Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The man in the classical robe just disappeared? But who is he talking to?

Aaron glanced at the two sleeping people on the ground, and instead of rushing to wake them up, he walked to the bow of the ship.

The "Four-leaf Clover" is still moving forward. Although the surrounding silver threads have begun to gradually break, the shimmering curtain in front occupies more and more of Aaron's field of vision, becoming more and more intense as it gets closer. Clarity, crossing the blurry line from fantasy to reality.

Even in the "monster" path of a demigod, it's hard to escape seeing things you shouldn't - especially when those things are placed right under your nose.

Aaron already has the short-term ability to directly peer into destiny, and most of the time he will treat this matter cautiously, but at this moment, even if he does not turn on his spiritual vision to trace the silver river, he is still fascinated by the intertwined fate among the threads. Attracted, there is no choice but to accept the scattered information.

Fragmented strange scenes passed before his eyes. It was hard for Aaron to tell whether he had seen or experienced those chaotic scenes. Most of them were burning flames, weird monsters, crimson skies, the sun falling from the sky, and gray mist. But a light rose from the distance, lighting up in the fog. The light spread toward the distant darkness, but did not illuminate the way forward.

Everything is destroyed.

For a moment, Aaron felt as if he was extremely close to death, and as if he had merged into some kind of consciousness that did not belong to him. He heard countless buzzing fluctuations, which crawled to the turning point of fate and made "rustling" sounds. The sound is like grasshoppers eating rice fields.

Aaron couldn't understand what those things were, but he just felt that they were somewhat familiar.

Pale golden light spots exploded in front of his eyes with a "crackling" sound, as if a spark had been polished. Aaron blinked his eyes, and two tears mixed with silver flowing light slipped from the corners of his eyes.

He returned to reality, which made those colorful shadows become sluggish. They continued to overlap with the real world, and confronted Aaron's re-stabilized will. In the end, all the pictures slowly faded away. Melting away in soft laurel waves.

Aaron glanced back and saw that the "Clover" had once again put up a green light curtain, but the color was very light and could barely cover the three living people on the ship. The ship was still working hard. Protect your passengers.

But it was still sailing forward, with the stern of the ship constantly spitting out foam as a thrust, without any intention of stopping.

The closer you get to the front, the light curtain reveals the deeper colors, like penetrating through the fog, gradually revealing a crack leading to the unknown.

The worries and fears in Aaron's heart pushed against each other, and finally gave way to the temporary curiosity for knowledge. Since there was no way out, he could only go and see what it was that attracted this ship, and even himself.

Aaron took a deep breath. When the "Clover" crossed the light curtain, he overcame the fear of the front and tried his best to open his eyes wide——

However, he saw nothing. His eyes and body penetrated a gentle laurel color.

The green light curtain seemed to lose its last bit of power and dispersed from his body.

Then the scene that unfolded in front of him was the ocean that Aaron had been familiar with day after day. The salty sea breeze blew on his face, and the silver sea surface reflected the color of broken flowers, which matched the hazy yellowish sky. echo each other.

Russell, I see a yellow sky?

Aaron rubbed his eyes twice to make sure that he was not going crazy because of the previous vision. His vision was still "normal", or in other words, everything here was abnormal.

There is no sun or red moon in the sky, and the pale yellow light is ambiguous and distant, making it difficult to distinguish between morning and dusk.

Or is there no alternation of day and night here?

Aaron took out his pocket watch from his arms. He originally thought that time had stopped, but after seeing the hand that was moving backwards one second and then quickly rotated eight times clockwise the next second, Aaron decisively stuffed the pocket watch back into his arms.

The sea is silver, but Aaron is also convinced that it is not the same as the river he saw when he peered into his destiny, but they should have something in common, and there may even be an actual intersection - he has no evidence, just There is a vague premonition of this.

This is definitely not the terrifying ruins in the rumors. Aaron has heard of things that can make demigods lose control there, but now he is standing on the bow of the ship and does not feel any influence that makes him crazy, not even because of the things in that sky. In the glimmer, his spirituality was abundant and peaceful, and he was in a better state than usual.

There was movement behind him, and when Aaron turned his head to look over, he found that Vika had woken up, lying on his back on the deck, staring blankly at the sky with his eyes open, a smile mixed with horror on his face. , looks quite scary.

Aaron did not hesitate, walked up and kicked Vika in the arm. The hard front end of the shoe hit the arm bone. The real pain made Vika let out a cry, and immediately rolled over from the ground and walked away. Aaron's direction moved two meters.

"Don't be stupid, you looked like you were going crazy just now." Aaron muttered, leaned over to check Mateo's condition again, and soon shook the young man awake.

Mateo's reaction was obviously worse than that of Vika. He yawned sleepily: "Where is this, why are you here..."

After all, this guy has also been his crew member for a while. Aaron did not choose to give a slap, but decisively punched Mateo on the head: "Wake up! Now is not the time to make you sleepy!"

However, what Aaron didn't expect was that Mateo held the place where he was hit and just looked at him in confusion for a few seconds, then decisively rolled his eyes up and fell asleep again.

Vika coughed twice, his voice still hoarse: "It might be better for him to fall asleep in this place. There is a reason why we can stay awake."

Aaron was able to quickly find the special similarities between the two of them: "Is it because of the way..."

Vika took a deep breath, then spread his hands toward the sky. If he hadn't known that the other party had not shown any faith, Aaron would have even thought that he was about to shout "Praise the Sun".

Vika's eyes looking up to the sky were full of eager longing. His lips trembled silently a few times, and then a delicate and gorgeous flask appeared in Vika's open palm.

There was no surprise on Aaron's face, but he took a step back with vigilance. Although there was no prompt from his spiritual intuition, his long experience of dealing with extraordinary people made it difficult for Aaron to believe what he saw before him.

Vika handed the bottle to his mouth and took several sips. The sweet water moistened his throat, and the slightly cool temperature calmed his heated mind.

Vika shook the bottle with the water inside not decreasing at all, and smiled at Aaron: "This is a special world, I think you have seen it."

"another world?"

Vika turned the bottle upside down, but not a drop of water came out of the bottle: "A dream come true..."

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