Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 766 Two Angels Under the Tree

"If you want to explore the depths of the Aegeka Sea directly, you need to be extra careful." Philuselin finally reminded.

"This matter is also extremely dangerous. It is said that His Highness the Primordial Wind was also lost in the depths of Aijaka for many years. He was lucky enough to regain consciousness and wake up in the end."

"I know, but I still have to try it once, otherwise I won't be able to feel at ease." Tilan shook her head.

Of course she knew the dangers involved. What humans have set foot on now are only the shallow layers of the unsolidified Sea of ​​Aegeka, while very few people can reach the deep seabed close to the other universe. What separates the two are the Aegeka particles that are so sticky that they solidify. Their activity is greatly suppressed, and no matter how passionate the emotions and spirits are, they cannot be ignited.

"In fact, after the Aegaka Sea solidified, these particles became much safer and would not cause major erosion changes to humans."

"In that case, let me finally wish you a safe journey and may you achieve whatever you wish for."

In the following time, Tilan was preparing for this ceremony, until today it was finally completed and could be started.

The ethereal and beautiful singing gradually began in the hall, like young birds circling in the sunset. They lingered for a long time over their former home, until they finally flew reluctantly in the direction of the sunset, chasing the light and heat, leaving their familiar hometown.

The ensemble’s singing was light and beautiful, like the morning light in the forest, bringing the hall into a quiet dream.

The dimension here began to overlap with the Sea of ​​Aegaka, and the figure on the throne became more and more hazy, like glass covered with rain, and could not be seen clearly.

The star-like lights were dim in Tilan's eyes, and she felt her consciousness slowly falling into a dark sleep.

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I don’t know how much time has passed.

Tilan's hazy consciousness awakened in the void of the deep sea. She felt herself immersed in the lightless water. She had no form here, like invisible liquid and mist. She could only vaguely perceive the rhythm of this world.

It's a pity that she is not a saint blessed by Sifnerian, otherwise she could use the vague rhythm to quickly perceive the situation in this world.

Swimming aimlessly in the underwater world, she tried her best to adapt herself to this special environment. With the help of the ritual, she felt herself sinking deeper and deeper, gradually diving to the bottom of the deep sea.
Silt, accumulated Aigeka particles, the smell of past history, and a closed sanctuary.

Wandering in this environment with great resistance, Tilan finally sensed some physical beings. Their breath was extremely solidified, as if they were petrified.

Flowing slowly through these solidified existences, Tilan had no idea whether these sleeping existences were already dead or in eternal sleep.

She continued to move forward step by step...

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The time here flows at an unknown speed. In Tilan's experience, it seems as if she has been walking aimlessly like this for hundreds of years, and she has slowly begun to forget the purpose of coming here, like a wandering ghost.

Just as she was slowly assimilated into this environment, a red spark passed by. The pain it brought suddenly woke Tilan up from her chaotic state. At this time, she began to struggle, ready to break free from this world.

Tilan kept exploring in all directions, constantly searching for the shallow Aijaka Sea. She felt that she had done a lot of useless work, because here she couldn't distinguish up and down, left and right, and even didn't know whether she was in front, behind, left, or right, or whether she had taken the wrong path. The only thing she could do was to continuously expand her range of perception and range of activities.

This continued until a certain moment, when all the fog in front of her dissipated, and she discovered what a majestic and magnificent scene was in front of her.

A huge weeping angel stood in front of her. The angel with long flaming red hair had his eyes closed and his hands were clasped with empty palms. The wings behind him were extremely broad, and Tilan was standing at his feet, only as tall as his little finger.

Kloati
She silently recited the name of the original angel, then looked up again, only to find that the spark that just passed by was the other party's dripping tears.

Tears of the Primordial Fire, why is she crying and why doesn't she open her eyes?

With many questions in mind, Tilan gradually approached the huge angel statue. In this chaotic world, it was surprising that the other party was the only one with a physical body.

Finally, she reached the angel's forehead. When Tilan really touched the other party, a strange electric shock spread, and then she entered another world.

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Is this the depths of the Sea of ​​Aegaka?
Tilan looked around and found that she had regained her shape and was still wearing the simple style dress that she was most familiar with.

This is a large campus somewhere, next to an ancient castle, with hillsides and grasslands, and students passing by with laughter from time to time.

At this moment, she also saw a scene that seemed like an epic scene.

Beside the tranquil lake, under the yellow oak branches, a silver-haired girl was sitting on the green grass leaning against a tree, with another red-haired girl sleeping on her knees.

White fingers slowly stroked the flaming red hair, and the silver-haired girl's singing was soft and gentle, soothing the other person into a good sleep and nap.

When Tilan stepped on the dead leaves and approached the two of them, the silver-haired girl raised her head when she heard the voice.

"It's you." Her appearance was as described in many historical books and classics, graceful and tranquil, as if no problems had ever stumped her, and she always walked with brisk steps, passing through one historical moment after another.

Although it was the first time they met, the silver-haired girl seemed to know exactly what Tilan was thinking.

"It's not time for you to come here yet."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tilan felt as if she was struck by lightning and woke up from the layers of dreams.

She was still in the hall with flickering candlelight, and many nuns were still singing and chanting softly around the throne, as if the hundreds of years that had just passed were just a moment in reality.

After letting the nuns in the hall disperse, Tilan began to recall everything she had seen today.

Those things in the depths of the Sea of ​​Aijaka, even if they carry the breath of countless history, just exploring them once will bring some invisible gains, as if the overflowing breath has brought changes.

Finally, the two women she saw under the tree should be the Cradle Wings and the Fire Witch in history. It is said that the Fire Witch was the original fire.

Why did she say it was not the time to go there yet? Before that, did she have any mission? And why did she want to avoid meeting him? If her power really came from the 'Original Rock', she should be very clear about her life experience. The four origins were closely connected to each other, and it was difficult for them to have secrets that they didn't know about each other.

Tilan felt as if she had opened a door. After learning many secrets, she discovered more problems.

(End of this chapter)