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The disappearance of that figure also brought the surroundings back to normal, that is to say, Xia De felt that he was submerged in the black mud again, and was still sinking continuously.
Exposure to black mud doesn't petrify him, but it doesn't affect him at all. At first it was just a tingling pain, but after going deeper in just a few seconds, Xia De obviously felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, but he was also sure at this moment that at least a drop of divinity was waiting at the source of these black mud with him.
【Must leave, your soul can bear it, but your body cannot bear this kind of pollution. You can't go any further down, even with the thaumaturgy. It takes a stronger force of the earth to sink to a deeper area. 】
"I need a second power of the earth? For example, Luvia's power of the earth, the field of abundance?"
[The accumulation of quantity is meaningless to this. You need to make "Power of the Earth · Healing Spiritual Qi" stronger. Each time the land is purified, the effect of the spell is enhanced. If you make an inaccurate guess, you only need to purify 158 more ancient pollution sources like "St. Perry's Cemetery", or 201 such pollution sources, and you have a weak possibility of reaching the source of the black mud. 】
"Where do I get 158 or 201?"
If there really are 158 pollutions like "St. Perry's Cemetery", it means that the problems in Randall Valley City are completely out of control. Shad can consider asking another Luvia if he can restart the Sixth Epoch again. And the only possible place that Xia De can think of is the doomsday era of the last sixth era where "another Luvia" is located, and that place is probably full of crazy land. But the problem is that he didn't find the time key, and even if he did, he doesn't have enough spirit to purify so much pollution.
"It seems that we have to find a way to enhance the spell in other ways. Divinity is a must!"
The chain of the door pendant was tied to his arm to prevent it from being lost. At this time, he held the time key in one hand and the pendant in the other to open the door.
Even in the black mud, the cracked wooden time key is still not petrified, and even faintly emits emerald green light. And the small door that was originally made of metal has now turned into stone. But fortunately, the time key has no requirements on the material of the door. As long as it can be opened and closed and is in the shape of the door, any strange material can be used:
"May the World Tree bless me in infinite time."
click~
The heavy but still small stone door opened, and the foggy door wriggling with white mist directly "sucked" Xia De in.
[Outlander, you have stepped into the "corridor of time". 】
[Message from the ancient **** "Father of the Infinite Tree":]
[Autumn of 4791 of the Fifth Epoch, Southern Continent, Worm Cave. 】
[Event: Butterfly Festival. 】
[The duration is sixty minutes (3/3). 】
[You have obtained additional information. 】
[The figure of the father of the infinite tree continues to watch you. 】
[The test given to you by the ancient **** of time will continue. 】
[Help mortals complete the ritual of the old god-'Thousand Eyed Butterfly', so that one of them will be favored by his relatives. 】
[The father of the infinite tree will give you rewards: thaumaturgy - Fiona's domestic servant, a piece of real information - mermaid. 】
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"Huh? Sixty minutes?"
Stepping out of the white mist, the corridor of the "Worm Cave" that left a deep impression on Xia De, even though it still has a choking stench, it has become so friendly at this time, because there is no such terrible black mud here.
The black mud that flowed from the essence of the crazy earth naturally couldn't follow Xia De to this era. And although his skin and clothes were still stained with a strong curse, but fortunately, in a place like "Worm Cave", where the concept of time and space does not even exist, the power of whispers and curses is even stronger.
Compared with this, Xia De's aura is not worth mentioning at all.
"oh!"
The injury on his right arm was felt again at this moment when he fisted with the gray stone giant just now, and the appearance of living people also made the insects living in the tiny holes densely densely agitated again. Xia De clutched his arm and ran forward, and turned into a group of scarlet butterflies when the "worm rain" fell.
Xia De walked out among the butterflies, and the fluttering red butterflies landed on his shoulders and disappeared into broken light fragments. And the real butterflies that appeared because of the butterfly **** [Thousand-eyed Butterfly] also danced and approached Xia De at this time, and when he took his seat again, they fluttered around him.
If Xia De hadn't declared that he didn't want the favor of the Butterfly God's family, the witch Brecht, Sister Perry, and Mr. Lehman, at this time, I really would have doubted whether the banquet was still necessary.
The flying butterflies spread colorful light spots all over Xia De's body. The injury on his arm recovered quickly, and the healed injury allowed him to maintain a good sitting posture. It's been a week since they last met, and the three companions who attended the banquet seemed to be in good spirits.
