Friston looked at him and smiled, "You did not refuse responsibility."

Fang Zhu was silent.

Reasonably, he shouldn't have been so muddy. He could not be sure that what the other party said was true, nor was he a member of the empire. But intuition and logic told him that Friston had no reason to lie, and he had already noticed it.

What's more, people have feelings.

Friston read the meaning from his eyes and nodded slightly.

It is precisely this way, love, family, friendship, and the strongest emotions that connect people with the world, making them the wisdom and emotional creatures that distinguish them from those ignorant beasts. If it weren't for loving someone deeply, how could he have come to this point?

"But I never regret it," Friston said, "because the people I love once existed in this world, lived on this land, the empire I miss and love was because of the people and things I know, my childhood, and the people around me were born here, and human feelings can surpass everything, so I must protect it."

He looked at Fang Ling, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Fang Zhu nodded.

The people around him were not always the callers, and there were many people like Silmide and Miss Tata who grew up here, and this world was their bond to him, like a bond that could not be cut off.

If he could, he naturally wouldn't want to see all this beautiful thing coming to an end.

Whenever, no matter what way.

Friston then smiled and said, "There is more than one empire in this world," he said with a smile. "You have known for a long time that you are not an imperialist, or even a visitor to this world."

Fang Zhu looked at the other person in surprise.

"About the Selected," Friston replied, "I have never seen it, but I have known it. You should have heard of the Great Prophecy. There are astrology in our world. In fact, before the founding of the kingdom of mortals, visitors from another world had also gone to Aitalia, and you had heard of them-"

"Elf?"

Friston nodded.

really.

The Noumerlin elves were indeed the previous generation of callers.

But what is the reason why the callers pass through the Star Gate, and how did the Star Gate choose them?

Fang Rong remained silent. Of course, he was not helpless. If the imperialists were really planning some plans that were unfavorable to the whole world, there would be Kaurin-Ishurien, the Hill of the Giant Trees, and Rotao to stop the Oshu people.

That is the whole world.

But the premise of everything is that he wants to prove that everything is true.

He looked at the other person.

Friston said: "The Soul School was developed by me, and everything promoted in this technical field was led by me, so I naturally left a means of coping," he seemed very confident, "First of all, in my time, this technical route was actually flawed-"

First, the extraction of the soul can be reversed.

Secondly, it is not truly eternal, but will pass away with the passage of time.

Another flaw is that even if the soul is recorded, a person's life is frozen here and the soul cannot grow.

"By these two points," Friston said, "you have mastered the two most core secrets of the Soul School. These things are unknown to those who are latecomers. It is possible that only you and 'him' know. But as for how to find a way to deal with 'him', that's your business."

He looked at Fang Zhu, "Of course, I won't let you deal with myself with nothing. I left you a little gift for this long time."

"A little gift?"

"Do you still remember the soul seal I mentioned?"

Fang Yu recalled, "Are you talking about the two messages you left to 'him'?"

Friston shook his head, "It's a longer piece of information than that, just like giving a person a memory and experience."

"Just like the 'knowledge infusion' spell, can people have the magic that can give people the corresponding knowledge in a short period of time?" Fang Yu asked.

"It's not just a short time, but a permanent relevance of knowledge," Friston replied.

Fang Yu was shocked when he heard this, "It happened out of thin air? How could that be possible?"

"It's impossible," Friston shook his head. "The starlight records everything. We cannot easily increase or decrease it. It will bring a catastrophe to the world. But on the other hand, if it is produced out of thin air, it is impossible. What about transferring knowledge?"

"Knowledge...migration..." Fang Yu looked at the genius from 700 years ago incredibly, wanting to know what he was thinking in his mind.

"I left here seven hundred years ago, just a part of me. Another part of my independent personality stayed in this tower to verify everything, and to test the ending for hundreds of years, is to leave a layer of insurance for the recklessness that year," Friston replied. "What I left for myself is enough to allow him to implement the remaining plans, and I believe he can't use the extra things."

Fang Yu suddenly reacted and looked at the other party in disbelief, "That is, this is not an image, Mr. Friston?"

Friston laughed, with a satisfied look on his face, "You finally reacted, a little faster than I thought."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But wait," Fang Yu had already fully understood the causes and consequences, "The so-called migration, then aren't you..."

