Unknown semi-plane.

The tail of the meteor crossed the void, like a vibrant vitality on the dead purple-red sky, emitting a green spirit full of life over the dangerous cliffs in the half-plane.

Plane observer Evandel stood alone on the balcony outside the bedroom where the wind roared.

The carrier pigeon from Imprint City stopped here through the layers of plane portals.

Next to the observer, two fifteen-foot-high stone statues stand on both sides, with a giant dragon on one side and an immortal bird on the other.

In the semi-plane, there are countless stone statues like this, which are unique.

They squat on the high walls of the semi-plane ancient city. They have both the Barol Flame Demon in the bottomless abyss and the Yugros Demon in the Jiaoyan Hell. Even the evil spirits and ancient evils hidden in the unknown land of the multiverse have never been absent.

When he first arrived at the semi-plane and took office as an observer, he was uneasy because of the hideous stone statues all over the city.

As time goes by, he has become accustomed to it.

Now, he even regarded them as old friends, staring at the sky anxiously with him.

The plane observer Evandel has always believed in his eyes. Having said that, he has never seen such a dazzling meteor at his age, nor has he seen meteors, and at the same time, mixed with the breath of life representing nature and the arcane energy representing magic.

This is the headquarters of the Source Believers' Society located in the ether plane, and the balcony where he stood was called: The God of Viewing.

For the God-Entering Believers at the Source, all life comes from the same divine source, and exhibits higher or lower forms according to the performance in the trial.

Because life is the furnace forges personality and spirit, sharp thinking is the best way to learn from experience.

So one can recognize the trials of existence and know how to overcome them.

Only in this way can they be elevated to a more brilliant form.

Whenever this level of life form appears in the multiverse, a meteor that cuts through the sky will appear on the observation platform.

Based on the light emitted by the meteor, observers can judge the strength of this tester who completed the trial and gave birth to the divine nature, so that they can be captured to their position in order to study the mystery of divinity.

The meteor in front of me is clearly visible during the day.

This made him realize that this could not help but represent the divine potential of the Trialer, and it also proved that the Trialer was likely to be born in the ether plane.

The observer Ewendell couldn't help but wonder if his stone statue friend had ever witnessed such a vision.

After all, they had lived here long before he arrived, and they would last forever after his death.

They may have really witnessed the birth of many gods, or they may understand what this means.

It would be great if the statue could speak. Although it sounded a bit ridiculous, he rubbed his fingers against the rough black stone surface and thought to himself.

"Teacher Ewendell, someone is visiting." His apprentice appeared behind him at some point and whispered, as if he was unwilling to disturb his meditation.

The observer turned around, turned away from the half-plane Aose, held the stone statue of the Immortal Bird with one hand, and said, "Help me sit down, and then invite the guests in."

The apprentice held his hand and led him into the study.

Evandel was also light when he was young, but over the past thousand years, he failed to complete his own trials by the God-Entertainment believer.

To be precise, no one who ascended the gods failed to complete his own trial.

His legs were already weak and unstable, and his mental health was also deteriorating.

It is said that the Temple of the Imprint City is about to send a new successor to replace it.

He didn't care about this, and there was always someone who took over the observer's position.

He asked the young man to place himself at the desk, which was filled with books and paper, "Take guests in, don't let them wait for a long time."

The observer waved weakly and urged the apprentice to act quickly.

He himself was already a powerless and hasty person. His hands were covered with wrinkles and spots. Under the dry and thin skin, dense blood vessels and dry bones could be seen almost.

The guest who followed the apprentice was an elf with long fiery red hair and shiny eyes, holding a ball of dancing flames in her hand.

Ewendell, who observes everything in detail, knows that this is the Red Flame Angel of the Ai Thorn Clan.

They like to sing and dance around a bonfire than anything else.

But this seemingly boring hobby conceals the serious attitude they possess as guardians of art and beauty.

As angels who devote all their body and mind to art and love, they are ready to take up weapons to protect the art they cherish and the artists who created them.

The Red Flame Angel is also one of the most popular ones among the Ai Thorns Clan.

They often wander around like bards, admiring everything from the magnificent sunset to the exquisite stage art.

This made him wonder whether it was compassionate or cruel to let a Red Flame Angel act as an observer and silently guarding the observation deck?

"I've heard of you, Miss Cially, the heir to the Observer," Evandel said slowly. "It is said that in a public interview, you want to drive away the main materialist in the Imprint City and to create a new faction, a faction that is anti-matter world, called: Planets supremacy."

"Yes, Mr. Ewendell." The beautiful angel of Red Flame replied with a little thought.

"I cannot ignore the overcrowding of our great cities, nor can I tolerate the parasites in the main material world taking away job opportunities, daily necessities and food that should belong to the planet, nor can I pretend to ignore the brainless vampires that pollute our land and abuse our great ladies' portals."

"So, Miss, what exactly do you want to get by arousing the antimatter emotions?" Evandel asked curiously.

"Simply put, take back our city, because more and more bastards fell from their rude and rude planes, and we must stop this flooding before they drown them." Miss Red Flame Angel said gritting her teeth.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this moment, Ewendell finally understood why the president sent her as an observer.

"To be honest, I am hostile to any master I meet." She then added:

“And to free our city from the control of the brainless bastard, I would hire any plane creature that would help me. Naturally, that includes a portion of the supporters I have gained in the speaker hall.”

