Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After feeling relieved, Renekton gradually began to find himself again and collect his thoughts.

In his cognition, the information that swarmed into his eyes and was engraved in his mind was now transformed into countless intertwined silver-white thin lines, colliding, entangled, and influencing each other.

They are like traces of the existence of everything, from birth to the present and extending into the future.

It seems that as long as you look at them, you can clearly see their past and future.

All the silver-white thin lines are intertwined and converge into a mighty long river. It transcends time and space and is a long river of destiny.

Is it a manifestation of the long river of destiny? After coming back to his senses, Renekton whispered to himself.

His eyes looked towards the somewhat illusory future, where the thin silver threads were entangled and chaotic, even branching out, as if there were countless possible developments, like a mess.

The general future direction can only be judged through past and present developments.

When your attention is focused on a certain thin line or a certain place, you can rely on your own judgment to sort them out and find the most likely future.

Withdrawing his gaze, Renekton followed his own feelings and looked back. He quickly found the thin white line that extended to his own destiny.

They are one after another, like a fishing net scattered into the water, constantly swaying and entangled under the wash of the water.

Because this was his own destiny, Renekton saw it very clearly. Looking back at his past destiny, he felt a very abrupt and incongruous feeling.

It was as if fate had been cut off and then re-grafted. Just by staring at it, Renekton knew what was going on.

Then he looked towards the future. The dense, semi-illusory silver threads spread out into countless branches, making it impossible to tell which one was the real future.

Renekton's eyes kept looking farther away. The directions of these branches of destiny were very unified. They were moving closer to a fixed future. In places where they couldn't see clearly, they merged with a larger destiny, just like the convergence of streams. Into the sea.

What does it mean? Will the world finally end? Is the original Creator destined to awaken? Or have I lived to the end of the universe?

Renekton muttered to himself in confusion for a moment, and soon he felt that his spirituality was unstable. It seemed that his action of peering into the future had consumed too much spirituality.

Then he restrained his spirituality and gaze, and the silvery white around him quickly faded and disappeared. The desk, walls, wall lamps, and bookshelves all returned to their normal appearance. The scene he just saw was like an illusion he had when he was dazzled.

"I didn't expect that the way the prophet peeks into the future is like this. It feels like a combination of occult divination and big data deduction."

Renekton sat back on the chair and muttered to himself, then closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body.

The Sequence Four prophet only added an extraordinary ability called "Eye of Destiny".

Its effect is just like what Renekton saw just now. He can see the traces of the fate of the surrounding things. Relying on knowledge, connection and understanding, he can deduce the most likely one among countless futures.

In addition, there is a lot of higher-level occult knowledge in the field of destiny in his mind, but these can only be regarded as by-products of the Eye of Destiny's ability.

At the same time, the abilities belonging to the pre-sequence have also been upgraded to the level of sequence four.

Moreover, Renekton felt that he had already digested nearly half of the prophet's potion he had just taken.

He opened his eyes in disbelief and felt it again to confirm that it was not his illusion.

"What did I do? Let the prophet's potion digest so much?"

While mumbling to himself, he came up with an idea.

The next moment, he stretched out his right hand forward, grabbed it in mid-air, and a burning match suddenly appeared in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scene turned into a lane corner of a small town, with heavy snowflakes falling in the sky.

He gently blew out the match in his hand, and everything around him suddenly disappeared, leaving only the extinguished match in his hand and white smoke floating gently.

"Really? The little match girl."

Renekton lowered his eyes and groaned with some unknown meaning.

He roughly understood why the prophet's potion directly digested so much. The fate he had just glimpsed when he was promoted was not due to his promotion to the prophet, but resonated with his own sage characteristics.

It seems that because of his actions just now, that characteristic has further integrated with himself. Now he is not only a prophet, but also a mystic.

Maybe it’s because he used the sage’s characteristics just now with the help of Sasril, but isn’t this a bit too easy? I don't even feel anything, even if it's because I was promoted just now.

