Indescribable tarot cards - #330 - Chapter 330 Price

A blue beam of light shrouded the tower spirit, and the originally inconspicuous starlight seemed so dazzling at this moment.

Ta Ling and Tu Antivan were at the pinnacle of mortal life at this time and did not rise to the level of gods.

The power from Julian and the Star Tower can also affect him.

However, this beam of light did not seem to have any lethality. At least the tower spirit bathed in the starlight did not suffer any damage.

Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking at the stars, Sartre felt that the crystal ball in his hand was a little heavier. When he looked down, he found that the originally translucent crystal ball had been filled with azure star power at some point.

In the somewhat illusive blue light and shadow, countless light points symbolizing stars are flickering, as if the crystal ball contains the entire sky.

Sartre realized something and murmured subconsciously: “Teacher…”

He was not a fool. He had already realized it when he saw the change in the crystal ball and the beam of light.

This crystal ball contains the mark set by the teacher himself.

It is conceivable that if he is in danger, this mark will definitely let the teacher know.

Teacher, in fact, I have been paying attention to him!

At this time, Julian’s gentle words came from the sky, “Return.”

In the gold coin system, prophets are better at using rituals and using the spiritual essence in items to use their power.

Compared to prophets who emphasize the existence of their own souls, prophets are more flexible in their methods and can even construct rituals over long distances when necessary.

As a result, the spiritual power was quietly activated.

The light column formed by the condensation of starlight suddenly collapsed, and then transformed into a super giant card phantom.

On this card, the gold coin symbol symbolizing destiny flashes.

This is Julian’s extraordinary card, or in other words, his card projection.

Immediately afterwards, the symbol of the gold coin collapsed, and a majestic aura filled the air.

After becoming above platinum and reaching the pinnacle of mortal life, Julian was naturally able to glimpse a corner of the river of destiny.

…

There is a colorful river across the sky, the atmosphere is mixed, the sound of water cannot be heard, but occasionally splashing waves can be seen.

However, these water splashes returned to the river again after flying not far away, and merged into this silent river again.

The long river flows quietly like this. It has been here since I don’t know how long.

Time means nothing to it, because fate itself does not require time.

Space has no meaning to it, because fate itself cannot tolerate space.

This river flows in boundless loneliness.

In the endless years, countless people have arrived here and taken things away.

It doesn’t care.

Because everything belongs to it.

Losing now only means returning in the future.

It takes no time, it just takes waiting.

At this time, a figure slowly walked onto the river bank and stared down at the magnificent river in front of him.

He knew that every ripple on this river meant a change in fate.

It may be man-made or it may be natural.

And every splash of water means a big change.

He was not the only one who knew his destiny and came here.

The river he saw was just the projection of the river of destiny running through their plane.

He felt something in his heart, turned his head to somewhere and murmured: “I hope we won’t be discovered so early…”

As he spoke, he chuckled, bent down, touched the mighty river of destiny with his palm, and gently held up a palm of the river water.

In this palm of the river, the shadow of an old man can be vaguely seen.

Immediately afterwards, Julian’s appearance was aging rapidly.

His hair gradually turned gray, wrinkles climbed up his cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his eye sockets were sunken.

The only thing that remained unchanged was his calm eyes.

Originally a half-elf, although compared to pure-blood elves, he was a short-lived species.

However, for humans, his lifespan is enough to make most people envious – he can live for at least two hundred years.

Of course, that was him just now.

He can’t live more than three years now.

Anyone who tries to take something away from destiny needs to pay a price.

In this world, the most common price is undoubtedly the origin of one’s own life.

Between the palms, a voice came: “Julian, is it you?”

That was Tu Antian’s voice.

“it’s me.”

“I can’t afford to repay the favor.”

At first, Tu Antivan only wanted Julian to help Talling and him rebuild their souls.

After all, every gold-coin-type transcendent is an outstanding soul master.

Only in this way can his follow-up plans continue.

But what he didn’t expect was that Julian would directly take action and unreasonably fish him out of this long river of fate!

Since he is about to die, the fluctuations in the event line will be kept to a minimum.

Moreover, as a gold coin-type transcendent, he evened out part of his soul essence, allowing Tu Antivan, who was originally exhausted, to survive for a while longer!

A lifespan of more than a hundred years for an extraordinary and powerful man above platinum, in exchange for him living a little longer.

It could be dozens of breaths, it could be hours…

Tu Antivan really couldn’t afford to repay this favor from the dead!

“I tried my best, so I hope you can try your best.” Julian said seriously to the river water in his hand: “I don’t want you to seal Him, I want you to try to kill Him!”

I tried my best to save you, so you have to try your best to kill Him!

That handful of water simply replied with one word: “Okay.”

So, Julian raised his hand, and the handful of river water drew a mysterious arc in mid-air and fell into the long river.

There is a little more insignificant splash on the river of destiny.

However, as the water splashed, there seemed to be a will that felt the change and slowly cast its gaze.

In this long and silent river, a sound like a dog barking suddenly appeared.

Any fluctuations that interfere with destiny will attract attention.

Sometimes He is willing to take action, and sometimes He does not pay attention.

“Anyway, if you can’t live for a few years, this life source is useless.” Julian whispered, and his figure gradually faded away, “If it really succeeds, even if it is just injured, then Sartre will die of old age peacefully, right?”

For every Star Tower Master, old age and death are just a luxury wish.

As for why he was sure that Sartre would become the next Tower Master of the Star Tower…

The reason is simple, he took the back door.

The previous sages of the Tower of Stars already knew Sartre’s name, and the tower spirit also recognized Sartre’s talent.

As for other so-called noises, Julian ignored them.

There is only one Tower Master of the Star Tower from beginning to end, and there can only be one.