Ring of Fate

Chapter 1082 Stone Tablet
Sonia Sea, Bansi Port.

When Lumian, Franca and Janna arrived, they saw endless ruins.

Every building here has collapsed and many have signs of being charred. A large number of wild animals live here, and the occasional "wow wow wow" cries of crows can be heard.

Lumian had heard from the "Magician" lady about the destruction of Bansi Harbor, but it was not until today that he came here for the first time.

"From the information we have collected, this place was once the territory of the Medici family, who believed in the 'God of Weather'. It is indeed possible that there was a 'Weather Warlock' extraordinary characteristic, but it was probably taken away by the 'Red Angel' later." Franca looked around and said.

Looking at the ruins of Bansi in front of him, Lumian seemed to have returned to the village of Cordu after the disaster.

He was stunned for a few seconds and said:
“This is a purpose, and there is nothing to lose by looking for it.

"Another goal is to find the special place that the 'magician' lady mentioned, and use the corpse oil candles to complete the secret ceremony."

At this point, Lumian laughed:
“Since the Heavenly Master can use the ‘teaching’ of them as a medium to locate the ‘Hidden Sage’ and help Mr. Fool lock on to the target, then the one that the Blood Emperor’s secret ceremony points to should also be able to find the remaining Weather Warlock’s Beyonder characteristics. And I can barely be considered as His God-favored One. Is it not too much to ask Him to do me such a favor?”

“In theory, it is possible, but it is too dangerous. It is better to accumulate contributions and ask Mr. Fool for enlightenment. He is a great being at the top of the Fortune Teller path and should be able to divine clues about the extraordinary characteristics of the remaining Weather Wizards.” Franka did not quite agree with Lumian taking unnecessary risks.

Although this is his style, if you walk by the river often, you will get your shoes wet. You have to try to limit the number of adventures.

Janna nodded and agreed with Franca's words.

"You think I haven't sought enlightenment from Mr. Fool? Guess what he gave me?" Lumian laughed. "It was Bansi!"

"Okay," Franka muttered.

“Please help me prepare for any accidents.” Lumian said, and he placed his hands on his chest, lowered his head, and prayed to Mr. Fool.

After finishing his prayers, he activated the remaining aura of the "Blood Emperor", the seal of the "Underworld Man" and the dark needle holes in his right palm, and went deeper into the ruins step by step, guided only by his spiritual intuition.

Franka and Janna were several dozen meters away from him, following him on the left and right.

After walking for nearly a quarter of an hour, Lumian stopped in front of a collapsed building.

The walls of the building had been shattered into pieces, and only a few pieces of charred wood remained of the gate. Inside, on the ground that looked like it had been struck by lightning, there were two blood-red, yet still bright human-shaped shadows.

In the corner next to the two shadows, there is a crude drawing of an octopus-headed monster.

"According to the information provided by Mr. 'The Hanged Man', this is the Bansi Port Telegraph Office...

"Sure enough, this is it..."

Lumian whispered as he walked over to the two bloody human figures and took out a pale yellowish-red semi-solidified candle in a glass jar.

He then placed the corpse oil candles on the collapsed walls that were stacked together and lit them using the friction spiritual method.

Seeing this, Janna and Franca stopped and did not move forward.

They were worried that they would also be affected by the smell of the corpse oil candles and passively enter a mystical state, and would no longer be able to take care of the situation at the scene.

Lumian sat down cross-legged and began to meditate.

A subtle fragrance with a hint of sweetness penetrated into his nose in the quiet dissipation, making his bones gradually itch and his blood vessels dilate. Suddenly, a dark mist appeared in front of his eyes.

Different from the feeling in previous secret bonds, Lumian's floating soul was grabbed by an invisible force in the next second and pulled into the depths of the fog.

The sky is spinning and the earth is turning.

Lumian quickly regained his consciousness and found himself standing in a spacious and bright house. There were rows of seats on both sides, with many humans sitting there, seemingly waiting.

Some of the people were dressed normally, while others were very strange. Before Lumian could distinguish them carefully, he heard an angry curse:

"Open the book, mother!"

Lumian didn't understand and turned around in confusion, looking at a man who came in from the door.

The man was wearing a white shirt, a black vest and a top hat. His appearance was very much in line with what Franca had described as "Eastern style". He was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

Lumian made way and watched the man run to the front of the hall without looking back.

Dadada, the sound of telegrams being sent and received continuously from the other side.

Lumian then realized that this was a telegraph office and those humans were waiting for a call back.

Many of the waiting people have already cast their eyes on her.

Lumian pulled up his hood, hiding his face in shadow.

Compared to the charm of a witch, strange clothes are not a big problem.