"Yes," Friston nodded, "but you don't have to worry about memory, emotions, those that have some effect on me. I won't give you, you can choose," he replied casually, "I will give you real knowledge."

"But a person's soul is completely based on all his past experiences, memories and experiences," Fang Yu asked back, "How can it be infinitely subdivided?"

"You thought of it too," Friston nodded, "You said it right. I originally divided myself into two, relying on the power of the tower. But how can a man really divide himself into two? He has become paranoid because of me. Now I give everything to you, and I will naturally return to the starlight."

"But……"

Fang Yu had already realized what the other party was entrusting.

But Friston shook his head gently, "I have been in this lonely time for too long. I see the end of time, the end of the world, and everything after the starlight is gone. I am alone waiting for the arrival of a successor to correct the mistakes I have made."

"Now," he said, "I have finally waited, and I have lived too long and seen too much. No one in this world can last forever."

Fang Yu was stunned when he heard this.

Friston reached out to him, "Remember my words, no one can live forever."

...

After a long darkness.

Fang Zhu stretched out his hand and pressed on the thick door.

He saw the back of his hand pale. In the cycle of reincarnation where there was no sunshine all year round, time seemed endless, and only at the last moment he witnessed the bloody setting sun and everything that followed.

He seemed a little silent.

With just a little force on his hand, the door slowly opened outward. It was noon behind the door. The strong sunlight shone in through the eaves of the tower arch, making him subconsciously raise his hand to block the front. He was in darkness all year round, which made him almost feel uncomfortable.

How long have he been in the tower? He can't remember it.

The final battle seemed to last until the end of time. Although the reference system of the last time was almost certainly different from the previous level, Fang Yu almost doubted whether the outside world had passed several years.

The dislocation of time made him feel unreal, and the warm and scorching sunlight pulled him back to the real world. Outside was a dark green forest, and he could already see the spire of the Selva Church - a corner of the airship tower in the distance.

His heart was a little quiet.

Seven hundred years ago, were the scenery that the three geniuses had seen the same as what they saw at this moment?

After a brief silence, Fang Rong saw many gazes, all kinds of people, looking at him with a surprised expression. The expressions on the faces of those people were different. They were stunned for a moment, and then immediately rushed towards this direction.

Outside the tower is a hustle and bustle of voices.

He was unfamiliar, asking questions one by one.

"What happened in the tower, Mr. Ed?"

"Mr. Ed, have you passed the last red door?"

"Why did it take so long, Mr. Ed?"

"Mr. Ed, what did you see?"

What did he see?

He met three people who loved this world deeply, and the photos taken in the tower were like their confession to this world.

Fang Yu suddenly remembered something, and just remained silent, lowered his head and walked forward with the crowd.

Ming told him not to talk nonsense.

After staying in the illusory time for too long, he actually felt a little exhausted. He raised his head - raising his right hand, wearing magic gloves with his right hand - in front of him, patterns naturally grew on the ground of the tower, forming an alchemy style, and entangled with each other.

Then the soil and rocks grew upwards, forming half of the wall. He was one left and right, and the stone wall automatically separated the crowd from left to right, forming a road. People were pushed away from left and right, and looked at this scene in surprise:

What kind of alchemy is this?

"Creation Technique," someone shouted, "This is the Elf Creation Technique. He has shown it in the Silver Tower. He did not expect that he could really show the same power in the real world-"

But they had never seen Fang Zhu perform such alchemy, almost as magic as miracles.

He doesn't need a reminder.

The reporters from various newspapers have raised the projection crystal in their hands and recorded the scene one after another.

But people still talked: "Do you think his condition looks a bit strange?"

"Indeed," someone replied, "this Dragon Alchemist from Korlin-Ishurien is not very good at dealing with questions and answers on weekdays, but at least it is not like this," he asked his companion, "Will he not pass the fourth red door?"

"It's normal that I didn't pass, and no one could have passed. So from the perspective of time, Rofen should be slightly better than him."

"I didn't expect that the Empire was better," people said, "but how could he stay in the tower for so long?"

Fang Yu naturally heard the comments.

But he suddenly felt someone approaching him, and then the man grabbed his hand and pulled him to the side.

He looked in that direction in shock, and saw Ms. Ming coming to him and pulling him out, saying to him, "Come with me, don't pay attention to those people."
To be continued...