Chapter 766 Two Angels Under the Tree

'If you want to explore the depths of the Sea of ​​Eka directly, you need to be extra careful.' Filuselin finally reminded.

"This matter is also extremely dangerous. It is said that His Highness the Primordial Wind was also lost in the depths of Eka for many years, and finally regained consciousness and woke up."

"I know, but I still have to try it once, otherwise I will not be able to rest assured." Tilan shook her head.

She certainly knew the dangers. Now humans are only involved in the shallow layer of the Sea of ​​Eka that has not yet solidified, and few people can reach the deep seabed close to another universe. The two are separated by the viscous and solidified Eka particles. Their activity is greatly suppressed, and no matter how hot the emotions and spirits are, they cannot be ignited.

"In fact, after the Sea of ​​Eka solidifies, these particles are much safer and will not bring great erosion changes to people."

"In this case, let me finally wish you a safe journey and get what you want."

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

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

The singing of the ensemble 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 ​​Aegeka, and the figure on the throne became more and more hazy, like all kinds of rainy glass, which could not be seen clearly.

The star-like lights were hazy in her eyes, and Tilan felt that her consciousness slowly fell into a dark sleep.

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I don't know how long it has been.

The hazy consciousness woke up in the deep sea of ​​nothingness. Tilan felt that she was immersed in the lightless bottom of the water. Here she had no body, like invisible liquid and mist, and could only vaguely perceive the rhythm of this world.

It was a pity that she was not a saint blessed by Sifnerian, otherwise she could use the vague rhythm to quickly perceive the situation of 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 into the bottom of the deep sea,

the mud, the silted Aigeka particles, the breath of past history, and the closed temple.

Wandering in this environment with great resistance, Tilan finally sensed some physical existences, whose breath was particularly solidified, as if petrified.

Slowly flowing through these solidified existences, Tilan could not know whether these sleeping existences were dead or in eternal sleep.

She continued to move forward step by step...

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The time here was unknown. In Tilan's experience, it seemed that she had been walking aimlessly for hundreds of years, and she began to slowly forget the purpose of coming here, like a lonely ghost.

Just as she was slowly assimilated by such an environment, a red spark passed by, and the sting it brought made Tilan suddenly wake up from that chaotic state. At this time, she began to struggle and prepare to break free from this world.

Tilan kept probing in all directions and searching for the shallow Aijaka Sea. She felt that she had done a lot of useless work because she could not distinguish up, down, left, and right here. She didn't even know which way was ahead, behind, left, and right, and whether she had taken the wrong path.

The only thing she could do was to continuously expand her perception range and range of activities.

In this way, until a certain moment, all the fog in front of her dissipated, and then 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 red hair had his eyes closed, his hands were empty, and the wings behind him were extremely wide. Tilan stood at his feet, only as tall as his little finger.

Kloati

silently read out the name of the original angel, and then looked up again, only to find that the spark that just passed by was the tears of the other party.

Tears of the original fire, why did she cry, and why didn't she open her eyes?

With many questions in her mind, Tilan gradually approached the huge angel statue. In this chaotic world, only the other party had a tangible body, which was surprising.

Finally, she arrived at 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 ​​Aegeka?

Tilan looked around and found that she had regained her shape, still wearing the simple style dress that she was most familiar with on weekdays.

This was a large campus somewhere, next to an ancient castle, with hillsides and grass. From time to time, students passed by with laughter,

and at this moment, she also saw a scene that seemed like an epic picture.

Next to the quiet lake, under the yellow oak branches, a silver-haired girl was leaning against the tree and sitting on the green grass, and another red-haired girl was sleeping on her knees.

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

When Tilan stepped on the withered leaves and approached the two, the silver-haired girl raised her head after hearing the voice.

"It's you." Her appearance was as described in many historical and classic books, graceful and peaceful, as if no problem had ever stumped her, and she always walked briskly, 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 the time for you to come here."

After the words fell, Tilan felt as if she was struck by lightning and woke up from the layers of dreams.

She was still in the hall with swaying candlelight, and many nuns were still singing and chanting around the throne, as if the hundreds of years just now were just a moment in reality.

Let the nuns in the hall disperse, and Tilan began to recall everything she saw 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 have an invisible gain, as if the overflowing breath in them has brought changes.

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)