The gate of the Palace of Destiny opened, and there was nothing inside.
In the deep void, there are several streamers of light passing by from time to time, reflecting several shiny silver metal components.
As Prattik and Habs walked in, the streamers in the void increased significantly, slowly presenting the interior of the entire palace.
In the void, there is a strange machine floating, with countless arc-shaped rail arms slowly rotating around a certain point in the void along its invisible trajectory. The trajectory and speed of each rail arm are different, and some of them cross each other, but countless complex trajectories overlap one place, but they will never collide.
These rituals do not know what drives them, and they do not know how they change. They seem simple, but they are extremely mysterious. Even if they are as strong as Habs, if you stare at them for a long time, you will feel dizzy.
Prattik sighed: "I have to say that the power of nature is very magical. I never thought that there would be such an existence as the ritual of fate. It can maintain its own operation only by relying on the various mysterious forces that exist in the void itself, and Reveal for us the trajectory of destiny at the bottom of the world."
Habs endured the discomfort, carefully watched the ritual of fate, and faintly realized, "Your Majesty has avoided the steam power and the original force array for many years, in order to better grasp the power in the depths of the void?"
"Exactly." Praetik nodded.
Habs thought about it, and said, "Could it be that Your Majesty wants to go one step further?"
Prattik smiled wryly, and said: "Not only Your Majesty, who doesn't want to go further. Aren't you and I the same? It's a pity that our bloodlines endow us with great strength, and at the same time put us in shackles. From the moment we were born Since then, our sky has been fixed. Just want to find a power that can replace the blood, how easy is it? For thousands of years, the only one who has succeeded is the one who fell in the New World War?"
Habs was silent for a moment, obviously not wanting to continue this topic, but said: "Perhaps in the new world, it is easier to find alternative power?"
This is actually the consensus of the top powerhouses in Yongye, but unexpectedly, Praetik said: "Actually, the new world does not necessarily have the power we need, and it is not necessarily true that Yongye does not have such power. We may have fallen into a misunderstanding in the past ten thousand years. When I introduce a little guy to you, you will know."
Prattik raised his voice and shouted into the void: "Anwen!"
A door opened in the corner of the void, and Anwen walked out from it. Through the half-open door, you can see that there is also a wonderful space inside, with a floor, but no walls and ceiling. In addition to tables and chairs, there are countless complicated and strange mechanical parts in the room. Looking around, there are at least thousands of gears twisted together, and the movements between them are so complicated that even thinking about it will give you a headache.
Not only Habs stared at the machines in the room, but even Prattik looked curious, while Anwen scratched his somewhat messy hair, and said helplessly: "That's right, the amount of calculations has been a bit heavy recently, my Both the magic energy and the secret method are not enough, so I have no choice but to find a way to create something to assist my calculation."
Habs nodded, looking blankly at the extremely complicated machines in Anwen's room. With the ability of the crown of fire, even a small part of it can't see the law of operation, let alone what the calculation in Anwen's mouth means. Doesn't the Yong Ye powerhouse rely on comprehending the power of the bloodline to elevate the realm? As for the word comprehension, I still learned it from the human race.
The reason why sentiment is called sentiment is because there is something to feel, but there is no way to say it. Otherwise, why would the human race place epiphany in such a high position and highly praise it.
When it comes to Anwen, it seems that the operation of the force can not only be said, but also be quantified and calculated
Fortunately, Hubbs glanced at Prattik secretly, seeing that he also looked confused, and he was relieved immediately. It seems that it's not that the blood race is extraordinarily stupid, but that Anwen is too weird. Didn't you see that even the big prophets of the generation of demons couldn't figure out what Anwen was doing
Seeing the expressions of Prattik and Habs, Anwen scratched his hair again and decided to explain what he was doing. After all, being able to work in the Palace of Destiny and having constant access to the rituals of fate is the only chance. And this all depends on Prattik, and Anwen's expenses in the Hall of Destiny are really not small, and Prattik needs to nod.
Even the so-called young master of demon origin, a genius who opened up a unique path with his own strength, also knows the truth of being responsible to the financial master.
"It's actually like this. I haven't reached the stage of exploring unknown power yet... Wait, listen to my explanation!" Anwen immediately saw the murderous look in Praetik's eyes.
Prattik said: "Okay, I'll just listen to your explanation. His Majesty Habs is also here, so let's listen together. You spent the maintenance fee of the entire Palace of Destiny for the past three years in one month. But the main process has not yet started, we are all curious about what you did."
Habs couldn't help interjecting, "How much is the annual maintenance cost of the Palace of Destiny?"
