Chapter 1044: Chapter 749: Immortal’s Clock
A fla ignites in the room.
But the burning fla emits neither light nor heat, upon closer inspection, one can discern the souls dancing within the fire.
As Tristramy reached the altar, the surrounding stone pillars were already covered in somber white fla, withered hands on the stone platform groped the engravings on it.
Her body trembled slightly, as if she had exerted all her strength, and then the stone platform opened to both sides, a silvery white brazier slowly rose.
A crack opened on Tristramy’s forehead, and a glowing Gold Coin squeezed out, but unlike before, this ti a viscous liquid seed to coat its surface.
Tristramy’s expression was particularly hideous.
“Ah… ah…”
She let out a series of suppressed low growls, and with a tallic clang, the Gold Coin fell as all the surrounding flas converged upon it.
“Let see, what secret are you hiding?”
Tristramy’s eyes beca cloudy, and at the sa ti, under the burning of the pale fla, the Gold Coin gradually lted.
A scene erged before her eyes.
Mountains and forests, a delicate manor, a peaceful life.
Tristramy morized the faces one by one, with so doubt showing on her face. But soon, as ti flowed, the past traced in the scene beca more and more detailed, drawing closer to the original starting point.
Rumble!
Like the creation of the world, she saw a mist-shrouded world, and then a figure appeared out of nowhere.
That ordinary body contained unimaginable power, the collision of rules disturbed the Mist, and the suppression of the world ensued.
Tristramy’s face was nearly transparent, a sign of severe overexertion of Soul Power, but at this crucial mont, she naturally wouldn’t give up easily.
A beast-like roar escaped her throat, her left eye suddenly exploded, shattered Soul Shards transford into a stream of light and injected into the pale fla.
At this mont, the lting speed of the Gold Coin slightly slowed, allowing her to find more details in the scene before her.
“So that’s it… this is how it is!”
“That body originally belonged to you!”
Crack!
The fla extinguished, the Gold Coin that was almost lted returned to normal, but clearly, the ritual Tristramy conducted consud a substantial amount of energy from the Gold Coin.
Its glow was noticeably dimd.
“Very well, since that body is not ownerless, I have enough reason to persuade those folks.”
“For their goals, even if it ans sparking a world war, it’s worth it.”
Taking deep breaths, gradually calming the weakness inside, Tristramy straightened her body, and at this mont, her left eye was a hollow void.
To manipulate the threads of fate, one must always prepare for backlash.
Leaving the room, Tristramy ascended the steps, soon reaching the top of the solitary cliff.
As she neared, the surrounding scenery changed, a modest palace slowly erged, entering it, the vast hall held only a single bronze bell.
Each symbol on the bell traversed as if a living entity.
The Gold Coin-shaped mark flashed and disappeared, simultaneously activating the symbols on the bell.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The entire bell shook violently, but strangely, no sound emitted.
The Immortal’s Clock.
The world of the Soul Realm is vast and boundless, each Immortal dwells in solitude, and more importantly, except for a limited few, most Immortals choose to enter slumber.
Such existences, not to ntion waking them, even finding them is a luxury to forget.
But at this mont, Tristramy rang this ancient bell, precisely the tool for communication among the Immortals.
Yet her action was so radical, when ringing the bell, she nearly exerted maximum force, this sound enough to affect most Immortals.
It could forcibly wake them from slumber.
Crack, crack, crack!
After violent shaking, fine cracks appeared on the surface of the bell, accompanied by a series of crisp sounds, shattered fragnts splattered everywhere.
“To be honest, I wish I hadn’t heard the sound of your ringing.”
A slightly complaining voice rang out, and at the side of the hall, surrounding the bell, a vague figure slowly appeared.
“Free so of your energy from the whirlpool of reality power struggle, soon you will be glad you heard an on from fate.”
“Oh….”
The initially responding voice humd nonchalantly, most people kept a respectful distance from Tristramy.
After all, no one likes a person who frequently talks about fate.
“When life is too long, one needs to find an outlet, don’t tell , haven’t you also supported a girl?”
“What’s her na again?”
“Forget it, not important, but it seems we have similar hobbies.”
“Heh, different, our purposes are different.”
“Olivia is my new attempt, you all will understand one day.”
Tristramy retorted.
“What’s different?”
At this mont, another voice sounded.
At this point, the energy in the hall stabilized, the previously erging phantom solidified gradually, naturally, what appeared here couldn’t be the true forms of other Immortals.
It was rely a part of their consciousness summoned by the bell.
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