Following Cisia's appearance, the dark mist around them began to recede as well. However, with West Asia as the center, the fog retreated about twenty meters, and the area beyond that was still dark.
However, he raised an eyebrow when he saw the space that was being pushed back.
He originally thought that this pitch-black fog was a barren land, but he didn't expect that the construction here was quite exquisite.
The floor was made of smooth marble, which was surrounded by several simple but elegant stone pillars carved with dark patterns. Above them, there were palace-level decorations and colorful windows.
The center of the spire was covered by the mist, but Angor could already guess what was going on.
"Previously, I thought that this space was an empty consciousness space. But I didn't expect to be able to summon this Primordial Flame. This is something that the space of consciousness can't do, so is this a real space? " Angor looked around. "It's as delicate as a palace, but there's another world under the surface. You can't hide the smell of alchemy even if you want to."
"Am I in your body?" Angor glanced at Sisya. "Am I in your body?"
"Rather than 'body', I'd rather hear the full name — Cisia's Chest," Cisia replied.
"Wai entered your — uh, Cisia's Chest before. From what he could sense, a long time had passed, but we didn't see Wa Yi leave. Furthermore, we reacted very quickly. But why? Is it the Chest's ability? Something to do with time? "Angor asked.
Angor asked. If it was related to time, it would be a pleasant surprise. Angor had always wanted to study alchemy items related to time, but he had never seen anything like it.
But he did see a Mystery item related to time in Cuolo's illustrated handbook: Time Postcard. It could be used to send a postcard to someone at a certain time in the future. The postcard could also be attached with an ability that could be used by the recipient for a short period of time.
Unfortunately, the item already belonged to someone. It was currently kept by the Order Faction. As for Mystery items related to time, the Order Faction wouldn't use them even if they didn't have a high Hickory Coefficient, let alone lend them to someone else for research.
Seeing Angor's curious look, Celia humphed and walked past him without answering right away. Then, four to five meters away, a tall throne made of Dark Mist Glass and Dark Ice Crystals was erected.
Sisya stepped onto the fifth step. She swayed her dress and sat down on the throne.
When Sisya sat down and looked down at Angor from above, she slowly spoke. "Time manipulation? Looks like you don't know enough about divination abilities. Asking such a question only shows your ignorance. "
Not the power of time? Was it a prophecy ability? He didn't know what kind of divination ability it was, but he didn't think Sisya would lie about it.
Since it had nothing to do with time, Angor's curiosity was mostly gone.
"I admit my ignorance." "I'm not even 20 yet," he said with a chuckle. "I'm not even 20 yet."
Sisya was planning to use the throne to suppress Angor's arrogance. However, Angor didn't seem to notice it at all. His "I'm not even 20 years old" instantly broke Sisya's defense. She didn't even want to remember how long she had lived.
At 20 years old, Sisya was still a "child" living in an ivory tower under the protection of her parents.
But Angor, who wasn't even 20 years old yet, was as cunning as a fox. He didn't show any fear when talking to Sisya, not to mention that he had the most important item for the Baiyuan Clan — the Origin Fire.
In comparison, Sisya probably didn't live as well as Angor in the first half of her life.
Now that she thought about it, Sisya felt like she was mocking herself by mocking Angor's ignorance.
Ciesia took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. At least, she couldn't let this "kid" look down on her.
She put on a cold expression and remained silent for several seconds. Finally, she calmed down a little.
"Time didn't change. I only found a part of your thoughts. Time didn't change, and neither did you. The only thing that changed was your thoughts and feelings. "
Sisya didn't care if Angor understood her or not. She quickly changed the topic to the Origin Fire.
"Since you brought the Origin Fire and know about the ancestral altar, I assume you came prepared?" Sisya lifted her chin. "Tell me, what do you want? What do you want? Or what do you want to know? "
Sisya sounded confident. She was sure that Angor was here for her.
Otherwise, why would he ask if she was a Baiyuan Clan member? Why would he bring up the already-extinguished ancestral altar? He even brought up the Origin Fire.
