Above Destiny

Chapter 482 Rain and Crown

"Aphrodisiac syndrome?"

Under the scorching sun of autumn, the old house in Yacheng was cool.

Tong Ting lowered his eyes, staring at the strange spiritual flying insect in his hand that could not fly away no matter how hard he fluttered, and couldn't help but sigh in distress:
“Why are there more dramas in Yacheng in the past two years than in my entire life combined?
It feels like whether you are a ghost or not, you will come and mess around..."

He paused for a moment and looked at the old man who was enjoying the cool breeze beside the pond: "Dad, was it because you made a mistake when you chose the location? Is there something wrong with the Feng Shui of our house?"

"Yeah, you finally found it?"

Tong Yuan glanced at his unruly heir and said with a half-smile: "Why don't I help you find a Feng Shui treasure land and bury you there to hedge against the bad luck?
I'll just give you my Huanghuali coffin at a discount, first come first served."

"I was wrong--"

Tong immediately backed down when he heard this. He didn't want to go out and fall all the way down the mountainside to the foot of the mountain. No matter how hard he tried to be stubborn, his father could make him roll all the way into the Nandu River.

"Please give me your attention. What on earth is this?"

He spread out his five fingers and threw out the insect that Tong Hua had brought back. Immediately, the spiritual flying insect spread its wings and flew around aimlessly, but it always circled around the old man's recliner.

Until finally Tong Yuan stretched out his hand, and suddenly, it hovered above it.

Fold the wings.

Just like a real flying insect, it was combing its head, horns and antennae.

Occasionally it would make faint chirping sounds to call its companions.

It was clearly a phenomenon caused by the transformation of the remaining spiritual fragments, but it seemed as if...

Like a living thing?
Tong Yuan lowered his eyes.

At this moment, under the gaze of those old and turbid eyes, the view from heaven that was far beyond what a child could hear began.

It is not about breaking through disguise and cover-up through one's own insight, but through one's own observation, making everything in the world appear before one's eyes and actively reveal its essence.

Things unfold, the essence is pointed out, and then the true [name] appears!
For a moment, the spiritual insects on the old man's fingertips dissipated again and turned into a changing halo. After the spiritual essence unfolded, the information it carried was transcribed.

In the changing rainbow light, countless impulses emerged like a tide - wanting to eat, wanting to sleep, wanting to feel good, wanting women, wanting men, wanting to kill everyone who displeased me...

When consciousness dissipates and the soul collapses, the residues that settle in the spiritual essence are the distortion and activation of human desires.

This is the patient's remaining "desire" in the world.

"But what about consciousness?" Tong Ting frowned, "Where do consciousness and self belong?"

"Isn't it in its name?"

Tong Yuan asked back, "Aphrodisiac syndrome... those dreams have already taken away my consciousness and self. No, should I say that my consciousness and self have also been integrated into those illusory dreams, right?"

After no longer caring about or lingering on the world, people will turn to an endless dream, longing for a night of joy and peace...

Freed from the shackles of body and life, such moths hatch from the soul.

The beautiful dream of turning into a butterfly is still continuing.

"It's just a dream."

Tong Yuan sighed softly: "The gift and legacy of Lord Huaxu in the past, the invitation from the Dream Forger to those in pain to abandon the world and go to the Land of Nowhere."

This is the true nature of amnesia - the fragments left over from the chaotic era, an insignificant part of the merits and evil deeds of the former kings.

In that era when the Supreme Good had not yet fully manifested, and after the fall of the gods, the world was in chaos. Its madness and terror were far beyond the imagination of people of today's generation.

Even the cruel tyrants of the Eternal Empire that followed could not match him.

After all, whoever can leave his name in history must have some unique skills.

As representatives of them, the kings of the chaotic era, each of them had amazing wisdom and a heart of a donkey. They were a gathering of heroes and immortals in numerous numbers.

The Fire Thief intends to monopolize all the flames in the world, the Web Weaver wants to include all living beings in the destiny he has woven, and the Candlelighter wants to gather the souls of all things and ignite them to become a second sun.

And the dreamer, the king known as the Lord of Huangliang and the Lord of Huaxu, is on par with them, and even surpasses them.

The former lord of dreams and desires was not satisfied with the dullness and boredom of waking up, so he went so crazy as to overlap his dreams with the real world, merging them together to create the so-called paradise... which claimed to be able to satisfy all desires and possess all the good things in the world.

It's like heaven.

