Inside the secret chamber.
A strange humanoid figure suddenly rose from the empty floor.
As the yellow mist that covered the figure dissipated, a strange fellow who was even older than Domhnar appeared. His face was so wrinkled that it was almost impossible to see his original appearance.
His body was hunched, and he was leaning on a yellow staff that was a head taller than him. His hair was unkempt, and his eyes were completely white, with no pupils at all. He was wearing an old robe that had not been washed for many years. The wrinkles, stains, and grease had covered the robe's original color, making it impossible to tell the material of the robe at a glance.
At first glance, he looked like a pitiful wandering Sorcerer who couldn't be any more down and out. There was no way he could step foot into the elegant hall, let alone appear in the Overlook Tower, which represented the highest achievement of the Sorcerer Association.
Unfortunately, not only did he appear here, but he also accepted Domhnar's greeting without batting an eyelid.
"Mastan, you're already the highest-ranked prophet in our association. Why, even you can't see Grim's future? "
"Domhnar, I've already said that someone has taken the initiative to cover this young man's future …"
"Doesn't that mean you can't see it?" Domhnar could not help but frown. "Mastan, the association has not mistreated you all these years. The annual budget allocated to prophets like you is the highest among all the branches. We've even given you the top floor of the Overlook Tower. Are you going to dismiss me with just that? "
"I can feel that there's a powerful force of destiny rising in the north. She has been paying attention to this young Fire Sorcerer. If we prophets intervene, I'm afraid … we'll provoke an invisible war of destiny! "
"War?" Domhnar laughed coldly. "Since when did we Sorcerers start to fear war? Didn't we raise you for so long in the hope that you'll come in handy at critical times? Why, are you going to reject my order? "
"Domhnar, we've been very happy for the past hundreds of years. What's wrong with you today? " Mastan raised his head and stared at his' old friend 'with his milky-white, turbid eyes. He hissed, "What does this young man have on him that you're willing to go to war with him?"
"Danger … I sense danger from him!" Domhnall thought hard and said, "It's just that I haven't been able to find the source of the danger. That's why I want to find out the reason with your help!"
"Understood, then I … will try my best! I'll go back now. With the power of the tower, I might be able to see more things … "
As soon as he finished speaking, Mastan tapped his staff on the ground, and his entire body disappeared in a cloud of pale yellow smoke.
When Mastan's aura completely disappeared, Domhnar could not help but mutter to himself, "The central region … That's the most resource-rich and densely populated region in the entire Magus Continent. If the Wizard Association can't get it, we won't allow other forces to interfere, let alone allow it to grow … Hmph, Grim, you better not have the ambition to unify the central continent, or else … "
…
Gazing at the tall tower.
The 777th floor.
Looking down from there, layers of soft, white clouds floated halfway up the tower, blocking most of the visual space. Occasionally, through the gaps between the layers of clouds, one could see the deep and vivid colors of the land.
In the vast Witchcraft Palace, Mastan's hunched and small figure appeared as a cloud of yellow smoke dispersed.
As soon as he appeared, he held onto his wooden staff and walked towards the back of the hall.
The hollow sound of the wooden staff hitting the floor reverberated in the empty Sorcerer Hall for a long time.
As the only Level 4 Prophet in the Association, Mastan had an extremely 'high' status. Although every Level 4 Sorcerer could occupy a floor, he was the only one who could occupy the top floor of the Overlook Tower like Mastan.
This … was an honor, but also a burden!
Whenever the association reached a critical juncture, a chief prophet like him would become the beacon that would clear up the fog and point out the direction for all the wizards.
However, only Mastan, who had learned the Spell of Destiny, knew how much power was needed to help the Sorcerer Association correct the course of such a huge ship and keep it sailing in the sunny sea.
Although the Sorcerer Association had been stable and peaceful for thousands of years under Domhnar's rule, it had also experienced several terrifying disasters that no one knew about. It was because of the Chief Prophet's foresight and the great power of the Sorcerers Association that the Sorcerer Association was able to pull the Sorcerer Association out of one terrifying whirlpool after another.
The position of Chief Prophet was not easy to hold!
At least, before Mastan, according to what he knew, three Chief Prophets had died due to the terrifying backlash of destiny.
The position of Chief Prophet was not fixed.
