Firefly Journey

Chapter 315 After the Storm, All Grasses Turn Green (7)

Wind Chime looked around and, finding no other way out, focused all her attention on the two strange patterns.

After observing for a while, he said, "Could it be that this sun and moon pattern is the next opportunity?"

Cassius spoke in a cryptic manner, only summoning the two men without revealing any secrets. Perhaps it wasn't that he didn't want to tell them, but rather that he himself was unclear about the matter.

It seems we can only take things one step at a time with this mysterious underground church.

The first thing to do is to leave this sealed space.

The only clue at present is these two strange sun and moon patterns.

They are the key to leaving this place.

After thinking for a long time, Fengling still had no clue. Then she suddenly remembered that there seemed to be another person next to her.

She is not used to relying on others.

This does not mean that she is emotionally detached; it is simply due to her experiences.

Anyone would feel uncomfortable being suddenly transported to another world, and what's even more despairing is not knowing a single person.

When a person discovers that they are the only odd one in the world, the feeling is indescribable. It's as if everything is irrelevant to them, as if they are rejected and isolated by the world.

The original owner's parents treated Fengling very well, and she was willing to reciprocate. However, she understood that there was always a barrier between them, a barrier stemming from a deep-seated denial, which was directed at the issue, not the person.

Because of her unusual background, she considers herself lonely and is unwilling to be entangled with this world.

Until three years ago, when I went to the town of the principality.

Through her interactions with the boys in the small town, she discovered that there were people here who shared the same beliefs as those in his original world.

Even though he was a local, she was still willing to date him.

If the girl didn't like it, how could she have agreed to that request when she left St. Louis College?

The way back was right in front of her, and she didn't want to get involved with any more people or things, not even him.

"Did you notice anything?" Wind Chime asked.

Lin Yuanran had been looking at the two patterns, whether he was pretending or genuinely studying them was unclear, since the wind chimes were usually the ones in charge when the two of them were together.

Lin Yuanran pondered and said, "The sun represents the Papacy, the moon represents the temple, and the alternation of day and night makes up a complete day."

"You may not know this if you don't come to Chu often, but the writing system of Chu is pictographic. The character for sun and moon together is pronounced 'ming'."

The script of the Chu Kingdom was largely the same as that of the countries in the world where it originated. The pronunciation of the sun and moon as two separate characters was different, but the meaning was the same, so they could be used interchangeably.

Lin Yuanran moved closer, stretched out his hands, one hand on the sun and the other on the moon, seemingly lost in thought.

Wind Chime's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

A few seconds later, Lin Yuanran channeled his magic power into the pattern.

After absorbing Lin Yuanran's magical power, one of the two patterns, which were divided in two by the diameter line, underwent a change.

The sun pattern emitted light, growing brighter and brighter, while the moon pattern remained unresponsive.

Lin Yuanran turned his head and smiled, "It's your turn to make a move."

The answer is obvious. Lin Yuanran's professions all come from the Holy See of Light, so he can activate the sun pattern representing the Holy See. Therefore, Feng Ling, with her innate profession, can definitely activate the moon pattern as well.

Fengling also stepped forward and stretched her hand forward.

As Lin Yuanran withdrew his hand, he accidentally touched her in mid-air, and the sudden touch stirred a slight ripple in his heart.

Feng Ling's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but no one spoke about it, tacitly understanding each other without saying a word.

A small, crescent-shaped, white hand covered the moon pattern, and magic power was slowly poured in, causing changes to occur.

The sun pattern's light is intense and fiery, just like the real papacy, which has been the head of the ancestral church for millennia.

The moon pattern emits a faint and soft light, like a gentle breeze, creating an indescribable sense of comfort.

The two complement each other, gradually covering the diameter line and merging into one.

Snapped.

Once the two are fully merged, the diameter line opens again, transforming from a line into a slit, and finally into a passable path.

"Let's go," Lin Yuanran said.

"I didn't realize you were somewhat useful."

There are many things you can't see.

Lin Yuanran's words were pointed.

……

……

Danyang, outskirts, at night.

A cold wind blew, lashing against Krumbo's gleaming armor. The purple flames rising from his neck swayed in the wind as he trotted about, the only sound on the earth.

The surrounding magical beasts dared not howl because of the deathly aura emanating from him, for fear of provoking him and suffering the fate of having their souls scattered.

The headless horseman, Krumbo, walked slowly, as if taking a stroll, carefully inspecting everything that had been arranged.

Suddenly, a voice arose from the depths of His heart.

"It must be hard on you to guard the formation day and night."

"Your Highness is too kind. These are all things we should do."

From his youth, Krumbo followed the prince of Clarencia on his campaigns until his death. Later, the prince comprehended the secrets of the underworld and transformed into the Grim Reaper. The first thing he did was to resurrect his former subordinates.

They cannot be considered resurrected; by conventional standards, they have indeed passed away.

Krumbo became one with his warhorse, which is the origin of the headless horseman.

"Yes, that great formation is the medium for absorbing death energy, and it is also the key to my return to the ancient continent. It cannot be lost."

"Your Highness, rest assured, I understand. However..."

"Just what?"

"There is something I don't understand."

"explain."

"Since Your Highness intends to send them back, why not tell Number Two, Number Three, and even Number One, who has been missing for a long time, their identities?"

In Krumbo's view, the three people that Brevich summoned from another world who wanted to be saviors came from the same place, so it wouldn't hurt for them to get to know each other; at least they could find their own kind.

Death said, "You don't understand. In their original world, they were not familiar with each other, did not know of each other's existence, and were not even on the same timeline."

Not on the same timeline?

Krumbo paused, wondering what this meant.

Death explained, "Breaking the spatial constraints and summoning people from another world is no easy task. Even with my power, it requires long-term planning."

Therefore, the people summoned may not live in the same era. In other words, the three of them not only did not know each other in their original world, but they may have even lived in different times, hundreds or thousands of years apart.

They might not even see each other again after they go back, so why bother them? Let them go back to where they came from. They're unwilling to help, and we can't kidnap them, so let's just leave it at that.

Perhaps I was wrong from the start; I shouldn't have listened to that old man and given those three a bad experience.

"Our world ultimately depends on ourselves."

“I’ve oversimplified things,” Krumbo said.

"Perhaps knowing that I planned to send the three back after this incident, I was able to sense Number One's aura again a few days ago."

"He's clever enough. Where is that guy?"

“Chestanton. He created it, perhaps wanting to take one last look before going back.”