In the dreamlike and beautiful time, the brutal joy lasted for ninety-one years. Countless people gathered from all directions, willingly giving up everything in the world, just hoping to have a big dream... Until finally, when the moment of awakening came, the dream that overlapped with the real world tore apart a part of the real world, ushering in destruction and nothingness.

The Lord of Huaxu and his paradise of all things fell apart and disappeared without a trace.

The disasters and shocks caused by it still deeply affect the entire world. Since then, even since then, cracks have appeared in the consciousness and souls of sentient beings, as if they were born that way. For some people, their consciousness is no longer complete after birth... they are born with defects.

"Strictly speaking, dream loss is not a disease. Instead, it is more like a ritual of inspiration from the higher powers. However, the ritual has long gone out of control and there is no one to preside over it."

Tong Yuan said slowly: "In the chaotic era, what you and I called dream loss was Hua Xujun's announcement and invitation to the whole world.

After experiencing the happiness in the dream, those who are trapped in reality and pain will turn into butterflies and fly into the eternal dream.

Just like a moth instinctively chasing after a flame.

What is an absolute disaster in today’s world was a blessing that countless people dreamed of in the chaotic times before. ”

"But thousands of years have passed, right? No, the time in the Chaos Age is chaotic, it may even be more than ten thousand years..."

Tong Ting frowned: "The Lord of Huaxu has long been annihilated along with the Wanxiang Paradise. Now, what place is this invitation pointing to?"

"Isn't that exactly the problem?"

Tong Yuan sighed softly, observing and understanding in this way, distinguishing the remaining clues from this tiny flying insect, tracing back to the source.

During the long period of dead silence, the halo on his fingertips kept changing, revealing a bizarre and colorful scene.

It is definitely not a strange scene in the real world.

At a certain moment, a blurry face appeared in profile, as if it had sensed something, looked back, and then disappeared... The two intertwined palms had six fingers each, but one of the six fingers flicked slightly, and the scene disappeared again... Countless stars intertwined and turned into an old woman. After noticing Tong Yuan's pursuit, she glared at him coldly...

"Ouch!"

Tong Yuan was amused. "There are quite a lot of people investigating... The Faceless Man from the Thousand Islands, the Six Fingers from the Empire, the old hag from the enemy, well, let me see, there are a few Filthy People who are interfering, and there is also the Dragon Festival Society involved. How come they all stick their hands out after the water is muddied?"

Seeing the changing rainbow light and even the strange crackling sound, Tong Ting subconsciously took a step back, fearing that his limited ability would be implicated.

But seeing that his own father didn't care at all, he suddenly became puzzled...Why was he so high-profile this time?

You don't even want to act anymore?

"Oh, don't worry, I'm using the 'Life View' of the old woman from the Ma family, and it's quite useful——"

Tong Yuan held a thin ancient book of fortune-telling in his right hand, but now, the book was rapidly decaying and breaking into pieces, turning into dust, and the fortunes recorded in it were burning like firewood.

The joy of doing whatever you want under someone else's guise is indescribable.

Could it be possible that Magu could crawl out of the grave and condemn herself?

Only Tong Ting's eyelids twitched wildly, and he seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

I don’t want to condemn my father’s behavior, but I want to say, please use it sparingly and leave some for me... let me try next time!
Unfortunately, Tong Yuan didn't seem to have the slightest intention of saving money, and he was still standing up and kicking!

The natal watch in his hand was being consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was squandering other people's ancestral savings without any leniency. After ignoring all interference, he traced the chaos before him with the instinct of Tianting to fight chaos with chaos.

Countless scenes jump from one to another.

At the end, there was a moment when it seemed as if fog was emerging.

A distant song was heard, mixed with the dull sound of the sea surging.

In the fleeting scene, a pale face rose and fell from the sea, with a strange smile on its face, drifting with the waves and going away into the distance.

Then another, and another...

Countless corpses floated on the sea, with happy smiles, and went to the depths of the sea. In the deepest layers of fog, the outline of the island was faintly visible.

Illusion or reality?
It is really difficult to distinguish, but this is the case with Taiyi Dao divination. Even if the results are placed in front of you, there are still many strange images that need to be interpreted.

But at that moment, what attracted Tong Ting was the tall tower on the island that seemed to lead to the sky... and even the strange shadow entwined on the tower.

The shadow looks back and suddenly it seems.

Suddenly, the scene suddenly dissipated and was hidden in the chaos again, even deeper...

As if it had triggered some backlash, the spiritual insect turned into ashes.

