The moment the legendary advancement was completed, Fao felt a pulling force, and his soul instantly drifted out of his body.He clearly saw the multicolored elements flying like mischievous spirits.He saw the regular threads that filled the plane, layered and dense, deep into every corner, planning everything, stabilizing everything, and also binding everything.Of course, this was only a momentary perception, and in the blink of an eye, he flew into an unknown place.There, the elements are endless.There, the rules are perceived as if they were revealed, and even touched.This is the Origin of the Plane!
The origin of the plane, known as the beginning and end of everything in the plane, is the core and the foundation.Fao reacted in an instant, he was a warrior who had traveled with the origin of the plane when he advanced to the legend.Here, all the rules and elements of the plane can even be perceived explicitly, which is a reward from the pan-consciousness of the plane, and it is also the best opportunity for the fighter to understand the rules and elements and integrate them into the combat skills.Of course, how long you can stay here depends purely on your personal background and the degree of recognition of the plane's pan-consciousness.It was here that Fao felt, the great but motherly warmth of the pan-consciousness.He embraced him and conveyed to him a sense of joy, a sense of joy, like a mother's pride and joy when she sees her child achieve something.It was also during this process that Fao's soul began to transform, constantly stabilizing and solid, and even forming a soul body that was as unique as himself.It has a new name, Holy Spirit.At the same time, within the Plane Origin, the soul imprint belonging to Fao was also constantly stabilized, strengthened, and increased by thousands and hundreds of times.As long as people, or all living beings exist in this plane, they will leave an imprint in the origin of the plane, which is the proof of their existence in this plane, and it is also a sign.With this imprint, they can be recognized by the plane, and alien species such as the Demon Legion, as soon as they appear in the plane, unless they are protected by the will of the abyss, they will be marked as vetoed.In fact, the dimensional pan-consciousness will not directly cause damage, but all kinds of curses and punishments will definitely make it more difficult for outsiders than death.This is actually a self-protection mechanism of the plane.As for the legendary powerhouses, their imprint on the origin of the plane will increase thousands of times, which represents the recognition of the plane and the granting of certain authority.Of course, after that, when Fao stayed in the plane origin for an hourglass, he was wholeheartedly immersed in the perception of the elemental characteristics and the rules of the plane.It should be said that this kind of in-depth understanding is the biggest gain of Fao's trip.Fao's enlightenment was Amon's enlightenment, and once again the secrets of the plane unfolded to him, and he was also happy.Of course, this is not the only thing that makes Fao happy, after he successfully advanced to the legend, in a very short period of time, the demon slayer legion has three more half-step legendary warriors to advance to the legend.There are as many as ten high-level pinnacles who have entered the half-step legend, and hundreds of high-level warriors have entered the peak.After the Great War, the advancement of the warlords was nothing, but this kind of collective advancement in a short period of time in terms of number and scale is an exaggeration.Simply, after a little thought, he had a guess that this should actually be a gift from the plane.It was they who recovered the Burning Wasteland and completely cleared the cancer left by the Abyssal Will, which was a great credit to the plane, and some rewards were inevitable.It's just that this joy didn't last long, and something big happened in Atlantis All the legendary powerhouses, spellcasters, and even some mortals with the talent of spellcasting, demonic beasts in the wild, sensitive animals and plants, all felt a strange rhythm.This strange rhythm was very slight, not strong, but it was like a stone falling into the water, and the ripples and fluctuations of the splash were transmitted to their hearts, making it difficult for them to ignore!
That's actually it, the magic net is moving!
