"Di."

A drop of water fell from the high altitude, as if passing through a thousand layers of mirrors, and finally fell into a calm lake.

The lake itself was like a mirror.

This drop of water should have splashed out layers of ripples... but it didn't. The water drop seemed to be chiseling into not a calm lake surface, but a wisp of ethereal cloud.

An old man shrouded in mist sat on the lake.

He slowly raised his head.

Above him were layers of lakes, layers of mirrors. In fact... this was an ivory tower with no visible top. Due to the condensation of extraordinary source matter, the space inside the tower could no longer be measured by the naked eye.

"You should know that in recent years... the core of the Source Tower has been weakening."

The lake was blocked by mist. As the voice fell, this calm lake surface began to tremble... A young man wearing a moon-white robe, as if walking out of ancient mythology, slowly came to the old man.

"What I have done... is all for the Source Tower, for the future of the Five Continents."

He walked strangely, with one leg lame, so he was high and low.

"Lord Shénzuò... you have arrived."

The old man used honorifics to the young man, and he prepared to stand up.

At the moment he stood up.

Invisible chains appeared in all directions of the lake in an instant. These chains were taut, firmly locking the old man in the heart of the lake.

This was the Source Tower's greatest "Prophet," whose divination had never been wrong.

But... he was also a prisoner.

He was entangled by countless mental chains, imprisoned in this world of overlapping thousand-layer mirrors.

Rather than saying this was imprisonment, it was more like... protection. Without the wrapping of these chains, his spirit would have collapsed long ago. The extraordinary laws operating in the dark had an extremely strong backlash effect on thieves who spied on the future.

His haggard and withered appearance was the result of the law's effect.

He looked like he had lived for two hundred years, skin and bones, and could fall apart at any time... but in reality, he had not lived to this age.

Shénzuò, the God of Wine, smiled gently. He sat cross-legged in front of the old man and said softly, "No need to be polite. Your spirit should still be used where it should be... I want to confirm something with you this time."

"It's about Dongzhou."

The old man sat down again, and the countless chains disappeared.

"That's right."

A burning light ignited in the eyes of Shénzuò, the God of Wine, and he slowly said, "Changye, Gu Changzhi... is he dead or alive?"

The old man did not directly answer this question.

"You should also be clear... the Qingzhong built in Changye City is a miracle no less than the Source Tower. Because of the gathering of a large amount of extraordinary source matter, any form of divination will be affected by the extraordinary." The old man slowly lowered his eyebrows and said, "Therefore... divination aimed at places of miracles may not be 100% accurate."

"Just tell me the result."

"Gu Changzhi... is dead. This is the conclusion of the Astrology. I saw the star symbolizing Gu Changzhi has fallen." The old man's voice was very low. "This is my divination result."

"...Then what is this?"

Shénzuò, the God of Wine, raised his arm in silence. With a wave of his hand, a picture unfolded in front of the old man.

That was the scene of the battle in Dadu at this moment.

A snow-white figure burning with boiling light was burning his life, beating two Source Tower apostles violently. Whether it was Tie Wu or Qin Ye, they were only in a passive defensive position.

"My apostles have arrived in Dongzhou and should have completed their mission, but at the last moment, Gu Changzhi's Apostle appeared." Shénzuò, the God of Wine, said softly, "If Gu Changzhi is dead... how can he choose an apostle?"

The fire seed was, after all, a lifeless object without consciousness. When the Shénzuò who controlled the fire seed died, the divine power would naturally dissipate.

And the Apostle who walked the world with a wisp of divine power would naturally be stripped of all his power.

If Gu Changzhi died.

Gu Sheng His Apostle should never have appeared in this world.

"Sorry..."

"I cannot answer this question." The old man stared at Song Ci in the picture for a long time. Most of his facial features were obscured by mist, making it impossible to see his true expression. Only his eyebrows and beard hanging to the ground, and his withered hair, were blown by the wind.

He seemed to see something from the light on Song Ci's body.

"If you really want to know the answer... why not go and see for yourself?"

The old man said softly, "You possess the most powerful spirit in this world. If Gu Changzhi really chose an apostle, then his spirit is naturally entrusted in that token. As long as you are willing to look, then... you can see it."

After a pause.

He smiled in a hoarse voice, "Just like... seeing me now."

Shénzuò, the God of Wine, fell silent... In fact, the problem that has troubled the Federal Council for so many years is not complicated. Just take a look, and then you will know whether Gu Changzhi is dead or alive.

But no one dared to "look."

The expression of Shénzuò, the God of Wine, was uncertain... He was hesitating.

"Sometimes, the truth that one believes in one's heart is more important than the real truth. If you don't want to look, then you might as well believe that he is still alive. Why bother about my divination?"

The old man spoke.

"The more transcendent people are, the more they are bound by layers of shackles... This is why I dare not 'look'." Shénzuò, the God of Wine, murmured to himself, revealing his inner thoughts, "I have paid the price for my 'polyopia'."

"..."

The old man smiled dumbly and shook his head. He couldn't understand the fear of Shénzuò, the God of Wine.

Even if the divination technique was 100% successful... it did not mean that he knew everything. Some people and some things could not be divined, such as the young man in front of him.

The divination technique completely lost its effect on Shénzuò.

An existence that cannot be divined naturally cannot show the so-called "divination result."

Even someone as powerful as Shénzuò, the God of Wine, had things he feared? He saw something he shouldn't have seen... Was it about Gu Changzhi?

"...Thank you."

The divination result was confirmed, but the face of Shénzuò, the God of Wine, did not improve.

For him, this divination could not change anything... He still had to make a choice.

Shénzuò, the God of Wine, got up and left the lake.

"Pa da--"

The second drop of water fell.

This drop of water penetrated the lake mirror above, fell from the infinitely high spire, and hit the Prophet's face. The young man in the moon-white robe who stood up disappeared into this world along with the falling water drop.

This was a pure, mentally constructed world.

And this meeting... was just a "meeting" on the spiritual level.

The Prophet lowered his head, staring at the water droplets that disappeared into the lake, maintaining this posture, and the whole person fell into silence like a stone sculpture... He returned to the lonely state again, and this world was terrifyingly quiet. xxs one

The only sound.

Was the constant, continuous sound of dripping water.

This was the only measure in this boundless tower.

The length of the conversation with Shénzuò, the God of Wine... exactly used the falling time of a drop of water.

And this time, in the real world.

It was only a second.