Above The Sky

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Just when he saw the scarlet scene all over the street, Ian, who was so astonished, suddenly felt deep in his brain, it could even be said that an organ that was independent of his body, but belonged to him, suddenly produced a wave without any Signs of pain.

This intense pain is like someone put a sea urchin full of seawater and toxins in the brain, and shakes it violently, making Ian hard to breathe in an instant, and he simply knelt down neatly to the ground. No sound came out.

"Hu! Hu..."

The pain came and went quickly. When Ian regained control of his body, he immediately began to breathe heavily. The whole person was like being fished out of water, and cold sweat the size of a grain of rice was dripping from his forehead and temples. It fell down, wetting the neckline.

Of course, Ian is not the ultimate tough guy who wants to endure the screams when he is alone. The reason why he didn't cry out in pain was just because he was so tired that he no longer had any extra strength, and his younger brother was beside him.

Leaning against the wall tremblingly, Ian stood up slowly, and Ian, who had already escaped from the vision of precognition, raised his head with lingering fears and looked out the window: "It seems... my psychic power is too large to take the initiative to observe, or the number of people is too large. So many goals..."

Just now, when Ian was observing the street, he felt that his physical strength was like a flood, and he was almost collapsed in an instant, and he almost fell into a coma.

This is where the shortcomings of the precognitive horizon appear.

It can indeed predict the future on a small scale, determine the cherishment of items, and even lead Ian to make better choices to a certain extent...

But everything is too much, and he can only observe the fate and future trends of a few people at most.

Once the number of people is large, he can exhaust himself to death.

However, this is just too much physical exertion, it does not mean 'can't'.

If Ian is physically strong enough, he guesses that in the future, he may be able to break this limitation and observe the future trend of 'a group of people' and even 'a street', 'a city' and even 'an entire port'!

"What exactly happened just now?"

Slowly standing up, Ian looked puzzled: "The port shrouded in blood..."

"Port Harrison, what exactly are you going to face?!"

Although there is no other evidence, but based on his psionic signs alone, everyone in the entire Harrison Harbor, at least most of them, are caught in a 'certain death situation'!

The crimson mist all over the street even turned into a surging tsunami, reverberating between heaven and earth... Ian pulled the alert to the highest level in an instant, but he didn't know when the crisis would come.

"A storm? A tsunami? Or a thunderstorm, an earthquake?"

"Next to Port Harrison is the Byson Mountains, and there may also be landslides and mudslides caused by heavy rains."

Running to the backyard, Ian looked up at the sky in Port Harrison and the surrounding terrain. He couldn't help but mutter: "There are only things that can cause so many people to die at the same time... Of course, there is also a possibility."

"That's the aboriginal invasion."

"Even, at worst, it's a combination of the above events happening at the same time."

Although it seems calm now, Ian knows that the indigenous people are indeed carrying out pure sacrifices recently - this is a big ritual that even the people of the empire know about, which requires the condensed lives of dozens of living people, and many rare Material.

There are dozens of large and small tribes of the Sequoia natives, and they will put aside disputes when they hold pure sacrifices, and each offer their own best sacrifices to the titular co-owner of the Sequoia tribes, the "Great Shaman".

Ian himself was almost sacrificed as a sacrifice.

Generally speaking, the pure sacrifice is carried out once every ten years. The potion produced in each pure sacrifice can create several ascenders of the first energy level, which is also the most common and the simplest among the major tribes. How to make an Ascender.

Of course, this manufactured sublimator has huge flaws.

In addition, when they sense a great danger, the Sequoia natives will also make pure sacrifices in exchange for the protection of the spirits, and can also temporarily enhance the strength of the tribe.

"The last time the indigenous pure sacrifice was made was eight years ago, the super typhoon that swept the entire southern coast of the empire..."

Ian stared at the dark clouds in the sky surging in the dark, the still falling heavy rain and rumbling thunder did not frighten him, but made him think: "My father in this life also died in that storm. Even sublimation A catastrophe that no one can survive..."

"This time the indigenous people offer sacrifices again, indicating that there is a great possibility that another typhoon with the same intensity or even higher intensity is coming."

"In addition, Mr. Hilliard quietly came to Port Harrison, which seems to be related to this 'abnormality'."

The clues were gathering, and Ian turned his head to look in the direction of the coastline.

The surging waves slapped against the stony bases of reefs, beaches and harbours, colliding violently with a dull tremor like thunder on the ground.

"In the sea?" he whispered to himself, staring at the deep shadows in the sea.

At this moment, Ian, to be honest, really couldn't help but want to open his vision of precognition and stare at the sea. He had a strong premonition that if he did this, he would definitely be able to see some signs and clues.

But just as strong, one might even say, stronger than that hunch was warning Ian.

- Try and die!

Just looking at the street makes me exhausted, how dare I look at the sea? This is no longer daring, it is simply crazy!

"Having a hunch is better than nothing. At least it proves that there is an existence in the sea that is far beyond the scope of things I can predict now."

Closing his eyes and suppressing the desire to observe, Ian shook his head slightly: "When the teacher comes back, I have to tell him what I found."

"It's about the life and death of the whole city... This is not something that can be concealed."

Back in the house, Ian took a deep breath and calmed down.

Then, he came to his younger brother Elan again and began to continue his previous practice.

He continued to condense the source seed.

——No matter what the future is, no matter what the omens are... Gathering the source seed and improving one's own strength can at least change the future of himself and his younger brother.

"The previous prediction proves that my revision direction is correct, and I can indeed rely on the fog on Elan's body to predict whether my decision is correct or not."

"In this way, I only need to correct some small details again, and I can start accumulating Origin Quality, and when it is enough, I will cultivate into Origin Seed in one fell swoop."

Although Ian doesn't know why, just thinking about it in his head can actually reflect the changes in the future... This may be the special feature of the precognition horizon.

There is no answer, no need to think about it.

Peace of mind, Ian closed his eyes.

Between storms and thunderstorms, when lightning pierced the sky outside the window, he began to practice again.

at the same time.

In the east of the city, near the Central Avenue, is the Bai Zhimin Elder Hall.

This square old house made of white stones and covered with vines is located next to the town's energy furnace. In front of it is a tributary of the Iwok River that passes through the city. There is a small yard behind the house, where some commonly used plants are planted. The herbs used in the Elder Hall usually treat the people of Bai for free.

This is the place where the high-level officials of the White People meet and discuss on weekdays. Elder Pude himself often works and rests here, but if there is nothing wrong, no one will come here to trouble the old man, so it is considered quiet.

But today, there was a figure who tiptoed through the rainstorm and walked quickly all the way to the hall.

"Elder, Elder!"

Brin, the herbalist who appeared at the door of Ian's house before, and seemed to have some intentions, was hurriedly saying to the elder's guard, "I have key information to report to the elder..."

Two guards, one left and one right, were already holding Brin's shoulders, ready to throw him out, but heard a tired old voice from upstairs: "Let him come up."

The guard let go of Brin in response, and the herb collector, who had been granted amnesty, breathed a sigh of relief, then sorted out his instrument and walked nervously upstairs.

"What, has the investigation yielded any results?"

In the study on the second floor, Elder Pude put down the official documents and reports in his hand. He looked indifferently at Brin who was saluting him respectfully: "Look at your expression, as I guessed."

"Ian kid, sure enough found you, right?"