Chapter 300 - The Real Tower Appears and Some Friends Come (1/2)

The crystal ball emits an appealing light. Before Lin Luoran feels happy, she sees how capable the priest is.

His hands are full of blue veins. With a slight move, a star on the dome s.h.i.+nes unnaturally and the cold light of it fills in the room. The temperature drops dozens of degrees. It is at noon in Babylon, and shall not be cold like that. The vapor evaporates from Lin Luoran begins to freeze on the skin.

She is not the only one that begins to freeze. Everyone except the priest begins to freeze.

On normal occasions, everyone can easily get off that thin ice, even though Lin Luoran herself can escape from that without using any spell. However, now she acts as if she gets. .h.i.t by the root spell. The only thing she can move is her eye, so she can do nothing now.

A small link connects between the star and the crystal ball. By a few glances, Lin Luoran recognizes the star is the moon. Thinking about the coldness in the room, she finds out the power the priest uses is the power of the moon.

This is the reason there is fanaticism about astronomy in Babylon? The power of the stars… All phenomena Lin Luoran knows that have connections with this power are the beginning of the night of Bermuda and the powerful “light of arrow” in the spell. She remembers another thing, the Diliu Syrup which comes to land every sixty years with the lunar conora!

The sissy man, even Yang Lisha is born on a full moon night. So, when it comes to the topic who understands the power of the moon the most, except the priest who devoted himself to observing the stars, the ancestor will be the answer. Maybe he is the only hope to get out of the dilemma.

She looks at the sissy man, finding his eyes shut. It seems he has become unconscious.

The priest moves his finger a bit, and Lin Luoran finds her body become warm again. Maybe he expelled the spell on her?

“Do you mind to tell us the origin of the oracle?” he asks.

The priest smiles at her with a kind expression. Only Lin Luoran understands what a weasel he is. He pretends to yield and lures all the people entering the Tower of Babel because only here does he dominate.

The priest can control the tower to some degree?

“I’d like to have the honor, my priest.”

Lin Luoran always believes she shall be kind to others, but now she smiles like a little demon.

“The story began a long, long time ago in Huaxia. There were two famous tribes. One of them is the Huangdi tribes whose leader was the Yellow Emperor. The other is the Jiuli tribes and the leader was Chiyou. The Yellow Emperor had a daughter who he loved very much. She could manipulate the fire since she was born. Let’s call her Hanba. This woman triggered the fight between the two tribes, in which many ancient books concerning the cultivation lost and inheritance was cut off. However, she was not satisfied with that and changed her ident.i.ties to partic.i.p.ate in the dynasty changes. She was said to have the name Mo xi, the beloved woman of Xia Jie. She was also called Daji, the wife of King Zhou of Shang Dynasty. Maybe her last name was Bao Si? Predecessor Ji, why don’t you ask this honored saintess what is her relations.h.i.+p with your ancestor?”

The woman cultivator surnamed Ji can also only roll her eyes. After Lin Luoran’s long speech finishes, the look she stares at the fake saintess changes. She doesn’t firmly believe the fake saintess anymore.

The look on the fake saintess’s face is cold as ice, and she is merging with the thin ice that covers her body. Lin Luoran can be sure there is a mixed feeling in her heart. But why does she care? What someone does to others will be done in turn to himself. Sometimes you don’t have the payback only because it is not time yet. The crazy Taoist mentioned that the world of cultivation had not revived until Han Dynasty, meaning this woman will still be on a stage for a while.

“Even you have said a lot, I still have no idea who exactly she is.” The priest replies coldly, but deep in his heart, he is very happy to see the inharmony among these Huaxia people. It is after all none of his business what the fake saintess had done to the Huaxia cultivators. Cultivation has no boundaries, but cultivators do. He is glad to see Huaxia declining and Babylon reviving.

However, Lin Luoran, the Huaxia cultivator, seems to see through his thoughts although she is very young.

“My priest, do you know what the Tower of Babel is really used for?”

Besides being a tool to manipulate the power of stars to fight against the cultivators, do you know what it is really for?

Lin Luoran, who is regarded as a young woman cultivator with low personal ability by the priest, raises her chin proudly and asks him, “Do you want to see what the Tower of Babel really looks like?”

……

Till the end of the priest’s life, he still remembers the young Huaxia woman cultivator who tosses her head. Her cold expression reminds him of a second oracle. He has no idea where she comes from even and who she really is even when he is dying, but at one time he highly doubts that she comes from the same place as the oracle—

Oh right, Queen Amytis says her surname is “Lin” and has an impeccable eastern name.