Then, the Book of Fate shook and ignited without fire.

There was only a long silence.

"Tyrant?"

The child listened to the soft murmur.

"It's not just the Tyrant Tower, there's also the cover-up and modification of the Filthy Demon. No, in addition to that, there's also Weiyang and Jueyuan... You've overlooked the singing and Heitian." Tong Yuan shook his head, expressionless, "The one behind the scenes making trouble might be a big fish."

The child listened in silence.

After a long while, he sighed in self-mockery: "Ether..."

Ether is made by observation and seeing, and likewise, it is also destroyed by observation and seeing.

Who knows what kind of weird things you can see at a glance? If you can't see it, forget it. But what if you can see it?
Tong Yuan almost suffered a backlash when he took action under a vest.

He originally thought that it was some evil clown who was causing all this trouble, but when he dug it down with a shovel, he discovered that the thing was incredibly big!
It involves the Lord of Huaxu and the Land of All Things, and behind them there is the filth of evil, as well as Jueyuan and Weiyang...

God knows what else is involved. Suddenly, he began to have a headache.

"Why are you looking so gloomy? Look at how scared you are." Tong Yuan glanced back at him and sneered, "In this world, there are so many people killing people, white deer plotting to kill for money, entropy setting fire to the mountains, and Tianyuan leading beasts to eat people. When will it be Ether's turn to wrestle with others?"

"At least it involves Yacheng."

Tong Ting laughed at himself: "We can't just leave it alone, right?"

"That's why I want you to separate from Shengnian. Shengnian manages the family business, makes investments, does charity, and does things. He has the ability, the capacity, and the qualifications to do so.

But you can't. The more Ether is involved with people, the deeper it gets stuck and the harder it is to see the long term.

This doesn’t mean you should just sit there and watch, but you need to understand where to start, which is the most convenient…”

Tong Yuan stretched out his hand again, and his palm, which was covered with wrinkles and age spots, gently grasped it, as if he was pinching a thin and fleeting spider silk.

From the tangled web of threads, we found a crucial clue.

Then...

Pull suddenly!
At that moment, a sharp sound like a baby crying was heard.

Auditory hallucinations!

But then, there were bursts of shrill screams, like the high-pitched chirping of cicadas, rising one after another from the distant mountains and forests!
The buzzing sound was incessant.

insect!

A large number of spiritual flying insects chirped, flapped their wings, and rose into the sky!
Under the malicious pull and push of the ether, relying on the glimpse just seen, it disguised itself as the source and issued orders.

In a flash, countless lurking spiritual moths along the entire federal coast went into a frenzy, interrupting all processes of infection and spread, and flapped their wings to take off.

Amidst sharp roars, they gathered together, thousands and thousands of them, and began to fly around aimlessly like a raging torrent!
It was as if someone suddenly kicked over a hornet's nest hidden in the dark.

The swarm is rampaging!

A large number of moths whizzed by, almost dimming the sky.

Cover the sky.

Tong Ting looked solemn, could it have developed to such a terrifying scale?

"okay."

The old man on the recliner waved his hand lazily and yawned: "After we overturn the hornet's nest, there will be nothing for us to do. The remaining opportunities to show off will be left to the young people."

"Young man?" Tong was puzzled.

But when he looked up, he saw the iron curtain of dark clouds floating over the horizon. With a quick glance, he seemed to have sensed something.

He was stunned for a moment and then sighed with self-mockery.

“It’s just embers…”

It was a sultry afternoon and there was no cool breeze.

There were bursts of roars coming from the distance.

It's raining!
At this moment, Xinquan.

Thunder roared and the sky and earth went dark!
In the howling gale, an iron curtain cloud formed by countless mercury vapors covered everything.

The brilliant silver light and the broken rainbow refracted from the scorching sun overlapped together, and the edge of the huge shadow cast on the earth was unexpectedly connected to a layer of brilliant rainbow as if it were the hem of a skirt.

The iron curtain is like a lid, covering the sky and the world.

The disturbed silver light danced above the sky, enchanting, solemn and cold, so ferocious.

"It's so beautiful."

In the workshop with the dome open, Ji Jue felt the strong wind blowing in his face. He looked up and couldn't help but smile: "How do you feel, Isis?"

Isis was silent and said nothing.

Above the sky, in the silver clouds, blurry faces loomed, as if glancing at the world, looking at their creator, controller and binder, as if there was some change in expression.

And it seems not.