But even if she was "sure" that Angor was here for her and might ask for more, Sisya had to accept it. The "Origin Fire" wasn't fake. It was real. To Baiyuan Clan members, the Origin Fire represented hope.
However, Sisya didn't want to be taken advantage of. So, she decided to "disperse the mist, reveal the throne, and look down on all living beings".
This wasn't a monkey show. It was a "ritual" that was clearly useful. However, Angor hadn't mentioned his "price" yet, so Sisya didn't let the ritual end.
She would only reveal the true meaning of the ritual if Angor did so.
The throne of a god overlooking all living beings. All undercurrents would be led to the truth, and all shadows would be revealed. The Fool would be rewarded, while the schemes of the greedy would become useless.
…
Angor looked at Sisya, who was holding her chin high, with a strange expression.
She seemed to have misunderstood his intention.
He wasn't here to sell his Essence Flames. His purple and white Essence Flames were damaged, and he wanted to sell them as well. But just in case, he decided to wait until Dodoro ignited the altar first.
But now, it seemed that Sisya already considered selling the Origin Fire as a business transaction.
Did he come prepared? Did he come all the way here with the Origin Fire?
"Don't you think you're overconfident?" Angor tilted his head and gave Sisya a puzzled look.
"What do you mean?" Sisya frowned.
Angor rubbed his chin. "You just said I'm ignorant. I'll admit it. But did you forget? "
"How could someone as ignorant as me know that there was a puppet in a place called 'Ticket Booth' in a ruin of no value? Moreover, in the seemingly ordinary box in the puppet's hand, there was a ticket seller whose face had never been revealed before? And this ticket seller used to be a Baiyuan? "
"Oh, right. I forgot to add a prefix. This Baiyuan man has stayed in a small box in an alternate dimension for over ten thousand years and has never shown his face. "
"Under such circumstances, how do you think I knew of your existence? You think I've lived for ten thousand years, and I saw you in Nether City ten thousand years ago? "
Angor's repeated questions left Cisia a little dumbfounded.
Wait … That's right.
Does he have a point?
Angor continued when Sisya didn't respond. "How about this? Can a Prophecy spell predict your fate?"
Sisya shook her head. "Of course not. The Baiyuan are always hidden by fate. Besides, I don't have a soul anymore."
"If that's not the case, then I didn't use a Prophecy spell to locate you."
"Go on. Then let me ask you again. Did anyone else enter or leave your box? I mean, a sentient being who can see you, know that you're a Baiyuan, and spread the news to the outside world? Preferably within the last few decades. I'm not even born yet. "
"I'm friends with one of the Lords here. Sometimes, he or she would talk to me about the outside world. But for some reason, he or she wouldn't tell anyone about me. " Sisya was a little confused. She knew what Angor meant. But if Angor really didn't come prepared, how could he appear in front of her in such a "coincidental" way?
"If that's the case, how do you think I knew of your existence and came prepared?" Angor didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'll be honest with you. My friends and I didn't come here for you."
Sisya knew what Angor meant, but she still couldn't help but wonder. As a former Prophet, she knew a lot about Fate's Pull, which was why she knew the probability of a chain of coincidences like this was very low.
She was a Baiyuan Baiyuan. How could she stay in a dark box for ten thousand years just to wait for the Essence Flame to fall from the sky?
If the Great Prophet was still around, she would probably be beaten up by the Great Prophet if she said this.
Still, what Angor said did make sense.
This also made Cissy's expression become complicated.
Cissy hesitated for a long while before asking, "Then … why did you take out the Origin Fire?"
Angor held the white flame in his hand and squeezed it. The flame disappeared and returned to his earlobe.
When he was done, he spread his hands and said, "Nothing. I just want to show you."
"Show it to me?!" Sisya stood up and looked down at Angor with wide eyes. "Are you kidding me?"
Angor felt the murderous aura in the air again. He didn't know what to say.
How did he meet this woman?
Angor rubbed his forehead. He thought the woman who had lived for more than ten thousand years would know what he meant. But now, he realized that age and intelligence were not related at all.
