Chapter 483 - The Secret of the Tower of Babel (1/2)

“Grandpa Liao, good morning! ” Ma Shuangshuang smiles sweetly. Liao wakes up with a hangover and finds that everyone is very nice to him. It makes him subconsciously cover his wallet.

Although Liao has run a variety store on N2 trading star for many years, in terms of money, he is only a little richer than Lin Luoran when she first came to Nami Alliance.

“Well, Liao, good morning.”

Cyan little fox has cleaned its face and washed its hands. It paces gracefully and calmly, pa.s.sing in front of Liao and even greeting him.

Liao’s face is pale. He feels that his head is about to explode. For an old monster who has lived for so many years and witnessed so many events in the world, it is still very weird that this d.a.m.n fox which treated him indifferent now suddenly becomes polite to him.

Today, they are going to invite the Windsors to dinner so everyone is busy in the kitchen. Colin is learning to steam buns. Learning how to knead dough is really difficult for an alien. Everyone in the kitchen laughs so much about it.

Liao is so confused and goes to have a look. When Liao sees Lin Luoran mixing stuffing, he twitches his nose and senses the familiar pork and leek stuffing smell. He tries his best to stay away from the temptation of food, frowned, and tugging Lin Luoran’s sleeve.

“Nephew, what did I tell you last night?”

Lin Luoran coughs, controlling her smile, “I have known everything. What do you want to know?”

Liao says bitterly, “Did I tell you why I sent you the Dragon Palace?”

Lin Luoran nods and invites Liao to sit down. She serves him a cup of tea, “You said guarding the Dragon Palace was too troublesome so you sent it to me. Besides, uncle Liao, you also told me how you had stolen the Dragon Palace from the Dragon King of Dongting Lake.”

Old Liao blushes and changes the topic immediately.

“Did I ever tell the secret of the Tower of Babel?”

The smile on Lin Luoran’s face kind of disappears but she still nods.

Even Liao doesn’t know when the Tower of Babel appeared on the banks of the Euphrates River. Liao was drunk last night and said that the Tower of Babel was not only an interstellar transmission circle, but also the last line of defense set by an unknown mighty for the earth.

“Turning on the Shelter of G.o.ds of the Tower of Babel takes five cultivators of single Taoist root with all five elements and sufficient Reiki support.”

Lin Luoran’s heart was beating fiercely at that time. Cultivators of single Taoist root with five elements… aren’t they Wen Guanjing, Luo Dong, Li Xi’er, Cui Wanlu, and Xiao An from Qingcheng Taoist Temple?

The Shelter of G.o.ds did trigger once. It destroyed most of the mutant monsters and stopped the Alpha Alliance coalition forces. The Shelter of G.o.ds has brought precious time of more than two hundred years to recuperate for the earth. Liao’s words and the crazy Taoist’s message are counterparts. Since “the Shelter of G.o.ds” can be turned on, it means that before that time, all five people with the five elements single Taoist root had been alive and well.

‘But you did not answer this question for me last night. How can I turn on the Tower of Babel again after it shut down… “Lin Luoran is staring at Liao who subconsciously turns his face to another side.

“It’s not the time yet.”

Liao is very secretive. He is trying to avoid this topic. Lin Luoran is then staring at the beautiful arc roof of the castle, “You know what I want to know.”

Liao is really in a dilemma and he scratches the back of his head, “Your families followed the little Taoist of the Jiuli Tribe into the Tower of Babel. The Tower of Babel has been closed for these years. I am not any G.o.d or immortal. How can I know that? They may have been to ancient Babylon like you. They may have been to the future world thousands of years later. They may even have been lost in time and s.p.a.ce. Even if you can turn on the Tower of Babel again, there is no way to control the Tower of Babel without star atlas. ”

“Star atlas?” Lin Luoran is startled, seemingly unbelievable.

Liao sighs, “When we met last time, I went to Babylon to trick the old high priest to help me find the star atlas. Unfortunately, it was messed up by the variables of your travel to another era. The star atlas is lost… totally lost…”

Liao opens his eyes wide, as if he has seen a ghost.

Lin Luoran holds the jade stairs with small cracks suspending in her hand. Its blue light is hazy. The crazy Taoist once said that this thing is called “star atlas”. She has also witnessed similar stars light spots on the dome of the Tower of Babel—