After leaving the telegraph office, Lumian's eyes suddenly became busy:

There were all kinds of three- or four-story buildings of different styles, and the streets were wide. Occasionally, black cars and the kind of rickshaws pulled by people that Franca had described passed by. Some people came and went in shirts, formal suits, and top hats, some in long gowns and melon-shaped hats, some in white shirts and black jackets, wide-legged pants, and high-top cloth shoes, with bulges around their waists that looked like they were hiding pistols, some with red cloth wrapped around their heads and short sticks in their hands, some in long skirts with lace and ruffles, and some in skirts that were tailored to fit the body with slits on both sides...

Lumian suddenly felt that this place was as prosperous as Trier.

Jingle Bell!
Amid the clear and distant sound, a train with only two carriages standing on supports, connected to the lines in mid-air, rushed past.

Lumian was very familiar with this kind of scene. He even knew that it was called a trolleybus.

However, unlike what I had seen before, the passengers on the trolleybus were all normal. Their clothes were no different from those of passers-by, and there were no heads left with bloody, white spines.

“The entry point has changed. It’s not the same street as before?
"Or was that street hidden from the beginning, requiring special methods to be seen or entered?
“My own peculiarities and Benxi’s problems make me feel more like I’ve arrived in this metropolis?” Lumian muttered as he looked around.

Among those sitting on rickshaws or being pulled by rickshaw drivers, there was no lady hiding her abscessed and dark face with a fan decorated with flowers and birds.

Apart from not being able to understand what the people around him were saying and the fact that there were very few people with similar looks to him, Lumian didn't think there was anything wrong with the metropolis he saw.

In terms of the effectiveness of the secret ceremony, he was a failure because he gained nothing and did not touch the mystery at all.

Lumian pondered for a while, feeling as if he had been thrown into a foreign country without hiring a good translator. Following the guidance of his own spirituality, he gradually moved away from the bustling city and entered a series of narrow alleys.

The style of the houses on both sides became more peculiar, with stone door frames, thick black painted wood doors, high walls and deep courtyards.

Lumian stretched out his right hand and tried to touch the wooden pole, but he saw his palm pass through it.

“Am I in a soul state now? No, it should be a pure spirit body and pure consciousness body, but I can be seen by people around me…” Lumian analyzed as he continued to move forward, walking out of the densely populated area amidst the tangled wires, clotheslines and randomly piled up debris.

The first thing that caught his eye was a tall wooden tower with an odd outline.

This was very similar to the fog core he had seen in previous secret ceremonies, but in the sunlight, the wooden tower lost its indescribable sense of horror and eeriness.

In front of the brown tower, there are large houses and green trees, which are blocked by yellow walls and no one is allowed to climb over.

At the main entrance, the wooden doors were completely open, and people were coming in and out from time to time, all of them looking like ordinary citizens.

"Is this the temple that Franka mentioned?" Lumian pondered for two seconds, then followed the crowd and walked into the building surrounded by yellow walls.

He pretended to visit and kept moving closer to the wooden tower.

Along the way, he discovered that the "monks" of this temple were divided into several categories, their clothing and appearance were different, and there was little communication between the groups.

Among them, there are two types with a larger number of people. One type wears a blue robe and a tall crown, which is a bit like the style of "Tianshi". The other type has shaved his hair and wears a gray wide robe or a yellow robe inside and a red robe outside.

When Lumian got around to a huge building about a foot away from the wooden tower, two types of "monks" stopped him one after another.

Although he did not understand what these "monks" were saying, he received the corresponding meaning:
"Stop!"

Lumian didn't argue and turned to head towards a building he had just passed.

During this process, he observed the environment inconspicuously and found that there were many "monks" scattered on the road leading to the wooden tower, some openly and some secretly, with signs of using extraordinary abilities.

Strictly guarded, no outsiders allowed to enter the wooden tower? Lumian made a judgment and gave up the idea of ​​"teleporting" there or using the mirror world.

If the wooden tower is really the core of the secret ceremony, the guards will not fail to guard against similar means!
Thinking about how he entered the wooden tower last time through a secret fusion of consciousness, Lumian found a hidden place and tried to escape from the current environment and imitate the previous state.

As soon as he finished his meditation, he suddenly floated up and drifted towards the wooden tower in the suddenly spreading dark mist, without any obstacles.

Soon, Lumian reached his destination, but was blocked by an invisible force. He could only sink down and prepare to go through the door.

The floating feeling quickly faded away, and the pervasive dark fog disappeared with it.

This time, Lumian saw clearly what was happening at the entrance of the wooden tower.

There stands a mottled stone tablet.

Lumian could not decipher the words on the stone tablet, but he strangely understood their meaning, as if he had a spiritual communication with them.

The inscription reads:

"Gather the power of the world, kill most of the heroes, lock the evil dragon here, and the disasters in the world will be eliminated.

"The fifth generation of Heavenly Master has been established."

(End of this chapter)