the prophecy ceremony, he still doesn’t know what his destiny is!

Extraordinary power comes from personal cognition. If he does not know what destiny is, cannot express his understanding of destiny, and cannot further transform the extraordinary breath that fills his body into condensed talisman inscriptions, then of course it is impossible to successfully advance.

And this means that he is about to watch himself die.

The originally smooth ritual had begun to become difficult, and the ability to control the ritual had reached its upper limit. The originally harmless and pure starlight began to infiltrate his soul uncontrollably.

Several blocks of azure color gradually began to appear on the white paper-like soul.

The clear consciousness began to gradually blur, and Sartre could already feel that the world around him was beginning to distort, and his cognition had been changed with the assimilation of the starlight.

This was originally a ritual that the prophet should have completed, but unfortunately his soul had not been deliberately strengthened like the prophet, and he could not withstand such a massive amount of starlight, not even the current Siosande!

Dying?

"Aren't you going to take action yet?" From the outside, an old voice began to urge.

"I believe him." Julian said concisely.

In a trance, Sartre saw pictures lined up silently in front of him, and various sounds lingered in his ears...

He couldn't see the paintings clearly, nor could he hear the sounds clearly. He could only vaguely feel that they seemed to be some kind of pictures or certain sounds from a certain period of time and space in the past, present, and future.

Dying?

I'm really sorry, teacher, for wasting so many resources...

But in this case, Siosande will get the teacher's attention, right?

It's just Aaron...

etc?

Aaron, that two-color gold coin, the player of the strings of destiny?

Sartre captured some indescribable feeling as his spiritual sense was infinitely amplified before his death.

An extremely bold and ridiculous idea suddenly came to his mind.

Could it be that he also found the wrong person this time?

Could it be that what he is looking for is not Aaron, but someone else?

There is a bias in cognition itself.

Only in this way can he explain why he clearly felt the breath of fate, but in the end he couldn't even draw a single stroke.

Is the so-called feeling of destiny itself an illusion created by his thoughts day and night?

Is his talent so poor that even with the help of a teacher, he can still find the wrong person to predict? !

this……

A flash of thought took root in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it. His mind was filled with this ridiculous and ridiculous idea.

Sure enough, I still couldn’t make a correct prediction even just once...

If Aaron were here, he would probably be talking about terms that he didn't quite understand, right?

He smiled bitterly and closed his eyes peacefully.

Teacher, maybe you have really seen the wrong person...

After another moment, he who had closed his eyes and waited for death suddenly opened his eyes.

etc!

Since the teacher didn't take action, where did Aaron's strong aura of destiny come from?

Since the prophecy was wrong, how could it be possible to meet Aaron by such a coincidence?

Who on this continent has the ability to change Aaron's fate?

Is this destined to happen, or is it an unintentional coincidence?

No, there is only one destiny...

Doomed to make wrong prophecies, and destined to meet the wrong people under the guidance of wrong prophecies, but doomed to perfectly conform to cognition and settings.

In the face of the long river of fate, all coincidences are doomed!

Is this fate?

This is indeed true!

Almost at the moment when this thought arose, the starlight that was about to solidify finally found an outlet. It sloped down like an avalanche following the guidance, and hit heavily on the white paper that symbolized the soul.

"uh-huh?"

As if he sensed something, Julian looked up. His perception came outside through the thick tower wall, but he only saw the deepest night.

The sky is filled with stars and the Milky Way hangs high.

But it’s clearly still daytime now!

Change the sky?

Before Julian could react, the sky darkened, and countless stars contributed their starlight without hesitation, and all came following the guidance of the Star Tower.

In just one breath, the Tower of Stars was illuminated as bright as day by the swarming stars.

At that moment, it was like a waterfall cascading down, stars falling like rain, and splashing into the sky full of glowing mist.

The strange appearance of the Star Tower can be seen hundreds of kilometers away and even as far as the city of Ekhtaton in the Kingdom of Lenofica!

"What on earth did this kid do? Why is the power in the tower still decreasing?!" The old voice was not calm at all.

Forget about inducing starlight from the outside world, why did you start extracting the energy from the starlight pool in the tower?

How did this kid bypass the authority and transfer directly?

"Julian, what are you doing? Is he going to advance, or are you going to advance?!"

With such a grand scene, even if Julian himself advanced, everyone would probably nod in agreement.

This momentum of engraved talismans and inscriptions, how can it be a mop dipped in the sea?

This is clearly like holding up the sea and directly splashing a splash-ink landscape painting with Wang Yang's willful attitude!

A heartfelt smile finally appeared on Julian's face, and he responded with a loud laugh: "This is the style that the next Tower Master of the Star Tower should have!"

Among the long stretches of yellow sand, there are lonely towers, stars hanging high, and rivers coming from the sky.

It's still dark during the day, and the sun can't be seen.