Capítulo 1324: Chapter 628: The Divine Craftsman’s Voice and the Draft of the Ancient Secret Mark
“Found it, let’s go!” In the corridor, in front of the iron door, Lin Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and then controlled Mao Feiyang’s body to rush towards the iron door.
Strangely enough, when he took this step, the space and the layers did not undergo any changes, but his body seed to be stuck in another dinsional plane, compressed into a form like paper or noodles, and then slipped through the door crack…
Lin Yi’s transformation produced a peculiar fluctuation of supernatural power, which instantly caught the attention of a zealot leader, who imdiately rushed into the corridor with lightning speed, and then perceived the last wisp of Lin Yi’s breath before he disappeared in front of the iron door…
As Lin Yi departed, the overwriting of space by the drawing board gradually lost its effect, but that zealot leader was extrely horrified, as if seeing a ghost: “‘Layered Cloak’…?! Such extraordinary techniques scarcely ntioned even in the classics… how could it appear in the world?!”
“Oh my god… Oh my god! This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!!”
Its body staggered, nearly falling over, the continuous exposure to two extraordinary ans beyond its cognition in a short ti, hit by such a strong fact, created an imperceptible crack in its long-pursued aspirations and beliefs…
It stared blankly at the spot where Lin Yi disappeared, beneath the tattered dark green cloak, the emaciated face continuously contorted with complex and struggling colors, soon, in its eyes emitting golden-green light began to flicker with ghostly flas…
Gradually, gradually, those ghostly flas began to dim.
Yet, at the last mont when those ghostly flas were about to extinguish, they suddenly erupted with bright and fervent colors as if the tides had turned.
It began to pant heavily, emitting an aura of frenzy and fervency that did not belong to the level of a zealot—much like Zhao Lingxiao at that ti.
Several zealot leaders arrived by its side in quick succession, these arriving zealot leaders were all those who had previously entered to track Lin Yi but fruitlessly, and upon seeing this zealot leader’s aura undergo a radical change, they all began to inquire.
But no matter how they asked, this zealot leader just remained staring into the void, a frenzy and reverence, as if glimpsing a deity.
“I saw it…”
“Saw it… the Sun’s afterglow…”
These zealot leaders looked at each other: “The Sun has already extinguished! Such an afterglow disappeared in an ancient unknown era, are you bewitched?!”
The zealot leader remained lost, muttering in strange syllables that even the other zealot leaders could not understand, as if devoutly praising sothing.
At this mont, the other zealot leaders gradually beca frightened and uneasy.
“Did he truly comprehend sothing?”
“How would I know?”
“Leave so people to watch him, notify the rest at the slightest sign of an anomaly! Don’t fear him getting ahead, but fear him veering off course!”
“Alright, the rest, continue grinding away at those foolish Art Students! Ever since we lost mbers recently, it’s been a long while since we Bu Ze new mbers, we must strive this ti.”
The zealot leaders in the corridor imdiately dispersed.
Soon, only that zealot leader muttering to itself was left in the corridor.
And hearing its murmurs, so zealot leaders felt a peculiar itch in their hearts, as if a breeze brushed the surface of a long-silent lake, causing slight ripples…
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May 11, 2023, 22:33, Art Building corridor, behind the iron door.
There was no sign of spatial fluctuation, but Lin Yi (Mao Feiyang), completely different in appearance from the painting style behind the iron door, erged in a noodle-like form, and returned to normal human form after slipping through the door crack.
“Alright… It’s done, Maozi, the control of the body is returned to you.” Lin Yi said softly, then withdrew from the “driving” state, while Mao Feiyang seamlessly “logged on,” stretching his body and loosening his muscles.
“You don’t say… you really don’t say.” Mao Feiyang clicked his tongue, “How did you think of stretching yourself into a noodle?”
Lin Yi curled his lips: “Just an expression in the layer?”
Mao Feiyang chuckled: “Old Lin’s progress is indeed rapid, it seems our success rate this ti is very high.”
Tian Bufan interjected: “Let’s hurry and depart, at this hour, Kuai Kuai should also be heading to the Dormitory Managent Office.”
“Ti is relatively plentiful, even the Dormitory Supervisor can’t co here until after midnight.” Mao Feiyang said this, but his expression was not relaxed at all.
Lin Yi quickly glanced at his watch.
22:34.
Kuai Hongji indeed had begun to take action.
Lin Yi no longer pondered more, his gaze swept over the scene behind the iron door.
Two canyon-like passageways composed of rugged rocky walls towered abruptly, the surfaces densely covered with wind-eroded secret pattern symbols, at the narrowest part less than three ters wide.
In the center of the passageway, a sloping stone staircase wound upwards like a snake’s spine, the stairs embedded between steep cliffs, forming a claustrophobic “a streak of sky” landscape.
On both sides of the stone staircase, rock nails suspended several candlesticks, the dim light swayed intensely in the through wind from the sea, casting distorted serpentine shadows of the pocked convex patterns on the walls.
And at the end of the stone staircase, misty white light seeped from the top, akin to the mist of a waterfall, faintly sketching out a celestial viewing realm, as if bypassing this luminous mist would lead to so suspended realm——indeed, beyond that misty portal lay the observatory.
Previously, when Lin Yi infiltrated here via the airstream of the “Holy Hall” through the Quantum giant clock with consciousness, many details were neglected or subconsciously skipped over, hence, as Mao Feiyang ascended the stone staircase, Lin Yi focused his attention on the surrounding stone walls.
The secret pattern symbols on the stone walls were countless, at first glance Lin Yi thought the “Original Apostles” had carved an entire article here, but after a while, he gradually realized it wasn’t what he thought.
The secret pattern symbols on the stone walls varied in size, scale, and level, unlike a unified carving, more like so whimsical doodles, in terms of regularity, the secret pattern symbols on the inner walls of the Bell Tower seed like a proper article.
He then asked, “Do you know what these secret pattern symbols are?”
“So are drafts, so are finalized.” Before Mao Feiyang could say anything, Tian Bufan’s voice already sounded.
“Drafting on stones? Isn’t that too wasteful?” Lin Yi was greatly puzzled.
Drafts are for convenience, who drafts for carving?
Tian Bufan said: “Not the kind of draft you understand, the observatory ahead, was once where that batch of the “Original Apostles” road the starry sea, and viewed the stars, although Secret Rune Studies and Astronomy were created after the “Astrologer” sought rules and discovered the secrets from the stars, it didn’t an she accomplished everything by herself.”
“The symbols you see on the stone walls, are the star trajectories imprinted by the “Astrologer” and other apostles observed, so tracks are effective, others invalid… Observing the stars, like the constellations and astrological houses you know, it’s not ford by randomly categorizing stars in the sky together.”
“Thus, the drafts on the stone walls are a form of visualized exploratory process.”
“So successful, so unsuccessful, and others still on the way…”
“What you see is not uneven symbols, but the road they took.”
Tian Bufan’s voice resonated in Lin Yi’s heart like a great bell, making him feel tremors.
“The road they took…” He squinted his eyes, lost in thought.
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