Chapter 647 (1/2)
The foggy day did not make people wait too long. The white fog like cotton appeared out of thin air, like a white lotus blooming in the void.
People stepped on the cracked land and walked towards the center of the lake with the thickest fog. There was no water there. It could not be called a lake for a long time. The swordfish stood obliquely on the ground, like an ancient castle abandoned for thousands of years. The mottled red rust looked like dried blood in the fog. It was the blood of giants. It fought for thousands of years, completed some fateful mission with its life, and finally fell on this dry land.
People looked back before the white fog completely hid it. This should be the last look at it. They can't control it to cross the fog again. Even if you come back here in the future, the sea has changed a lot. At most, the swordfish is left with a pile of junk.
Time will make all traces disappear.
Except the old altar.
But as the swordfish disappeared from their sight, a new problem appeared: without the swordfish and the parking garage, how could they avoid the deep well of time and space when they started the altar again?
In the thick fog, Qingmu holding the soul of wood obviously felt the guidance of some power. He finally understood why the people of ETSA could go home smoothly in the next fog after every disaster, because the scepter in their hands could guide the way home.
He put forward his suggestion: ”we now have four sacred sticks in our hands, only lack the soul of ice. Now the altar of fire and the altar of wind have been started. Situ and I can follow the guidance of the scepter to find the altar of wood and the altar of stone. Others go to find the altar of ice to avoid falling into the deep well of time and space.”
Su Huilan said, ”is there no other way? Once separated, we may never get together again.”
Situ nodded and said, ”this is the best way.”
Everyone fell silent and watched as they were approaching the center of the thick fog. Their sight became more and more blurred. People had to hold hands to ensure that they were not separated from each other.
Situ half suggested and half ordered: ”Aoki and I went to the mantistone tribe and the sangqi tribe respectively, Dewar went to look for the altar of ice, petru and his wife went to the altar of fire first to confirm whether it started, and then went to look for the altar of ice. Others...” he glanced at Su Huilan, Ivan and Alice, ”You can go with Dewar or petru. Finally, if all goes well, we'll meet at the altar of ice.”
Can we really get together? Aoki felt that situ's last sentence was a little unsure and didn't seem to come from his mouth. According to the current situation, starting the altar would probably fall into the space-time static area. Before they knew why the space-time bubble was in the parking garage of the swordfish, they probably had no way to escape from the space-time static area, and as the swordfish changed Into a pile of scrap iron, this secret may become an eternal secret.
Alice chose to follow petru and Mrs. Larry. She was her assistant. Ivan was going to follow situ. He stubbornly thought it was his unfinished task, and his other brothers had died for this task. But situ rejected his request. Now one more person to find the altar of ice will have more hope.
Hearing situ's words, Su Huilan took back her words. She came out with Qingmu, and of course she didn't want to separate from him. Moreover, this parting may become a farewell. She looked at Qingmu. Because of the thick fog, she could only see a vague face and a vaguely recognizable body.
”Take care!”
She and Aoki spoke at the same time, and then followed Dewar with a sound in their arms. The sound of footsteps behind them rang through the fog. Before long, they were suddenly silent, and cold water flooded their bodies from all directions.
……
Qingmu poked his head out of the water and saw the mountains stacked in the distance and the sparkling water on the lake, as if he were in a landscape painting.