Whoever could become the only Level 4 Prophet in the Association would be able to sit firmly in this position, give orders, and enjoy the best resources. However, these resources were not easy to enjoy. Most of the time, they would have to pay with their lives!
At any time, there could only be one Level 4 Prophet in the Association. Only when this Prophet died due to the backlash of destiny would the Association pick out the most powerful Level 3 Prophet with the best performance and nurture him into a Level 4 Prophet.
Before the new Prophet died, the other Prophets were only a backup and a form of insurance.
Therefore, there was no kinship between the Prophets in the Association. Instead, it was a blatant competition. Those at the bottom could not wait to climb up, while those at the top would tremble in fear, afraid that one day, they would become the stepping stones for the Association to change their fate.
He might be able to control the fate of thousands of Sorcerers, but he could not control his own fate.
From this aspect, Mastan was actually quite envious of his colleague in the North who could summon the wind and summon the rain!
Perhaps that was what a Messenger of Destiny should be like.
He, on the other hand, was just a pitiful servant crawling in front of destiny!
Mastan was the only one on the 777th floor of the Overlook Tower. This was the rule he had set, and it was also the only pride he had left.
At least before he died, he would not allow anyone to step into his' territory '.
As the chief Prophet of the Association, Mastan naturally had the highest authority in the Overlook Tower. His control over the tower spirit Rafatus was second only to that of Domhnar.
This also allowed him to mobilize the energy reserves of the tower at will, maximizing the amount of Wizard Energy needed to replace the Destiny Energy consumed in the Ritual of Destiny.
Overlook Tower … Overlook Tower …
The reason why the tower had such a name was because it was the tallest Wizard Tower in the entire Sorcerer World. Standing at the top of the tower, as long as one's vision was good enough, one could even see the strange deep blue color at the end of the horizon.
That was the color of the Endless Ocean!
After passing through a series of empty and lonely corridors, Mastan arrived in front of a spiral metal escalator. He climbed up the escalator and finally arrived at the astrological platform.
The layout of the Astrology Platform was very simple. It was a narrow space placed under the dome of the tower.
Above the Astrological Platform was the spire of the Overlooking Tower. A ten-meter-long metal spike stood tall, and it was overflowing with a frightening witchcraft energy. The four walls of the Astrology Platform were hollowed out. The chilly wind blew in from all directions, passing through the patterns on the metal walls and letting out shrill cries that sounded like the cries of ghosts.
In the middle of the narrow space, there was a round stone pillar more than a meter tall. At the top of the stone pillar was a strange crystal the size of a human head.
At this moment, the inside of the crystal was filled with rolling clouds and hazy fog. It was a scene of complete chaos and confusion.
Mastan walked up the escalator and into the narrow space.
As soon as he stepped in, he pulled his wizard robe tight. However, it could not block the chilly wind from entering every corner of his robe, sweeping away the last bit of warmth on his body.
This was the Place of Destiny, and it rejected any other power other than the Destiny Energy.
Therefore, Mastan did not cast any warm or protective spells on himself. The wizard robe he was wearing was made of the most ordinary cloth, without any special effects.
If it was not for his decent Physique as a Tier 4 Sorcerer, he would probably freeze to death in a short period of time.
11 Physique was undoubtedly too low for the other Tier 4 Sorcerers. However, it was enough for Mastan.
Due to their profession, their life force was always in a state of severe depletion. No matter how well they nurtured their bodies and how high their Physique was, after a large-scale Destiny Ceremony, their life force would be almost depleted.
There was a price to pay in order to peek into destiny!
The Prophets of the association did not have a high affinity with destiny like the Witches of Destiny. If they wanted to peek into the direction of destiny, they had to sacrifice their lives. The most severe depletion was the upper limit of their Physique!
The moment Mastan's Physique reached zero would be the moment of his death.
Before that, he still had 11 points of Physique, which was enough for him to do many things.
Mastan walked in front of the stone pillar shakily. He placed his right hand on the crystal and slowly rubbed it.
The huge tower's energy spread along the body of the tower, lighting up all the patterns and runes on the walls of the Astrology Platform. Even the stone pillar was illuminated inch by inch.
Finally, when the Sorcery Energy flowed into the strange crystal, the entire spire of the Overlook Tower became blindingly bright.
The wind had strangely stopped!
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