The middle-aged witch Brecht looked at Shad curiously, and nodded to him after he sat down; the middle-aged nun Ollie Perry, who came for extraordinary power, bowed her head slightly as a greeting, which reminded Shad again of that She looks old, the banquet is not over yet, but he has already seen the end of this pious soul.
As for Mr. Lyman, he was still writing and drawing on the page in front of him, adjusting the sentences of the poems. According to Sister Perry, this gentleman also successfully left here, and multiplied his family in Randall Valley City, and even had descendants in the sixth era.
Shad has investigated that there was no ancient family with the surname "Lyman" in the Randall Valley in 1854 of the Sixth Epoch, so his descendants probably no longer had the original surname.
However, if it can be confirmed that it was Mr. Fred Lehman who won the favor of the Butterfly God's family after the banquet, then maybe his descendants have heterogeneous blood. And the statue of the nurse at Helen and Grace will point out the existence of special blood for Shad.
"God of Butterfly, it's an honor to be present at your banquet for the third time."
Xia De respectfully said to the **** opposite the huge round table, and the **** with illusory transparent butterfly wings behind him asked:
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"You got my gift already?"
"Yes, I have temporarily left it to a pair of butterfly girls. If you are interested, I can tell you that story. But before that, please allow us to dedicate poems to you."
After receiving the permission of the gods, the four displayed their works in the same order as last time.
Mr. Lehman was the first one. As expected, he praised the beauty of "Butterfly Girl" according to his own imagination. Some of the sentences are even a little unsound, but this also fully reflects Mr. Lehmann's sincere heart. This gentleman has made a lot of achievements in poetry creation, and his poetry is very good.
Sister Perry is the second one. She wrote poems in the style of religious hymns. Compared with Mr. Lyman, Sister Perry's poetry is a bit ordinary. She also knows that her round may still not be the best, but the nun can maintain her normal heart.
The third one was the middle-aged witch, Ms. Brecht. Xia De originally thought that the only Transcendent among the three would be able to show the same advantages as the first round in the second round. But the poetry of Brecht the Witch is not even as good as that of Sister Perry.
Because the witch was sitting next to Xia De, after noticing Xia De's eyes, she asked instead:
"Why do you think I'm good at writing poetry?"
"Because... you are a witch."
"Witches must be good at creating? This is the obvious prejudice of those who know nothing about witches, sir."
Shad was the last one, and this week he entrusted Miss Bernice, Rezia, and Dorothy to help him find excellent poems created by the Sixth Age. Miss Benanis chose for him a "Group of Poems: Dance of Butterflies" written by the poet Delarion around 1024 of the Sixth Age. And Dorothy and Rezia actually wrote a poem and gave it to Xia De, thinking that since it is dedicated to the gods, it is better to create an original poem.
Shad also thought this idea was good, so he finally brought Dorothy and Rezia's long poem "The Red Butterfly". This is a long narrative poem created by them based on Grace and Helen. After learning about the story of the Red Butterfly Twins, the princess and Miss Writer were even more touched than Xia De who witnessed the story in person~www.mtlnovel.com~ And after writing this poem, both of them got a new appreciation The power of enlightenment.
Because it was a long poem, Xia De read it for five minutes while holding the starry book. The three companions listened carefully, and when he sat down, Mr. Lehman closed his eyes and applauded softly:
"Although I don't want to admit it, it looks like I'm really far behind."
Sister Perry sighs slightly, bemoaning the fate of the twin sisters who torment each other in the story. But Ms. Brecht, the witch, is very curious about the end of the story. The end of this long narrative poem stays at the beginning of a new cycle. Looking forward to the next encounter.
God made a very similar evaluation to last time:
"Very good poetry, although it is not top-notch, but the story and the emotions contained in the creator are enough to surpass most of the poems I have seen. But this is not your poem, and your recitation skills are also very good Oops. If last time there was only skill but no emotion, then this time, there is only emotion but no skill."
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Xia De noticed that the middle-aged witch with her head down was also smiling at this time, and he coughed in embarrassment:
"I am willing to admit that I have not made any achievements on the road of art and literature. But since it is a gift prepared for your banquet, I must not fool you with songs or poems, so please forgive me for bringing other people's work."
(end of this chapter)