Was it because she had lost her physical body and soul that her thinking had begun to deteriorate?
But Bobota's situation was similar to hers. Bobota was no fool. Bobota's time in Rasudran as an alien did not count.
Angor sighed helplessly. "Think about it. What can you do with the Essence Flame if I give it to you?"
Cisia said, "Me! I … "
Sisya had wanted to fight back passionately, but as soon as she started, she suddenly withered. That's right. She didn't have a body or a soul now. Even if she thought she was a member of the Origin Worshippers, in essence, she was no longer related to them. What could she do with the Primordial Flame Essence?
"Can you sense the altar?"
Ciesia was silent, but the answer was obvious.
"That can't be. Then what do you want the Essence Flame for? To use it as a flickering candle to illuminate your insubstantial palace? "
"But it's useless even if you have the Origin Fire." Cisia's rebuttal was feeble and her voice was getting weaker and weaker.
"Don't you remember what you asked me before? You asked me where I learned about the altar, and I told you that a certain Origin Worshipper told me in person. "
Angor emphasized the word "in person" again.
Cisia sat back down on her throne in a daze, but she had completely lost her momentum.
She now understood what Angor meant. The Essence Flame Essence was useless to her. She couldn't even sense the altar, let alone revive the Origin Worshippers.
But if he gave it to another Origin Worshipper who was still alive in the outside world, a single spark would eventually lead to a great fire.
Thinking of this, Sisya said in a low voice: "You mean, you plan to give the Primordial Fire Origin to other Origin Worshippers."
Angor nodded noncommittally.
He gave Cisia the answer she was looking for, but she still had one question. "Are there really Origin Worshippers out there?"
That entity told her that the last Origin Worshipper was already dead.
It wouldn't lie to her because of its oath.
So was the Origin Worshipper Angor mentioned real or fake?
"Do you want to see him?" Angor didn't answer Cisia's question right away.
"He's here too?" Cisia's eyes lit up.
"No, I didn't. Like I said, I didn't come here prepared. You're not my target. "
Angor paused. "But I might have a way to let you see him and talk to him face to face."
"I see …" Cisia was a little disappointed. She wished she could see the Origin Worshipper with her own eyes.
"Are you sure he's a Origin Worshipper?"
"You can decide for yourself when you see him."
Cisia considered and agreed. As long as she could see the Origin Worshipper, even if it was just an illusion, she would be able to tell if the Origin Worshipper was one of them.
"I'll see him. When can I see him?"
"Anytime." But before that, I need some time to prepare. "
Cisia nodded. She didn't ask what Angor needed to prepare. She assumed the Origin Worshipper was some kind of item.
"What do I need to pay?" Cisia considered.
…
Angor looked calm on the surface when he heard Cisia's words. Inside, he breathed a long sigh of relief.
He had done so much, first suppressing his desire to rise, and then using the Origin Flame to lure him. Wasn't it all for this sentence?
Luckily, Sisya still understood the rule of "pay for what you get". Otherwise, Angor would have to ask for the reward himself, which would not be a good thing.
Angor looked up and lowered his eyebrows. "I hope you can answer some of my questions."
Actually, Cisia felt a little relieved after hearing Angor's request. She would only worry if Angor didn't ask for anything.
"You want to know the secret of Nether City?" Cisia leaned against her throne lazily.
"I don't mind if you're willing to tell me. But I'm more interested in something else. "
"Ask away. But I can tell you that there are some things I can't tell you in detail. In fact, I can't even tell you. I signed a vow with a certain Sovereign, which can help me to a certain extent. For example, it can bring me news from the outside world. What I need to do is to follow certain rules. If what you want to know happens to be within those rules, I can't tell you directly. "
When Ciesia said the last sentence, she raised her eyebrows meaningfully.
She couldn't tell him directly, but she could give him a hint?
Angor didn't know if he understood correctly, but he didn't care about what he shouldn't know. What he cared about was Cissy's attitude. Judging from Cissy's attitude towards him, she wouldn't screw up again.
"My first question is, is the Ruler you've been talking about a Three-Eyed Blue Devil?"
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