At this moment, above the rolling clouds, endless mercury danced, unfolding layer by layer, blooming like a lotus. Even compared with the simulation of the Tower of All Things, my final appearance was too cramped and small, and it was still less than one ten-thousandth of it...

It's just a container like a vehicle.

But at the same time, there are no more shackles.

Return to freedom.

When the torrential silver rain fell from the sky, a dense rain curtain covered everything. In the infinite silver light, Ji Jue seemed to see a figure in front of him.

Floating and distant.

Look at yourself.

The strong wind blowing in my face seemed to become gentle, like a hug.

Then, the figure turned and walked deeper into the rainstorm and disappeared.

An endless silver rainstorm descended from the sky, irrigating the new springs and covering the stunned faces on the street. Countless silver threads spread out from the rain.

Hand of Isis, unfold!

Pedestrians on the street, employees busy working in the rooms, workers sweating on the assembly line, and sleepy or expectant passengers in the buses.

There are thousands of threads stretching out, sweeping past, and separating at the touch.

Some people were unaware, some felt a slight chill on the back of their necks, and some started to cough violently, waking up from their dreams, sweating profusely, looking around, not knowing where they were. Others had already been immersed in their dreams and had no reaction at all.

If you observe with spiritual vision, you can see countless flashes of light within the area covered by the rainstorm.

It is the reverse application of fluid alchemy, using matter to create spirits, a skill created and developed to this day to target all spiritual changes.

——Solid Alchemy!

At this moment, endless mercury descended from the sky, and then rose again into the sky, returning to the gorgeous and colorful clouds, carrying countless tiny "gravels".

Just like a mountain torrent that washed away all the buildings and cities on the earth, when the silver rainstorm passed, all the alienated spiritual essences left by the spiritual plague were sealed in grains of mercury smaller than dust and brought back to the sky.

At the same time, it can see through all living things, lock onto all targets, and ultimately block all abnormalities.

The alienated spiritual essence of those unaware carriers was removed by the thousands of threads of Isis's hand, and the spiritual plague that had just parasitized on their souls was also forcibly cut off. The slight loss of spiritual essence was replenished after a good sleep.

As for the empty shell that was already terminally ill and completely unconscious, the sediment inside had not yet had time to form moths before it was completely snuffed out, killed and pulled out!

As the clouds above the sky slowly moved, violent winds and rainstorms spread out, sweeping across the wilderness of Haizhou inch by inch like an invisible plow.

It does not conceal its existence at all, nor does it whitewash this incredible power.

Without even asking for anyone's consent or permission.

——The merciless purification has begun!

"Unfortunately, the name Hand of Isis has already been taken."

Ji Jue pinched his chin and sighed sincerely: "However, since it can serve as a carrier and container for you to move freely, then as a counterpart, why not call it the Family of Isis..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt the cold gaze coming from the clouds, and even the chilling coldness and anger coming down between the thunder and lightning.

Soon, a sweet voice like a smile sounded: "Sir, if your mouth doesn't want it, I can also tear it off for you."

Why is it that every time I try to start respecting you, you have to talk!
"Okay, okay..."

Ji Jue sighed helplessly and gave up his idea: "Since it is hanging high in the sky, how about calling it the Crown of Isis?"

In the historical records that have survived to this day, in the descriptions of the goddess, her crown once evolved from a totem of the scorching sun to a throne of royal power.

If the relevant hieroglyphs are translated into the federal language, it can be called "throne".

It means that the gods come to the world and dominate and rule over everything.

This is the royal power given by God!
"This name suits you."

Isis was silent.

In the silent wind, there seemed to be a distant echo, like a sigh, or a faint smile, difficult to distinguish.

Only the silver clouds changed silently, the pair of blurry eyes drooped slightly, and he put the Sky Crown on his head obediently.

Then, endless iron light rose again, the clouds spread out again, and with the metal rainstorm that swept everything, it walked step by step towards the distant wilderness.

Mountains covered with weeds, overflowing rivers, dry land, and fetid swamps...

Even though he had seen the same scenery countless times through surveillance and countless cameras, the Spirit of the Workshop was still unable to control his resistance and even disgust when he actually witnessed such a desolate and dilapidated scenery.

I don't understand why anyone would care about such scenery.

I also don't understand why such a thing is regarded as a treasure.

The only thing hatched from the mud was the endless moths that rose up in front of her eyes. The shameless insects were disturbing the sky and the earth, chirping triumphantly in front of her eyes, which made her even more unhappy!

So, Isis raised her hand again.

——He doesn't need pests in his garden!
(End of this chapter)