Preface (This chapter is free)

The ancient and mysterious Babylonian kingdom, the mysterious city of sky, has a towering astrological tower.

The Astrology Tower is the holy land of astrologers in the kingdom. The astrologers hold the power of destiny in their hands, which determines the success or failure of this extraterrestrial kingdom.

The king bowed under the astrological tower in awe. He was not saluting the astrologers, but running the rituals to the unpredictable fate.

This is an indispensable procedure for secular people to enter the astrological tower.

The king came to the top of the astrological tower.

He looked at the white curtain in the room on the top of the tower with worry, heard the sound of coughing from inside, and then looked at the expressions of the astrologers around him, wanting to use this to judge the condition of the high priest inside the curtain.

The High Priest was the most noble man in ancient Babylon and the head of the astrologer.

But every astrologer has a dull look, which is unpredictable.

"Help me out." A dull voice sounded inside.

"High Priest!" Several astrologers around who had been calm all the time changed their faces when they heard the people in the curtain say this.

"You should not meet with secular people at this time. What's more, your body-"

"It's okay." The high priest said weakly, "We are not secular people after all, and we always have moments of birth, old age, sickness and death."

"But the high priest..."

"Life is a game. If you choose to walk a path, you will eventually get the ending you deserve. What's interesting is that no matter how you choose, no one knows who is the winner until the last moment. A true wise man does not always make the right choice, but never lacks the courage to make decisive choices. I have also made my own choices, and you should be happy for me."

"The high priest is wise." Several astrologers said with tears in their eyes.

The king didn't understand a word, but he already felt something bad in his heart.

The high priest walked out of the curtain and refused the support from the people around him.

The king has forgotten that he had not seen the high priest for many years. He only saw the high priest when he ascended the throne when he was a child. His vague impression of childhood has long been replaced by awe for many years.

It turned out that the high priest did not have a very tall and majestic figure. He was so young and looked only in his thirties.

The invasion of the disease has made him extremely thin, but his eyes are very bright, like stars.

"King, I know what it means to come today."

"High Priest..."

"No need to say more." The high priest closed his eyes.

The king knelt on one knee: "For Babylon, please choose a new high priest."

"It's not that I don't want to save this country." The high priest looked at the sky with hazy eyes, "King, Babylon's energy has been exhausted. After my death, no one in the country will be recognized by the Zhoutian Star Map. Perhaps this is a destined thing, so you don't have to say more."

After a pause, the high priest said, "King, leave here, leave this city of sky, and take your subjects back to the earth, and return to the earthly world."

"High Priest..." The king was sad.

"Just treat it as a dream."

More than ten years ago, the only high priest who could understand the Zhoutian star map appeared. In order to avoid the war, Babylon built this city, and the high priest used the power of stars to hang the city in the air.

So a paradise appeared in a sky city.

More than a decade later, the war in the secular world has subsided, and the high priest is about to die of illness.

If you lose the support of the power of stars, the City of Sky will crash.

But the high priest said that if a new high priest could not be found, he could not give it to others, so he could only order everyone to prepare for the funeral.

After the king left, the high priest looked at the sky quietly for a while, then returned to the curtain and continued to lie on the bed.

No one knows what this respected high priest was thinking. He was recalling his life.

He remembered the happy times when he was playing games with his father when he was a child, the days when he only knew how to play and was scolded by his family when he grew up, and the Qing practice after becoming a high priest.

Sometimes, I really hope to be an ordinary person.

Because he is a high priest and has a noble status, there are many things that are destined to be unable to do. I feel that my limit is approaching, but I find that the deepest thing in my memory is the happiness brought to him by childhood games.

The high priest made a wish silently in his heart.

God, if you can hear my whispers...

In the pious prayer, the high priest stopped breathing.
Chapter completed!