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"But the question is, why would he do this?"

Aaron was first shocked by the information from Ruosiqia's mouth for a moment, and then reacted.

It doesn't make sense.

Why did Tuantivan do this?

Is it because he still feels that he has not lived long enough and takes the risk of forcibly absorbing the aura of the cult in an attempt to advance?

Or is it because he has long been contaminated by the aura of the cult, and now he is actually on the verge of death and under the dual temptation of the aura of the cult?

The more he thought about it, the more Aaron felt that the latter was more likely.

After all, in the face of death, no one can resist the temptation of eternal life.

There is nothing trivial between life and death.

Besides, no one knows what Tu Antivan’s desire is.

In the several meetings with Tu Antiwan, it was really difficult for Aaron to feel any flaws in his calm face.

What does this old man who has survived for three generations want?

Only a few people in this world know about this matter.

Some people are dead and some people are still alive.

Of course, including himself.

And he was now standing in a desolate rocky valley.

There are rugged rocks on both sides, and there is no grass at all. There are only one or two thin trees tremblingly protruding from the cracks in the rocks, adding some greenery to this desolate area.

Tu Antivan looked at the man in front of him, Charles.

Well, a pretty common name.

Of course, he also has a more famous name-Agrant I.

He was dressed inconspicuously, just wearing the same iron-studded leather armor as an ordinary adventurer. The leather armor was even slightly damaged due to years of fighting, and had an ugly patch on it.

If the shadow of the sword hanging above his head hadn't proved his identity, no one would have guessed that the smiling man in front of him would be the founding emperor of the Kingdom of Algrant.

"Is this why you called me here today?" Charles casually pointed to the phantom of the long sword hanging above his head.

The scene in front of him, the words in his ears, Tu Antiwan had heard it once before.

At this time, it is time to revisit the old place.

He glanced down at his body, still in his prime.

I clenched my fists, everything felt so real.

But Tu Antiwan knew that everything in front of him was an illusion.

For the vast majority of people, they will fall into an illusion when they are contaminated by the aura of the cult, and the evil thoughts generated by the aura of the cult will induce extraordinary beings to make their own choices.

And once they reach the silver level or even above, the environment of extraordinary beings may be mixed with part of the reality, just like Andem.

But for platinum-level extraordinary beings like Tu Antivan, the evil thoughts themselves will not appear.

Because it makes no sense.

To be able to reach the platinum level or even above platinum, no matter which transcendent he is, he has accumulated enough experience in fighting against the aura of the cult.

Great luck, great perseverance, great wisdom.

Indispensable.

For them, simple inducement is simply self-defeating.

Of course, this does not mean that the cult atmosphere is helpless against them.

In fact, human choices are often emotional rather than rational.

If you go back to the past and stand at the most critical crossroads in your life, your later self will look at your past self.

No one knows if they will make the same choice.

After all, real choices are never as easy and comfortable as "what to eat this morning."

It's more likely to be as bloody as "Do you want to chop off the left hand or the right hand?"

Instead of deliberately guiding me, I allowed myself to naturally question: "Is it really worth it for me to do this?"

Of course, for Tuantivan, this vision was part of his plan.

He just looked at Algrant I, Charles, and said with emotion: "Long time no see..."

Hundreds of years have passed since this meeting with Charles.

Even the last time he saw Charles was hundreds of years ago.

In his mind, he only remembered Charles's eyes as sharp as an eagle before he died.

Of course, Charles was in his prime at this time, high-spirited and unbridled.

"Long time no see? Ha..." Charles chuckled, "Tivan, my old man, what are you talking about? Didn't we just meet?"

However, the next moment, he seemed to have thought of something, his smile slowly solidified, then slowly put away, and he looked up and down at Tuantivan.

Tu Antiwan just stood there, calmly meeting Charles's scrutinizing eyes.

"Is this an illusion?"

"yes."

"How dare you fall?" There was a bit of doubt and disbelief in his tone.

Although he had only put on the crown a short time ago, there was already an unmistakable coldness in Charles' tone.

"I'm dying."

"Who is the king now?"

"Griffin, Griffin Yagrant."

Charles' eyes softened a bit.

He has never heard of this name, which means that this should not be his descendant.

But since he has the surname of Agrant, he should also have the blood of gryphon flowing in his body.

"Whose child is he?"

"Skarr."

"Oh, that boy, I remember him. Indeed, I find him very pleasing to the eye."

The tense atmosphere quietly dissipated as Charles laughed.

Tu Antivan didn't respond, just stood quietly until Charles stopped smiling.

"How is the situation in the kingdom?"

"Your Majesty is preparing to conquer Badibila in the west."

"You have the strength to hit people, and it seems that you can at least have enough to eat. Not bad, not bad." Charles nodded repeatedly and sincerely praised: "You are worthy of being my descendant."

Then, both sides stopped talking again and stared at each other quietly.

Silence.

Everything Charles wanted to know was known.

But he knew that Tu Antiwan came to see him this time not to tell him these trivial things.

He knew Tu Antivan, and even believed that he knew Tu Antivan better than Tu Antivan himself.

Chat time is over.

It’s time to get down to business.

"so……"

Finally, it was Charles who broke the silence.

"So, I'm dying."

Tu Antivan emphasized again.

Charles took a deep breath, "What about the Hanging Sword?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the phantom of the long sword hanging above his head.

"Your plan was half successful."

"Which half?"

"There are indeed differences between different cult auras. Your guess is right. Human beings can indeed wander among the cult auras to gain power that does not belong to them."

All members of Hanging Sword come from children who have experienced cult events and successfully survived.

First come, first served.

A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake.

Between the two soaring waves of desire, a small boat named reason sails forward in the gap.

You see, a boat is in and out of the storm.

The last chapter will be added to pay off...