Ivandel was silent for a long time and said slowly, "Miss, in my opinion, your extreme remarks are nothing more than rushing to gain a place in the speaker's hall. Of course, it is also possible that Asura Kouyi forced you to gain higher rights in order to help him sell arms to the devil in the bloody battle."

"...My followers will not be grateful to hear such a despicable lie that spit out of your mouth. You may not be as promising as I thought. Maybe you are still bleeding from the main material guy's blood, right?" The Red Flame Angel retorted.

"That's not important anymore, our conversation ends here." Ewendell raised his hand and said to her:

"I found a meteor mixed with arcane energy and life breath. This is the most dazzling meteor I have seen in my observation for nearly a thousand years. The whole process has been recorded by me on the observation platform. The important task of finding this meteor in the ether plane is now given to you. If we can find the position of this meteor, for us ascendant, we will undoubtedly further prove the correctness of our philosophy."

"I will come to help you make up for your regrets." The red flame angel replied. The flames ignited in her bright eyes meant that she attached great importance to this meteor. "No new god can escape my observation."

Ewendell nodded slightly, activates the portal, and disappears.

The city is shrouded in haze.

It is wrong to call it dusk, because there is no sunlight spreading in the sky, no silvery clouds hanging above the low horizon, and no deeper blue spreading in the dome.

Only the gradually increasing dark grey leaked out from the closets and niches of hundreds of shabby houses in the city, spreading to the dirty pebbles, like the thick fog on the road, filling the avenue with deadly thick darkness.

In the Imprint City, there is no morning light before dawn, no ending indicates the initial beginning, no death triggers a new birth, only endless dust, passing by all the time, and the wafting gray crosses the intersection between the sun and the dark night.

Some poets enthusiastically talked about the glory of the city, sang the afterglow of the setting sun and spread the roofs, and wrote about the gentle chats and laughter in their cities, but none of them used this method to praise the Imprint City.

Because it is a grey, damp, dirty place, full of noise and quarrel, smooth stones and razor vines.

Although there are locally born poets in the Imprint City who also write about their hometowns, the contents of the writing are not about the glorious sunset or strolling in the park with a sweet perfume smell.

They wrote about things that were not seen in the dark scroll, about how the streets rumbled like a deep pit filled with dying beasts, about decay cleaning the bones of the city.

This is the Seal City: the Surprise Seal City, the Dangerous Seal City, the Incredible Seal City.

Music flows, and the gentle and pleasant notes flow through the ears, floating scattered and soothingly across the streets and alleys of the Ladies' District of Imprint City.

It attracted everyone's ears and whispered them to get closer.

Above this musical background, a graceful soprano sang a melodious song with perfect melody and melodious songs.

Evandel, the observer who stepped down, stepped into the depths of the ladies' area.

He heard these flute-like songs and hypnotic music becoming clearer, like the fairy music of heaven, guiding curious listeners to its source—the chanting fountain.

The chanting fountain is undoubtedly a wonder in the entire Imprint City.

It is located in a grand manner between the city court, the temple and the hotel of the Twelve Presidents.

On a circle of circular stone pools with a radius of 100 feet, many metal sinks are tilted towards the sky, each carrying the water flow from the previous layer of the pool.

Each sink here has its own special pitch, which is very suitable for matching with the musical notes and vocals of the violin.

When the water was at its peak, the sound of the fountain sounded as comforting as the choir of heaven.

But no matter how fascinating these sounds of water are, what ultimately attracts tourists is the singing of the priestess Marianne.

Moreover, only this priestess can see, or to be precise, hear the future of the person who drinks this pool of water.

From the time when I can remember the oldest family in the oldest family in the Imprint City, Marianne has been the guardian of the chanting fountain.

Of course, it is also possible that someone knows the truth, but chooses to remain silent.

This slim priestess looks less than 30 years old on the outside. Her shiny and creamy skin can even reflect the ripples of the pool water. Some fools think that the pool water must be an elixir for eternal youth, but such remarks have never been confirmed.

This priestess who likes to be elegant white cloak often slid gracefully across the streets of Imprint City like ghost fire.

Her flax-colored hair, like a cloak made of corn silk, fell straight to her slender waist.

In fact, the iris and pupils covered with cold shadows in her big eyes are the key to making her name.

In the Imprint City, those doves with gray and green feathers often gather by the pool of the fountain.

Whenever their noisy and sad cooing sounds disturbed the originally pleasant sound of water in the fountain, Marian would stop to collect and dry the feathers of the doves.

Occasionally, she would hand one or two of them to the people who came to listen to music—these small gifts always flatter them.

Of course, she usually pins these feathers on her cloak or between her long hair.

In the hot weather, if a group of white doves surround the fountain all day, Marian's body would be covered with their fallen feathers, which made her look less like a human, more like a beautiful white swan.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Miss Marian." Ewendell slowly walked to the chanting fountain and looked at the priestess, "I am here to ask about the future of that meteor."

Priestess Marian is a prophet of the Believers' Society at the Source. Whenever observers discover meteors with endless potential on the God Platform, they will come to obtain the fragments of the prophecy.

And this is exactly what he came here for.

"The knowledge of divination belongs to my Lord, Mr. Evandel." The priestess nodded slightly, with her usual mysterious smile on her face, and said softly, "He only shares it with me."

"It is not just the feathers of doves that fall into the fountain." She took a feather from her hair and threw it into the fountain. Her sweet voice was as melodious as the music flowing from the singing fountain, "There is a future..."

As usual, Evandel followed the priestess' gaze and looked alone at the singing fountain that was surging.

In a daze, he saw a clear picture appearing in the fountain.
To be continued...