Atlantis plane, Holy City, Jerusalem.Push forward a few days a bit.In the middle of the night, when everything is silent, a middle-aged priest with a handsome appearance and a noble temperament walks slowly among the ancient streets and alleys.He was dressed in a red robe, with animal skin boots on his feet, a heavy tome in his arms, and a quaint silver lamp in his left hand.The faint lights are not bright, they can only shine within a radius of one meter, but outside the lights, the space seems to splash and turbulent, like water droplets breaking into the surface of a lake, and the space folds and ripples.In an instant, he seemed to have stepped into a strange place, and beyond the lights was a fog of darkness, and the wind blew through it like a tumbling and roaring evil spirit.This is a unique scene in the holy city of light and faith, and it happened in the middle of the night.Not far away, there were lights and patrolling guards walking by, but the middle-aged man seemed to be walking in a different world, and he didn't notice it.Going around and around, this middle-aged sacrifice finally came to a beautiful mural, although it has gone through the baptism of time, the walls have been mottled, and the mural seems blurred.But with the light of the silver lamp, on the mural, a statue seemed to come to life, his gray eyes were fluorescent, staring at the red-robed sacrifice.And the priest showed no weakness, his head was slightly raised, his face under the hood was distorted by the swagger of the lamplight, and his eyes became hollow and green, as if there were two flames shining brightly.He uttered a spell, a mysterious language, and every word he uttered seemed to carry a great power that could make the darkness around him roll and retreat.Finally, when the twelve words were finished, the figure's expression began to distort and fear, and it writhed to the side to dodge, and with his movements, the walls cracked, revealing the dark and dreary tunnels behind it.The red-robed priest did not hesitate, he took one step and walked in.When his figure was completely submerged in the tunnel, the open door closed again, leaving only the meager dust and footprints on the ground, telling of what had happened here.In the tunnel, the red-robed priest did not stop his incantation, but the more he read it, the more he read it, the more he read it, the louder it became, and with the inexplicable power, the silver lamp in his hand bloomed more and more intensely.However, in the deep tunnels, the darkness seemed to come to life, and they rolled like dragons, making a sniffling sound like snakes and rats climbing.And at the boundary between light and darkness, there are strange forces constantly colliding and clashing, and the intertwined forces even make the void, there are subtle cracks that continue to appear and disappear.In the shroud of light, the face of the red-robed priest was a little ugly, his spell had been rushed to the extreme, the muscles on his face were twitching, his lips were opening and closing, and even a phantom could be seen.But the scope of the light shroud is still shrinking, and the dark realm, the terrifying weirdness emits a rampant scream, as if it can break through the boundary of light in the next second.The red-robed priest no longer disregarded the so-called demeanor, his steps became faster and faster, and gradually changed from walking to running, and then from running to rushing wildly.He knew all too well the horror of this dark creature, engulfed in darkness, even more terrifying than being nailed to the walls of the unbelievers in the underworld.Originally, he thought that with the Shining Silver Lamp and the Divine True Name, he would be able to resist after all, but now it seemed that he was taking it for granted.The light diminished until he could barely cling an inch to his body before the red-robed priest burst out of the dark tunnel, rolling into an incomparably wide underground space where light enveloped everything.Behind him, the terrible darkness made a dense climbing sound, as if there was an endless unwilling roar, and the ducks that reached their beaks flew, and they angrily wanted to break through the line.But as soon as they entered the light-shrouded range, they dissipated with a miserable howl, like snow in the sun.This made the remaining dark evil creatures even more angry, but no matter how angry they were, they only dared to wander in the tunnel, not to go further.The middle-aged priest who had escaped death gasped for breath on the ground, and his handsome face was full of the happiness of the rest of his life, and it was not until a long time later that he calmed down and began to observe the wide underground space.It was a huge rotunda, wide, bright, and even with a divine light wafting through the air.And the source of the light came from the twelve statues around the hall, which held up the dome.They, no, it should be said that they have different postures, some look up at the sky, and some look down at the world, some do contemplation, as if thinking about the truth of the world, and some put on a fighting posture and make a roar.Their faces were blurred, as if there was a great power that prevented mortals from looking at them for what they really were.The red-robed priest just glanced up, and immediately lowered his head, as if it was a blasphemy to look at it more.Of course, just at a glance, he already understood that the only ones who could suppress such dark evil things were these great beings.This is the idol of the twelve extant gods of Atlantis.Among them are Mystra, the goddess of