Renekton frowned slightly. This unexpected development reminded him of many details that he had subconsciously ignored before:

The fusion of the characteristics of the Secret-Peeping Path has never seemed to have any impact on me other than oppressing human nature. I didn’t even play it out and digest it, but I didn’t feel any burden at all. It was as if I had mastered these from the beginning. , the process of fusing features is just getting them back.

On the contrary, every promotion and digestion of the reader path has a very obvious impact on me.

"Why have I never noticed this before? Is this influence external, or does it come from myself?"

Renekton frowned and whispered to himself.

It feels like I should have become an angel when I landed, but due to unknown reasons, I was sidetracked by the characteristics of the reader path and had to start over. But this doesn't seem to make sense.

The God of Knowledge may know a lot, but He will certainly not tell me. Moreover, His attitude towards me is so good that it is scary.

He may have the idea of ​​indirectly controlling the Wilderness of Knowledge through me. With His wisdom, whether it is steam or hidden sages, it is not impossible to replace them. This should be His last choice. After all, the Wilderness of Knowledge cannot be refreshed and resurrected. Ability, strong jump path, going crazy is the best result.

Phew~ Renekton leaned on the back of the chair and sighed, reaching out and pressing his forehead. There were so many things that I couldn't figure out, and sometimes I even doubted whether I was human.

He had a hunch that as long as he integrated the characteristics of the sage and became an angel, he could solve all the doubts, and there was no risk in doing so. It was something that belonged to him.

But he intuitively felt that now was not the right time. He still needed more accumulation, more experience, and more knowledge.

Suddenly, he turned to look out the window. The prophet's intuition told him that the fate of the entire city of Backlund had undergone some subtle changes, changes that were biased towards the good.

"Destiny. He finally got promoted?"

Whispering softly, Renekton stood up from the armchair and took a step forward. His figure quickly became transparent and disappeared into the room.

On the outskirts of the Western District, there is an ancient underground ruins with a Quaternary style.

William Augustus I, who was wearing a big cloak and had a majestic temperament, looked at a handsome man with black hair and golden eyes, a straight dress, mature and elegant in front of him.

He was the military demigod who rushed to the scene when Kapin was killed last time - Selt.

The gaze from William Augustus I, the founder of Loen, made him tremble even as a demigod. He could clearly feel the sweat on his forehead.

"The conqueror attribute we handed over to the Witch Sect was robbed, and it was two angels from the Church of the Night and the Aurora Society who took action at the same time."

William Augustus I narrowed his eyes slightly and repeated the news that Selt had just reported to him in a very calm tone.

Even though the founder of the country in front of him did not show any majesty, Selt still felt that his soul was trembling because of the other party's anger. He said with sweat on his forehead:

"Yes, that's what the witch who returned to Backlund said. I've made certain confirmations, and she didn't lie."

"We have given them the conqueror characteristics. If they are taken away, it is their own business."

"But since they were snatched away in Loen and on the outskirts of Backlund, we should help them find them. You are responsible for this matter. Don't destroy the cooperation between us and the Witch Sect."

William Augustus I said without any fluctuations in his tone.

"I understand!" Selt saluted solemnly and then retreated.

He understood what the founder meant. The things were taken away after being handed over to the Witch Sect and had nothing to do with them. However, in order to maintain the cooperation between the two parties, they must show a clear attitude.

The Aurora Society actually has an angel hiding in Backlund. If it hadn't been for the purpose of snatching the conqueror characteristics this time, he probably wouldn't have been exposed. Who is the angel who appeared in this incident from the Church of the Night?

The Aurora Society also cooperated with the royal family during this smog incident. We cannot directly investigate them. They are a group of lunatics. Once it is exposed that the royal family was behind the smog incident, several major churches will definitely hear about it. When the news came, we could only conduct some investigations into the Church of the Night, and we had to prevent the Witch Sect from angering the madmen of the Aurora Society.