The Sky City, the Prophet's Tower.
Even within the Silver Alliance, the Prophet's Tower was an unusually mysterious and taboo place.
It was hardly known to outsiders, and there was only one special profession that could go in and out of it — the Scroll Scholars, who wore silver robes and held a thick book in their arms.
The Prophet's Tower was an important place for the Scroll Scholars to observe the general trend of the world and record the secrets of the world.
At this moment, on a small stone platform on the outskirts of the seventh floor of the Prophet's Tower, a strange old man wearing a plain white robe with an old and weak face and a pair of tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose was leaning against the railing and silently examining the Sky City that was illuminated by the warm sun.
After a long time, he retracted his gaze and turned to return to the inside of the tower.
This was a magical secret room filled with a strong aura of knowledge. There were not many furnishings in the room, and it was filled with all kinds of strange books. All the books were stacked together against the wall, reaching the ceiling that was more than ten meters high. They were scattered and crooked, and it was only because of the heavy weight of the books above that they did not collapse.
Standing in the room and looking around, there were almost no other items other than books. There was a small desk that was more than half a meter high in the middle of the room, and there were also countless scrolls, books, and notes that were either open, half-closed, or stacked together.
There were also piles of books scattered on the path from where the old man stood to the small desk. Anyone who wanted to walk here would probably have to be careful, or else a careless mistake would cause a terrible "collapse."
With the old man's weak physique, it was obvious that he could not withstand such a disaster.
Moreover, there was no lack of magic books that were flashing with the fluorescence of witchcraft among these scrolls. Once the protective spell formation on them was triggered, it would definitely create a terrible catastrophe here.
However, at this moment, a delicate-looking young fellow was sitting cross-legged in front of a desk. He held a strange quill in his hand and was scribbling something on a sheepskin scroll.
Seeing that the old man had returned from a stroll, the little fellow raised his head, and a pair of big bright eyes glinted with curiosity.
"Teacher, did you see something again?"
It was no wonder that the little fellow asked. According to the old man's past, it was his fixed habit to go to the rooftop in the afternoon to look at the scenery around the Sky City. This time was usually not less than half an hour, and it was also the only 'leisure activity' he had.
For the rest of the time, he lived in this sea of books, constantly writing and recording the major events that happened all over the world.
Yes, this was one of the unique abilities of the Scroll Scholar.
They were the witnesses of history. They were the recorders of history. Their naked eyes could see the mysterious events that happened somewhere in the plane from tens of millions of miles away. No matter how big or small these events were, without exception, they could deeply influence the future development of the entire world …
Being a Scroll Scholar did not require advanced sorcery abilities. All they needed was a devout and convincing belief in fate. If the Sorcerer World was the Sorcerer World, then they were the Sorcerer World's Divine Spell Masters. However, they didn't believe in a single champion, but the River of Destiny that was hidden behind the scenes like a super complicated and incomparably precise machine that controlled everything.
They were the servants and devout believers of the power of Destiny.
They never interfered with the operation of fate, but as humble servants, they used their own eyes and their own pens to observe and record all the major and minor events that affected the development of the entire Sorcerer World.
The places where they appeared often indicated that a major event that would deeply change the future direction of the world was about to take place there.
They would use their paper and notes to record every historical moment of a genius Sorcerer from birth to maturity, and then to the peak of glory, and then file them in detail and store them in the secret room of the Prophet's Tower.
These documents, these secret scrolls, apart from the Scroll Scholars, even the chairman and deputy chairman of the Silver Alliance had no right to access them.
The entire Prophet's Tower was like a strange organization that was isolated from the world. It did not rely on anyone, did not harm anyone, and silently observed and supervised all the important events that happened in the plane from a height that ordinary people could not understand.
And what gave them this power was the Omniscient Eye placed at the top of the Prophet's Tower.
Any Scroll Scholar would be enhanced by the Omniscient Eye as long as they were in the Prophet's Tower. Except for a few areas that were affected by strange forces, the rest of the Sorcerer World was like a scroll in their eyes, which could be unfolded at any time, and they could cast their eyes on it at any time.
In the eyes of the Scroll Scholars, there were no secrets in the world!
However, at this moment, the old man, who looked unprepossessing but had a firm grasp of the entire Prophet's Tower and nearly a hundred Scroll Scholars in it, seemed quite excited. As soon as he entered the room, he began to wave his arms.
