The centaur was probably the unluckiest one.
As a psychic, his perception was finer and more sensitive than the other two. There were some information that he couldn't block even if he wanted to. In a trance, he was guided by the power of Fusang Divine Tree. He penetrated the water body, the rock layer, the mud, and the magma chamber. After repeated interference collisions, he even vaguely encountered some strange structures.
The centaur could feel that the True God was gradually paying more attention to these strange structures. He kept scanning and analyzing them, but these structures themselves had been integrated into the material structure of the water body and rock layer. There was even a part that seemed to be closer to the changing space-time itself. The centaur was far from being able to experience the specific space-time structure. It was only under the influence of the Fusang Divine Tree system that he came into contact with some content beyond the scope.
This was barely a good thing. It broadened his horizons and deepened his level. It was also beneficial for his future training. The premise was that he could struggle to survive today's terrible situation.
The centaur's pessimistic expectations came from the True God's poor progress and his increasingly restless emotions.
From his point of view, the True God's searching and scanning work seemed a little crude. At least, compared to the delicate structure that was engraved on the mud, rocks, water, and even the changes of time and space, it was too crude.
The physical accuracy of these structures was actually very average. Perhaps they were scratches on the rocks or obvious deep trenches in the mud layer. Many of them were visible to the naked eye. But once it involved the whole, the connection between them became unconstrained and unpredictable.
The basic strokes of the meaningful structure might have brushed past the rock, and the next stroke might have connected to the bottom of the silt layer, and the next stroke might have even been a strand of rippling water … It might have seemed like a random drawing and was filled with absurd coincidences, but they were meaningful on a deeper and broader level. At least from the results of the current detection, they were meaningful.
The problem was that the True God always "brushed past" these meaningful structures. He could sense it, but it was often only after he destroyed the carrier of the structure and sensed the special 'resistance' that he suddenly realized it. When he wanted to go back to study, it was already a mess and beyond recognition. It was easier said than done to restore it.
Over and over again, not to mention the True God himself, even the centaur from the perspective of half a passerby would explode after following a few times.
By the time the Saltwater Lake was destroyed seven to eight times by the True God's powerful power, all traces were completely annihilated. Unless a True God had the ability to turn back time, the only way to find the ultimate mystery was in a dream.
It was not easy to admit this fact.
At the very least, that was the case for a True God. From the vibrations transmitted by the Fusang Divine Tree's system, that person's emotions had probably exploded for the second time. It carried an intense unwillingness and wanted to make a final struggle. Therefore, he expanded the range of his senses and the coverage area of the Fusang Divine Tree's power system. With the saltwater lake as the center, his search radius expanded to ten kilometers, thirty kilometers, fifty kilometers …
As the fulcrum of the system, Minotaur and the other two became the relay station for the transmission of spirit waves. A vast power that didn't belong to them rushed through their body and soul structures. The heat was so strong that it could almost melt their cultivation bases.
Minotaur was really afraid. Although he was also considered a believer under the Amaterasu Church's wings, his faith was inferior to that of an old fox like Jingxin, much less Fat Dragon. It was completely a combination of benefits.
The Amaterasu Church didn't care about this. It wasn't that they were tolerant and magnanimous, but that once the True God, who was used to raging impulsively, started killing, shallow believers like Minotaur might be eliminated like ants. In the past, Minotaur only treated such rumors as a joke, but now, he felt that this danger was approaching.
Minotaur turned his gaze with great difficulty and swept it across Jingxin. That guy didn't care about the mud beneath him at all. He was already lying on the ground and didn't move at all to show his reverence and the fear of facing the terrible unknown.
What the f * ck!
Who the hell is this? Since they have such divine powers that can turn invisible, they still use such means to tease us? Or could it be some great enemy of the Church who had deliberately lured a True God over to make things difficult for him?
No matter how he thought about it, there was always a link in the chain of logic that couldn't be connected. It felt terrible …
Eh? I can actually use my brain to think about something else?
Minotaur sensitively sensed that the pressure of power projected by the Fusang Divine Tree system had decreased. Is it because the True God's impulsive emotions have begun to fade?
At this moment, a rumbling sound came from a certain direction. At first, it sounded like thunder, but Minotaur quickly distinguished that it was a low-flying jet.
He subconsciously looked up and quickly captured a tiny silhouette passing under the clouds. It's a plane. It should be a medium-sized transport … Eh, why does it look familiar? Why does this look like the one I forcibly hijacked when I flew from Hucheng?
After six hours, the transport plane swaggered back and began to hover over the saltwater lake.
Does the pilot of the transport plane have any unusual expectations for Fiery Bird?
When the centaur had similar malicious thoughts in his mind, thanks to the Fusang Divine Tree system, his sharp senses accurately captured that the cabin door of the cargo plane in the sky opened, and a figure jumped out of it.
Just like what Minotaur did six hours ago, but this time there was no help from the Sharp-Beaked Pterodactyl. The figure didn't wear an umbrella, personal aircraft, or other auxiliary equipment. He just jumped down with his bare hands and fell like a stone.
Is he going to dump the body?
Before he finished his thoughts, the falling figure had already fallen more than half of the height. He had already reached the airspace only a few hundred meters from the surface of the saltwater lake. Without any reason, the falling momentum suddenly slowed down. The change was so drastic that the minotaur on the ground was shocked.
The fatal acceleration of gravity was almost completely applied to the person, causing his limbs to be greatly distorted and squirmed …
Squirmed?
The vision of a B-level ability user could already distinguish the figure and facial contours of a person.
In the eyes of Minotaur, the guy was wearing an anti-tank suit, and the face was vaguely familiar. Yes, it was the co-pilot that Minotaur had seen on the transport plane. But this face only stayed in Minotaur's eyes for a second or two. The facial features formed by the high-speed squirming facial muscles and partial bone deformation had turned into a person he was more familiar with,
Luo Yuan.
"Boom!"
After a miraculous mid-air buffer, the silhouette resumed its free fall. In the blink of an eye, it smashed heavily onto the surface of the lake near the shore. Splashes of water and mud splattered everywhere, comparable to exploding shrapnel.
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