"About three lava castles can be built."
Hubb stopped talking for a moment, but stared at Anwen. He also wanted to know how Anwen was able to squander the castle he had spent hundreds of years repairing and perfecting in three days.
Under the gaze of the two top powerhouses, Anwen also felt the invisible pressure. He collected himself, and said helplessly, "I can explain, but you have to be patient. Because what I'm going to say next may... not be easy to understand."
Habs is fine, after all, he has the bearing of a crowned prince. Prattik is famously narrow-minded, and Anwen's words are equivalent to questioning his supreme wisdom, his face turned green immediately, and a trace of anger flashed in a pair of beautiful eyes.
Anwen immediately realized that he had said something wrong, and it was too late to make amends, so he had to organize his thoughts quickly. However, it is not so easy to draw conclusions that they can understand from the extremely abstract graphics and numbers in their heads.
"In our world, there are many kinds of force. Or to be more precise, there are many forms of dark force, and we only have a handful of them. The so-called power of blood actually corresponds to a certain kind of force. A specific form of the Force."
This is common sense that all the top powerhouses of Evernight know, and this is the first lesson for the younger generation to get started.
However, An Wen changed his mind, "However, we still don't know more manifestations of the original force. Maybe, no, not maybe, the original force we have mastered is only a very small part of all the forms of the original force. There are countless new manifestations that we need to explore. Even in the void, some manifestations of the Force are there, but we know nothing about them.”
After introducing the concept of form of expression, Anwen saw that Prittyk and Hubbs didn't feel much discomfort for the time being, so he continued: "We can divide the force into two parts, the essence and the form of expression. , the dark force can also be regarded as a form of expression. It must have a lower essence."
Then Anwen committed his old habit again, and made countless numerical formulas and models at random. Prattik had to interrupt him, "You haven't said what you're doing now."
"It's like this, if we want to break the shackles imposed on the blood, we need to find new powers, or to be precise, what we need to find are more manifestations of the original force. Only in this way can it be possible to find new powers. The path that is suitable for us, especially the path that suits us. Like the Black Winged King, no, the path of Anduya, the Lord of Eternal Night, is not suitable for us." An Wen said.
Praetik and Hubbs both nodded and listened carefully. They originally thought that there was no possibility of progress in the world of Eternal Night, but Anwen slowly ignited hope for them. It turns out that the original force is not only divided into eternal night and dawn, it turns out that the original force can exist in countless ways.
"In short, we need to find more manifestations, or modes of existence. However, most of the force exists in areas beyond our perception, and even some manifestations are simply impossible for us to pass through the normal way. Perceived, their existence is only our theoretical speculation. It becomes very difficult to verify whether they really exist. However, this is necessary and even unavoidable. Only the Force With a deep understanding of all manifestations, we can truly understand the world we live in, and then understand our blood, and find a way to break through.”
Habs and Prattyk became more and more excited, and Prattik, the master of prophecy, even trembled a little, and asked hopefully: "Could it be that the work you have been doing is... "
"Yes, those are the tools designed to find these manifestations of the Force, and they are almost finished!" Anwen said loudly.
Prattik looked blank for a moment. He looked at Habs. The fire crown of the crowned prince was obviously in a state of being extinguished in an instant.
"Wait..." Prattik tried to calm himself down. No matter how calm he was, even if he wanted to explode, he would have to wait until the question was clear, and it would not be too late to kill Anwen.
"You just said that the search for manifestations of the dark force has not yet begun, but only the tools to find them have been built?"
"Before going into the mountains to chop wood, shouldn't you sharpen your ax first?" Anwen said very philosophically.
The Great Prophet felt that fate had played a joke on himself, and for a moment his anger could not be restrained, and he roared: "You spent a quarter of the military expenditure in the Black Sun Valley, enough to build nine lava castles, and let the people The operation of the ritual of fate was postponed for half a month, and these...tools were created?!"
"It's not finished yet." Anwen said frankly.
"It's not finished yet?!" The always gentle Great Prophet yelled the loudest in his life, and even the void seemed to be tearing apart.
Anwen was very calm, and spread his hands: "Now that the money is spent, can you still not let me finish it?"
Prattik's face darkened instantly. At this point, no matter what, he had to grit his teeth and let Anwen finish building that damn calculation tool.
But he is a great prophet after all, so he saw Anwen's weakness in a blink of an eye, and said darkly: "Okay, I will continue to pay. However, if you succeed in finding the expression of the said force, that's fine. If you don't turn up… "
"How?" Anwen suddenly felt uneasy.
"The money will be charged to your account."