"Fate is turning … Fate is turning … The river of fate has once again sent me a warning. A change and turmoil that will deeply change the future of the Sorcerer World is appearing in the middle of the continent … Quick … Quick … Immediately inform Indal, I demand that all of his Eagle Group must be dispatched, and everything that happens there must be recorded for me …"
It was the first time that the young Scroll Scholar saw his teacher so excited, to the point of reaching a nervous level. He hurriedly brushed away the scroll that was being copied in front of him, took out a strange crystal from the depths of a pile of books beside him, placed it on the desk, and began to slowly rub and whisper.
After a moment, light and shadow swayed in mid-air in the study room, and the shadow of a middle-aged man with a calm and determined face emerged. On the robe on his chest was a badge engraved with a scroll and a quill, and in the middle of his forehead was a magic pattern of a strange eyeball.
That was the mark of the All-Seeing Eye!
"Pagoda Lord, why did you summon me so urgently? Has something happened?" The newcomer bowed to the old man with a confused expression.
"Indal, dispatch all of your Eagle Group to the middle of the continent immediately. There, in a place called Ironforest City, something big is happening. I want you to observe closely and record everything that happens there. "
"All of the Eagle Group?" The middle-aged man raised his head in surprise, but he immediately nodded and said, "Understood, Sir. I'll give the order immediately. I'll head there personally and preside over everything. I won't let you down … "
"It's good that you understand. Remember, the main thread of fate is always hidden in all sorts of strange events. Your mission is to uncover the true main thread of fate, and carefully observe and record how fate affects the future through people and events one by one. In particular, you must find the 'individual' that is driving the main thread of fate. He is the core that we should observe and understand the most! "
"Yes!"
As Indal bowed in response, the image of his upper body slowly disappeared.
A few minutes later, strange fellows wearing silver robes and holding sheepskin scrolls and quills suddenly walked out of the secret rooms in the Prophet's Tower. They came to the stone windows of the tower and turned into tall and majestic eagles, shrieking as they soared into the sky.
The eleven eagles circled three times above the Prophet's Tower, and under the leadership of their leader, they turned their wings and flew towards the middle of the continent without hesitation.
The young apprentice lying on the platform's railing could not help but withdraw his envious gaze and look at his teacher.
"Teacher, I …"
"Don't even think about it! You're still young and inexperienced, so you don't know how sinister the people outside can be. You'll be at a great disadvantage if you travel like this. "
"If I travel with Uncle Indal, that should be fine, right?"
"Hmph, they have a mission, so they can't split their attention to take care of you. Besides, how many archives of the continent have you read? "
Upon hearing the old man mention this, the young apprentice immediately felt a headache.
"Teacher, the archives of the history of the continent alone fill up three hundred secret rooms, I … I … I only reached year 31428 of the Sorcerer Calendar …"
"That means you only understand the history of the continent for more than 1,500 years, there are still more than 30,000 years waiting for you to read! Before you finish reading the entire continent's history and become a true Scroll Scholar, I won't let you travel … "
After hearing the old man's answer, the young apprentice's facial muscles could not help but twitch violently. He spent a whole two years studying the ancient scrolls day and night, and only then did he grasp the development and changes of the continent in the past thousand years.
But to extend the historical process to 30,000 years ago, including the development of the three major Sorcerer organisations, the terrifying amount of reading was enough to make one despair.
"Thornk, this is the basic skill of a Scroll Scholar. If you don't grind away the anxiety and laziness of human nature in the vast sea of scrolls, you won't be able to hold that quill steadily. Every scholar who walks out of the Prophet's Tower represents the omniscient eye, and is a trustworthy partner. But you … You're still far from that! "
"Then … Teacher, if there are apprentices who can't handle this complicated and boring life and want to give up halfway, what will happen to them?" Thornk's eyes flickered.
"Haha … What kind of place is the Prophet's Tower? No one can take away the secrets of the world from here. If you can't become a Scroll Scholar, the moment you give up, everything in your mind will disappear. "
Saying this, the old man leaned on his staff and gazed into the distance outside the window. He said leisurely, "No one can take away the secrets here! They are fated to belong here … "
The young Thornk wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, calmed his mind, and bowed to the old man. He then returned to the wooden table and immersed himself in reading and recording.
At the top of the tower, a strange eye flickering with golden luster was tirelessly gazing into the distance.
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