Julian looked at the blue light in front of her calmly, and looked at Sartre, who was already blurred under the starry light, without any sign of anxiety in her eyes.

"Are you sure you won't help him?" Cang Lao's voice sounded again.

Due to the starlight barrier, Sartre was not afraid of hearing this old voice.

In fact, Sartre had no time to pay attention to the situation outside at this time, and had to devote himself to the inscriptions of the talisman.

Julian nodded silently and said nothing.

"According to his performance, I'm afraid he won't know what to do until he dies, you've been waiting for so long in vain."

"He will," Julian slightly manipulated the extraordinary aura as he felt the faint trembling from his feet.

During a few breaths, the trembling feeling of the entire Star Tower became more obvious, and even the tower body itself swayed faintly.

Now, not only the apprentices, but also many tutors and even the deputy tower masters were a little unable to sit still.

What is Julian doing?

Didn’t it be agreed that he would only hold an advanced ceremony for his apprentice?

Why is there such a big stir?!

"It's almost critical. If it continues, He will wake up." The old voice had to speak out to remind Julian.

"I'm a good deal," Julian said, standing with his hands behind his back, his gray robe floating slightly under the influence of the scattered starlight.

At this moment, under the influence of the condensed starlight, the wind began to blew in the originally enclosed room, and the illusory spirituality began to intervene and interfere with reality.

"He's almost gone." The old voice reminded Julian.

The originally blue starry light is even more dazzling at this moment, even a little dazzling, but correspondingly, the starry light contained in it has reached a staggering level.

Even ordinary silver-level gold-coin-type extraordinary people may not be able to control such a huge starlight in one breath, but in Sartre's hands, through the dual effects of rituals and spices, he still grabbed the reins of the starlight tightly.

Under his control, Xinghui was just busy and unchaos, and there was no riot or stuck.

Sartre's hair was already wet with cold sweat. Even though the whole situation was still within his control, he knew that there was not much time left.

As the starlight accumulates, there will always be times beyond his control. At that time, a large amount of starlight will completely disperse his body, and may even cause considerable damage to the Star Tower itself.

However, what made him desperate was that before he could find a solution, another magnificent star light washed down!

Teacher, I really can't hold on!

Just like holding a paper belt and tying an evil dog, Sartre's soul is struggling to attract the starlight, trying to make the starlight flow so that the ceremony can purify the starlight itself.

But this is just a drop in the bucket. After all, the purity of the starry light that can be mobilized by the Star Tower is already quite high. No matter how much the ritual is purified, it cannot further compress the volume of the starry light.

At this moment, he only has one way to go, that is to draw talisman inscriptions!

However……

Sartre stared at the illusory white paper in front of him and sighed a long time.

His mind was blank, and he didn't even have the courage to write on it and draw even the first trace.

He didn't know what was wrong, he could only feel palpitations and confusion.

It was not until this moment that he finally understood what step he had been stuck in in the past few years.

teacher……

Even if you let me enter and exit the spire of the tower every day to feel the breath of fate,

Even if you let me learn the comparison of many rituals and spices,

Even if you help me complete the prophecy ceremony with your own hands,

Even my prediction has indeed received feedback from fate...

But I still don’t know what fate is!

Let me tell you a joke. As the apprentice of the Lord of Star Tower, a gold coin-type extraordinary person who has been stuck in the bronze level for too long, and a supernatural person who has completed the prophecy ritual, he still doesn’t know what fate is!

The extraordinary power comes from personal cognition. If he does not know what fate is, cannot express his understanding of fate, and cannot further transform the inscriptions of the extraordinary aura condensed talisman seals that are full of inscriptions in his body, then of course it is impossible to successfully advance.

And this means that he is about to watch himself die.

The originally smooth ritual has begun to become difficult, and the control ability of the ritual has reached the upper limit. The originally harmless and pure starlight has begun to infiltrate his soul uncontrollably.

Several azure blue color blocks began to gradually faint on the white paper soul.

The clear consciousness began to gradually blur, Sartre could already feel the world around him began to distort, and his cognition had been changed with the assimilation of starlight.

This was originally a ritual that the prophet should have completed, but unfortunately his soul had not been deliberately strengthened like the prophet, and he could not withstand such a massive amount of starlight, even Sorsand now can't do it!

Are you going to die?

"You haven't taken action yet?" The old voice from outside began to urge.

"I believe in him." Julian said concisely.

In a trance, Sartre saw scenes silently listing in front of him, and various sounds lingering in his ears...

He could not see the paintings clearly, nor could he hear the sounds clearly, and could only vaguely feel that it seemed to be a certain picture or a certain sound in a certain time and space in the past, present, and future.

Are you going to die?

I'm so sorry for the teacher, I wasted so many resources...

But in this case, Sorsand should have attracted the attention of the teacher, right?

Just Aaron...

etc?

Aaron, the two-color gold coin, the player of the string of fate?

The spiritual consciousness that was magnified by unlimited pre-death dying made Sartre capture some indescribable feeling.

An extremely bold and absurd idea suddenly surged into his heart.

Could it be that he also found the wrong person this time?

Could it be that he is not looking for Aaron, but someone else?

There are deviations in cognition itself.

Only in this way can he explain why he clearly felt the breath of fate, but in the end he still couldn't even draw a single stroke.

Is the so-called feeling of fate itself an illusion that he has thought about day and night?

My talent is so poor that even with the help of my teacher, can I still find the wrong prophecy object?!

this……

A flash of thought took root in his mind in a flash, and it couldn't be removed, and his mind was full of this ridiculous and ridiculous idea.

Sure enough, I still couldn't make a correct prediction even if it was just one time...

If Aaron was here, he probably should have said those nouns that he didn't quite understand?

He smiled bitterly and closed his eyes peacefully.

Teacher, you might have really misread someone...

In another moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, who had closed his eyes and waited for death.

etc!

Since the teacher did not take action, where did Aaron's strong aura of fate come from?

Since the prophecy was wrong, how could it be that he could meet Aaron so by chance?

On this continent, who is still able to change his destiny for Aaron?

Is this destined to happen or an unintentional coincidence?

No, there is only one river of fate...

You are destined to make wrong prophecies and guided by wrong prophecies, you are destined to meet wrong people, but you are destined to be perfectly in line with your cognition and setting.

In the face of the long river of destiny, all coincidences are destined!

Is this fate?

This is indeed!

Almost at the moment when this thought arose, the starlight that was almost condensed into a solid body finally found the outlet of catharsis, tilted down like an avalanche, and smashed heavily on the white paper symbolizing the soul.

"uh-huh?"

As if he sensed something, Julian looked up, and his perception came outside through the thick tower wall, but only saw the deepest night.

The stars are everywhere, and the Milky Way is hanging high.

But now it is clearly still during the day!

Change the astronomical phenomena?

Before Julian could react, the sky darkened, and countless stars contributed their respective star brilliance without hesitation, and all came along with the guidance of the Star Tower.

In just one breath, the Tower of Stars was illuminated by the starry light that swarmed in as bright as day.
To be continued...