Chapter 871: Chapter 848: Helping with Enlightennt
Just as predicted by Alamir, after Lancelot ‘dealt’ with the undead knight who was once a King’s Iron Guard with a mouthful, there was no more obstruction ahead. Combining Kalalin’s map records and Lancelot’s spirit perception, they advanced as if they were in an uninhabited area, all the way to the edge of the Stygian Lake with its black waters.
Since they ca from a different direction this ti, the several buildings they had explored last ti were now located across the small lake. The lake was not particularly wide, with a diater of about half a mile. Walking around the lake would still take quite a while, but they were not yet sure if it was necessary.
Misty fog shrouded the lake’s surface, making it difficult to see the scenery on the other side. However, everyone realized sothing was amiss—the last ti they left, they had nearly been buried in the ruins of the tower, yet now that tower stood tall again on the shore, silently watching the ominous black lake.
“I don’t like that tower,” Bruto sat on a charred log, propping his chin with the handle of his warhamr, “Should we go tear it down again?”
“If we really need to,” Lancelot shrugged and turned to the half-elf beside him, “So, Tanya, any feeling—?”
“Still nothing,” The half-elf replied sullenly but suddenly stopped, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Aha! Got an inspiration?”
“It seems the ntor… wants to tell sothing…” Tanya’s already pale face lost all its color as she spoke hesitantly, “Sir Lancelot, could you… accept my sensory sharing? I fear I still cannot understand what the ntor intends…”
“Sure, I can, but…” Lancelot scratched his head, “Are you sure an outsider can understand what your ntor wants to express?”
“I’m not sure, but if the answer is yes, you are the most likely to succeed,” Tanya nodded earnestly, “Please!”
“Alright,” Lancelot nodded to Kalalin beside him, “Do it.”
“Gladly at your service, please sit down, both of you.”
The scholar rarely made a joke, but now he did, with an exaggerated gesture taking out a bundle of scrolls from his bag as if he were a high-end restaurant’s waiter presenting the week’s chef selections. After a brief silent chant and a few simple syllables, he conjured a faint green magical aura, binding the human knight and the half-elf with a divination spell.
When the spell took effect, Lancelot had a marvelous feeling as if he were both standing still watching Tanya and looking at himself through Tanya’s eyes, like seeing another person reflected in a mirror. However, this was not Lancelot’s first ti experiencing such sensations and he quickly adapted to that unique perspective.
Sensory sharing not only shares vision, but also hearing, sll, taste, and skin touch, even including the subject’s emotions. At this mont, Lancelot could clearly feel the half-elf’s anxiety and fatigue, along with a cautious expectation.
“I’m ready,” He nodded at Tanya, “You can start anyti.”
“Okay.”
Tanya exhaled softly and slowly closed her eyes. Lancelot mimicked her action to avoid his own vision interfering with what was coming from the half-elf. Monts later, his vision brightened up again; the world beca fragnted, and countless colored blocks flew before his eyes like leaves caught in a gale, accompanied by an unbearable, tallic screech.
Unexpectedly, the little bamboo slip in Lancelot’s sea of consciousness was activated, emitting a cyan light that protected the human knight’s mind and served as a heavy anchor, restoring stability to his divine sense amidst the chaotic storm.
Now Lancelot understood why Tanya’s ntor had shown her several ons, but she could not extract any useful information. It was like tearing a parchnt into dozens of pieces and casting them into the air; even with specialized training, one could not discern any pattern.
Tanya deciphering ‘Witches’ Forest’ was likely a fluke; any more would be beyond her abilities.
But in fact, this was the most famous feature of the Crow Queen—almost incomprehensible, but not entirely insane. Her ascension ritual was just a step from success but slid into a dreadful end due to a series of incidents. She should have perished in the vortex of magic power, but although not yet a deity, she was no longer mortal, surviving from that horrific event.
However, while she survived, the Crow Queen could no longer communicate normally, manifest any form, or even retain her original na within the multiverse. Yet the loyal shadow spirits did not abandon their forr Queen, whom they worshiped as a deity, collecting mortal mories to sustain her existence.
Over ti, the Crow Queen finally gathered enough power of faith to bestow divine arts upon her followers and establish spiritual links with so gifted individuals. But one thing remained unchanged: her intentions were difficult to comprehend, as if she had beco an entirely different being, living in a vastly different world, experiencing feelings unimaginable to ordinary people. Scholars likened understanding the Crow Queen to establishing a ntal link between a spellcaster and a deep-sea octopus through a spell.
Yet Lancelot felt sothing peculiar at this mont: perhaps the Crow Queen had actually lost her perception of ti and space, not knowing what speed to express herself nor the correct sequence of content, thus appearing incomprehensible to mortals. Deities transcend ti and space (at least when they are deities), so they could directly communicate with the Crow Queen’s essence, hence Cranvo said he had allied with her.
Lancelot naturally could not yet transcend ti and space, but during his cultivation, he often emptied his mind, quietly contemplating the ‘Tao’ within them, gaining so minor insights. Now, he instinctively employed techniques from his cultivation, sensing everything around him in a mysterious way.
Bit by bit, the world around him began to assemble like a jigsaw puzzle, and the previously chaotic colors started to exhibit a special pattern.
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