magic, Kranvo, the god of death, Panther, the god of psionics, Tajes, the god of storms, Ziawan Sali, the goddess of undead vengeance, Worgin, the goddess of wealth, Randherson, the god of the sun, Downanda, the lord of the dawn, Ares, the god of war, Hephaestus, the god of casting, Azus, the god of mages, and Kod, the god of fighting.And the statues of gods that can stand here must have been resided by the will of the gods and baptized by divine power for a long time.Taking a deep breath, the red-robed priest got up and walked to the center of the hall.There, there is a towering altar, carved from a special material of gilt gold, and there are countless divine inscriptions on it, which looks mysterious and noble.The red-robed priest walked step by step to the high platform, and put down the old book he was holding in his hand at the highest place that was empty.He took another deep breath and slowly exhaled it, this time opening the old book.The book is really very ordinary, even after opening it, there is nothing special, the title page is old and cannot be faked, and the words on it are even more faint and invisible.But when the red-robed priest stretched out his hand, a little light flew up from the silver lamp and fell on the page, and everything changed.The whole book vibrated as if it were alive, as if it were about to throw out the flames, and the pages turned even more loudly, and the turning sound even formed a strange sound, like whispering, like cursing, like anger, but also in fear.However, none of this could change his fate.I saw that the flames burned, getting stronger and stronger, until the entire book was burned out, and only a drop of crystalline, inexplicable substance like a drop of water was suspended in the air.Without the cover of books, it just appeared in mid-air, with waves of mighty power radiating around.Faintly, it seems that you can see the light of the morning sun shining on the world, and there are countless figures kneeling on the ground praying sincerely.And the majestic coercion with the warm morning sun shining on the entire underground space, but it has a sacred and inviolable momentum, and the red-robed sacrifice has been directly pressed to the ground.The red-robed priest felt the pain, the pain he hadn't felt for a long time, but a smile appeared on his face.He knows this situation better than anyone else, and the old book is actually a carrier, and even can be activated, because of the existence of this drop of substance.And this inexplicable substance is truly terrifying.This is because this is the source divine power of the true God.Even for the true gods, it takes countless powers of faith to condense a single drop, which can cast a divine body and change the heavens and the earth.Even, most of the great power of the gods needs to be revealed through it.And when this drop of the Dawn Lord's origin divine power appeared, in the black tunnel, those strange dark evil creatures seemed to feel a great threat.They shrank suddenly, condensed into a ball, and dodged far away, not daring to make even the slightest sound, as if they were terrified to the extreme.But in the same way, this drop of fluctuation of origin divine power failed to break through the shackles of underground space after all.I saw that the twelve great gods and goddesses that seemed to hold up the entire underground stopped this fluctuation and began to cast their eyes as if they had woken up.Their faces could not be seen, but the feeling of stardom was like substance, and then the twelve statues opened their mouths together, and a great attraction came out of thin air.That drop of Origin Divine Power was instantly torn into twelve parts, and when it sank into the mouths of these gods, I saw that one after another strange talismans began to spread on the gods, and the brilliant light and divine aura suddenly became ten times stronger.Under the light, the red-robed priest was lifted from all disguise, his skin cracked, his flesh was reduced, his organs melted, and his bones were revealed.In just a few moments, he was left with a skeleton of bones, and only the hollow eyes burned with ghostly fire, revealing his presence.If Fao and Amon were here, it would not be difficult to see that this was actually an old acquaintance.The former commander of the Blood Hunting Squad, and now a traitor to the Snake Demon Queen's camp, Gu Elime.The light became more and more intense, until the entire underground space seemed to be shrouded in a divine light, and a certain boundary was crossed, and on the altar, some of the talismans suddenly burned, and in the divine power, turned into flying ashes.After a few moments, everything was back to normal, and there was no change in the entire underground hall.At the same time, outside the plane, twelve faint but incomparably solid rays of light appeared, which turned into streamers and flashed away in their respective directions.The skeleton mage, Gu Elimei, slowly looked up, and he grinned as he looked at the underground space in front of him as if nothing had happened.He knew he had succeeded!
He accomplished his mission and bode well for a bright future.Most importantly, he saved his homeland.Standing up again, he saluted respectfully, stepped back, and came to the tunnel, only to raise the silver lamp, recite the incantation, and walk into the dark tunnel.At this time, he only had a skeleton left, and the red robe, which symbolized his status, was also in tatters, but this did not affect the momentum of his walking.That step by step seems to not only walk out of the darkness, but also walk towards the ladder to the sky.