"Who are you?" Fang Yun certainly didn't think these were real. The more ordinary the room was, the stronger the contrast in his heart was. "What is your relationship with this illusion?"

But the old man did not answer, but slowly placed the big book in his hand beside the bookshelf, then took out two cups and brewed two cups of tea.

Put a cup in front of him and a cup in front of Fang Zhu, and then slowly sit down opposite Fang Zhu. He raised his head and looked at Fang Zhu through the curling white smoke:

"Illusion?" the old man shook his head, "If everything is not stopped, everything that is happening right now is reality."

Fang Yu frowned, "You mean, is this a prophecy?"

A prophecy about the future?

Thinking of the ash disaster that is happening on the hill of giant trees and the third disaster star that is about to come, then everything you see now may indeed be a foresight of the future.

He couldn't help asking, "So what's this?"

"This is the autumn woodland, don't you recognize it, young man," replied the old man, "at least it was. Have you seen those surging mountains, those are the roots of the holy trees-of course, there are no holy trees at the moment."

Fang Zhu was slightly stunned.

Only then did he recognize the peaks, and he was extremely shocked - no wonder he felt familiar just now - this is the autumn forest, under the holy tree.

It has become like this, so the elf king's court will naturally disappear, so what will happen to the giant tree hill?

I'm afraid Ravenel, Silver Wind Harbor, and Sanshak no longer exist, not just the hill of giant trees, but the entire Aitalia.

He was silent for a while before asking again: "This is a prophecy about when, and when will it happen?"

Fang Zhu is not afraid of prophecy.

Ms. Roman told him that there are many kinds of fate, and that there is a peek about the future that people see, but it doesn't necessarily happen.

"I don't know when this is," the old man picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, shook his head and replied, "Maybe there is no end in this nightmare, yesterday, today and even tomorrow are the same."

"Then how should I get out of this place?"

"I don't know," the old man smiled, still shook his head. "I never considered going out because I don't want to experience it again. I'm here, just studying the sun."

"sun?"

"Yes, it's there." The old man said, looking out the window - as if there was something really in the clouds there.

But the empty eyes were pitch black, just like a reflection of an abyss, and occasionally the red light flashing in the clouds was reflected.

Fang Yu followed the other party's eyes and realized that the dark sky seemed to have something different. It was a sun, a black sun that was completely dark and did not emit any light.

It was like a black hole without accretion disk, which was completely impossible for the naked eye to see. But the endless ether was rushing in that direction, as if it was the last energy of this dying world, and outlining the outline of the disaster star.

"What is that?"

The uneasiness in Fang Rong's heart surged up again. He couldn't say when he had seen a similar scene - it must have never been, but he always felt that that scene was not unfamiliar to him.

He asked tentatively: "Fare Star?"

"No," the old man shook his head, "that's the sun, the young man. The great Lord of Lights, the King of Kings, was there after the final battle."

"It is the last witness of this world, and will be its destroyer, from the beginning of time to the end of time, the last dark people born."

Fang Yu heard a giggling sound, and then realized that his teeth were trembling unconsciously. He finally realized what it was-

That is Ouli, the sun god, who looks like after he fell into darkness.

That's the end of a world.

He finally couldn't sit still anymore. Even if it was just a illusion, the future was too suffocating, even more desperate than the end of the starry sky he had seen in Friston.

"Old man," Fang Rong couldn't help asking, "What did you want me to come to this place?"

"You are wrong, young man," sighed the old man, "it was not that I asked you to come here, but that you should belong here, and I felt something familiar from you."

He looked at Fang Yu, "Do you think this is what this world looks like in the future?"

The elderly elves shook their heads again, "No, this is not the future, but the past. It has happened long ago, before our history."

Fang Yu didn't understand.

But the old man said, "Young man, have you heard the story of the seven thrones?"

Fang Zhu nodded.

"The Cinsas Snake Man pursues a black star and recognizes it as his fate star. The fate star sends envoys, one black and one white."

“That’s the first generation.”

That was the first generation.

Fang Ling suddenly understood what that was the first generation.

It is them, the chosen ones.
Chapter completed!