Chapter 408: The Mark of the Door
After completely breaking down the defenses of the pagan woman, Shara , she responded faster than anyone else.
Fang Xian did not go home, but found a campsite in the wild and listened calmly to Xia La's statement.
"According to what you said... there are many factions within the Falling Star Cult. You belong to the Wind Chaser Faction, and that old man belongs to the Listener Faction? Were you cooperating with them in the previous incident?"
Fang Xian nodded to show his understanding.
Xia La sat on a stone, motionless, like a sculpture.
Her body was covered with mushrooms and mycelium, and only her mouth could move: "Yes... But all of our sects agree on one point, when the stars fall, the Ancient One will be reborn... "
The stars returning to their positions, the stars falling... they are actually the same thing.
Fang Xian nodded solemnly, knowing that his guess was correct.
The Falling Star Cult is very complex and has many members, and is not comparable to the Outsider Cult.
If investigators want to completely eradicate it, they will have to make tremendous efforts and pay a huge price.
"So...what do you believe in?"
Fang Xian thought about it and asked the most crucial question.
"I believe in the existence on the Wild Hunt Throne!" When it comes to faith, Shara becomes very fanatical, like a loyal dog.
Fang Xian pressed his forehead.
When Shara said 'Throne of the Wild Hunt', his inspiration was triggered.
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It was freezing cold, like being naked in the snow.
In the temperature that could freeze one's soul, above the snowstorm, he seemed to see a throne.
Endless ghosts surround it.
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"This status is quite high. It should be similar to the Goddess of Plenty and the King of Dusk..."
Fang Xian forcibly withdrew his inspiration and did not write poetry for Him.
Perhaps such a short poem will be full of "power", but power that is not under his control is useless.
"Okay, let's not talk about these. Let's talk about the power you can control! And some rituals and spells..."
He looked at Shayla and asked.
'This man is not an investigator at all. He is not cautious and restrained at all. Instead, he is fanatically pursuing supernatural powers!' In Shara's heart, there was an epiphany.
This gave her a little confidence.
After all, as long as you come into contact with supernatural forces, you may be corrupted!
Even if the opponent seems very powerful, his rationality may have reached the edge of danger.
"Our spells and rituals... are mainly two kinds of 'marks'... They all come from the 'Listening Sect'. It can be said that this sect has incubated other factions within the Falling Star Sect... Some of our factions are even hostile to each other, but the relationship with the Listening Sect is still pretty good..."
Fang Xian knew this very well.
After all, the great being that each "experimental subject" hears may not be the same, and the source of their power is also different.
However, one needs to make a choice between faith and power , and some sources of power are even conflicting.
Factional divisions are inevitable.
He nodded and motioned for Shayla to continue.
Xia La took a deep breath, feeling a little disappointed, and continued, "We currently have two. The 'Mark of the Gate' was given to the Listening Sect by the being on the Wild Hunt throne, and then passed on to us. The subsequent 'Mark of the Wind Chaser' was directly given to us by the being on the Wild Hunt throne after our devout sacrifice moved him... It was at that time that our Wind Chaser faction was completely established."
"'Mark of the Gate'? 'Mark of the Wind-Chasing'?"
Fang Xian became interested.
"We believe that the mark is the source of power! The 'Mark of the Gate' allows us to use angles to complete space jumps... and the 'Mark of the Wind Chaser' can call upon our Lord's loyal dog..."
Xia La said slowly, her eyes were already blurry and mycelium was spreading from her eyes.
This means that her mind has begun to be eroded and her spirit has been distorted.
Otherwise, this pagan would most likely not be so calm, but would frantically call out to the 'existence on the Wild Hunt throne'... although this would be useless, and at most would make her become mentally disturbed, crazy, or even physically alienated.
Even the Secret Keepers themselves did not have a good idea on how to interrogate heretics.
"Show me these two marks!"
Fang Xian's eyes lit up. This was the power of space that he was very interested in.
Although he may not be able to make the same mark, he may be able to use the power of short poems to imitate the effect of the mark.
By then, I won’t have to drive that old car every time I travel.
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A few hours later.
Fang Xian drove the car back to the apartment.
He had already seen those two marks and had some inspiration and ideas.
As long as it takes a period of time to brew, you can start creating. As for Xia La? Naturally, she was dealt with.
Even though he had completely controlled this pagan, he was still a little worried.
"The Song of the Wind Chaser is likely to summon an invisible monster, which has a pretty good combat power... But what I value more is the Song of the Gate, which can greatly expand my mobility..."
Fang Xian sat in front of the desk and thought slowly: "If it were other pagans, if they continued to go deeper like this, they would face a big problem, how to choose the source of power!"
Even the Falling Star Sect would have to split into different factions if faced with such a situation.
Because they are praying to different beings and calling for power.
Faith cannot tolerate impurities and can only be unique.
Naturally, there is only one choice: letting the dark forces erode oneself.
Mixed with all kinds of crazy powers, it must be that he thinks he has lived too long, or he wants to become a meat ball monster like the bald old man before.
Fang Xian's situation is slightly better than theirs.
First of all, the power he is currently cultivating is not too strong.
Apart from this, he could suppress it temporarily by using his own status.
'Even if I have to choose at the end, my upper limit must be much higher than that of ordinary people... Maybe before that, I can sense the calamity power... The calamity power in this world must be extremely rich! '
'In fact, in this world, although I cannot sense the power of calamity, I can spread the way of the alchemist... but there are too many , it would be bad if I get caught.'
'Control! Control is the key!'
Fang Xian wrote and drew aimlessly on a piece of white paper with a pen, making plans for the future.
When the time came when he could no longer be confused and had to make a decision, he was still unable to sense the existence of the calamity force.
Then maybe you can take in one or two disciples and try the way of the Taoist priest.
"This is actually quite a loss, because I can't use it, but my apprentice can. If things go wrong, I might end up betraying my master and ancestors..."
"Also, even if they grow up, they may not be willing to help me. It is better to describe my power as a hidden existence and try to call it..."
