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Woo~

At this moment, inexplicably, a strange voice sounded from his heart, as if it was teasing his mind.

This voice seemed to have a magical quality, tempting Sartre's thoughts to start flying.

But before he could lose his mind, he heard another old cough.

Like thunder, it instantly woke him up from his trance.

"Don't listen carefully."

Julian reminded.

Sartre was shocked, "This is..."

"No, this is just a precursor to His awakening," Julian said to Sartre half-jokingly: "You can even think that this is His snore while sleeping."

snore……

Sartre didn't know what to say for a moment.

"The seal of the Tower of Stars back then was to ban this kind of sound. People back then didn't dare to seal the gods..."

Without the energy supply of the Star Magic Pool, the Star Tower's ban has begun to gradually become ineffective.

Even the strange sounds at the moment are still the product of filtering through some restrictions that have not completely expired.

In order to completely isolate this sound, the Tower of Stars at that time set up several bans on three floors inside and three outside.

"Then teacher..." Sartre asked hesitantly.

"Haha..." Julian chuckled, walked forward, patted Sartre's shoulder casually, and handed over a rather thin-looking sheepskin scroll, "Here are my thoughts on streamlining rituals during this period. Some thoughts, please hold it for me first."

Sartre pursed his lips, looked at the parchment scroll, then glanced at Julian, but did not accept it.

"You are my student, you should hold it."

"But there's Siosan."

"I am your teacher and I want you to hold it."

Julian deliberately emphasized the word "you".

Sartre couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Siosand.

At this time, he was lowering his head slightly and pretending to turn his head away, as if he was looking at the scenery outside the tower.

Before Sartre could refuse, his hand felt heavy, and the seemingly light but actually heavy parchment scroll was forced into his hand by Julian.

"I have given the tower spirit preset permissions. You can directly use the teleportation array to leave here when the time comes. I have to break the seal."

Unlocking the seal means facing the gods directly.

In other words, a narrow escape from death.

For gods, even if it is just a god who has been sleeping for a long time, there is no difference whether it is an ordinary person or a person above platinum.

"teacher……"

Sartre wanted to say something else, but was interrupted rudely by Julian: "If you still want me to have one more chance of living, then don't stop me."

After speaking, he glanced at Siosande. Although they did not look at each other, Julian knew that Siosande was listening.

"Remember to protect Sartre."

After saying that, he didn't even wait for Siosande to respond and turned around to leave.

Siosande did not respond, but said calmly: "Senior, let's go."

Sartre took one last look at the teacher, gritted his teeth, and walked into Julian's room holding the parchment scroll tightly.

Immediately, talisman and inscriptions began to appear throughout the room...

Although building the teleportation circle consumes a lot of energy, this part of the energy has been calculated in advance and was deliberately separated by the tower spirit in order to deal with this situation.

In fact, this energy also has several different uses, corresponding to different situations.

Sartre would never have thought that the so-called sheepskin scroll was actually the energy hub of the Tower of Stars, the carrier of the tower spirit.

From the moment he called the Star Magic Pool, Julian never thought about being alive.

Tu Antivan has become a god and is able to keep his promises.

Then, the years of life he deliberately left behind to strengthen the seal were irrelevant.

Along the route preset by the tower spirit, a secret door silently opened on a thick stone wall somewhere.

Julian walked slowly inside, the secret door closed, and then descended rapidly.

This is a secret door that only the tower owner is qualified to use, leading directly to the depths of the earth.

Deeper than the underground spice repository.

In other words, that is just a relative concept.

He does not sleep in this world, but curls up in some self-created space.

The coordinates that connect the present world and this self-created space are deep underground in the Tower of Stars.

Maybe just a few breaths later, the secret door opened silently.

What caught Julian's eyes was a sphere shining with azure light.

At this time, strange sounds echoed everywhere in this small space that was artificially dug and reinforced.

The sound rippled in this secret room, which was no larger than an ordinary bus, and erupted into a chorus-like effect as it oscillated back and forth.

Now, because most of the seal has failed, only this blue ball of light is left in the entire secret room.

Of course, that is not the true nature of this god.

That is the last seal of the Star Tower.

"Tuantivan Phoenix."

Julian was not in a hurry to unlock the seal, but said softly, calling Tu Antiwan by his real name.

The next moment, a figure walked out of the void.

Naturally, it is the tower spirit wearing the body of Tu Antivan.

However, He did not appear in his true form at this time and still maintained his human prototype.

"You are not Tu Antivan."

"Yes, I'm not. He's dead, but the contract is still valid, while I can still maintain my sanity."

Talling raised his hand and pointed, "There are countless voices trying to talk to me all the time. They want to tell me what to do, so please hurry up."

Julian nodded, and immediately walked to the ball of light, hesitantly but firmly holding the ball of light with his hand.

The next moment, Ta Ling moved his fingers slightly, and together with him, Julian and the ball of light suddenly disappeared into the secret room and appeared directly at an unknown high place.

Although Julian did not explain, the tower spirit naturally knew that he could not break the seal rashly near the Star Tower, so he simply moved the entire space coordinates out.

To Him, things that would take a lot of effort for an extraordinary person to accomplish are just a matter of His thoughts.

"Actually, you don't have to die."

As long as Tu Antiwan is around, Julian can actually do without Julian's intervention in the whole matter.

"Yeah, but I have to die." Julian muttered, looking overhead in the distance.

It was pitch black.

"He is an old guy who has only a few years to live, so he shouldn't shamelessly occupy the position of tower master.

Besides, someone has to be responsible for these things, right?

The more I do, the less Sartre will have to worry about in the future.

so……

Very good, very good. "

In the end, Julian just muttered and repeated that it was good.

Ta Ling was silent for a moment and responded: "I will try my best."

Immediately, inexplicable fluctuations spread.

Julian's figure began to gradually disintegrate, and soon turned into various points of light and fell into this blue ball of light.

The light ball gradually dimmed, but a colorful strange light immediately appeared.

Countless light spots fluttered down one after another, and were blown away by the strong wind from high in an instant.

But the light spots were too dense, and the strong wind rolled them into a bright galaxy.

The stars are spread out and the Milky Way is upside down.

“In the past, some people used horoscopes to predict the future.

Later, there were us ignorant people trying to catch a glimpse of destiny.

Sartre, actually I don’t know what the use is of knowing the future.

As you said, just knowing your destiny and being unable to change it is an extremely painful thing.

But, no matter what, this does not prevent us from becoming stars...

This is the final lesson and this is the answer I know.

I don't know if it's right or wrong because the answer itself doesn't make sense.

When you're confused, maybe look to the sky.

Sartre, you know, I'm always watching you.

This is the last help I can give you, teacher.

Also, say sorry to Siosan for me. "

These are the words engraved on the parchment scroll, and they are also what Julian cannot say to Sartre in person.

A super-powerful man above platinum fell, and strange phenomena appeared on the continent itself.

Sartre, who had just stepped out of the teleportation circle, felt something in his heart and subconsciously glanced at the sky outside.

Stars fall like rain.

He didn't know why, but his heart felt empty all of a sudden.