Chapter 1912 The Truth (6)
Yun Lintian carefully considered the situation and realized it was indeed the case.
The Primordial God Tribe again invaded the Divine Realm during the Beyond Heaven King's era, but he and other senior figures successfully thwarted them.
Clearly, they were unaware of the power of the God of Fate. Otherwise, they would have sent more powerful people over.
At the same time, Yun Lintian was curious about the Senior mentioned by Yun Tian. This person played a significant role in providing Yun Tian with crucial information. Without her, Yun Tian might still be unaware of his own power and history.
"God of Fate... Yun Tianming." Yun Lintian muttered to himself. It was normal for the Primordial God Tribe to be unaware of the power of the God of Fate. Even Yun Tian, the inheritor himself, didn't even know about it.
Yun Lintian was curious about the God of Fate. What kind of existence was he? Unfortunately, he probably would never find an answer.
"The control room is located on the third floor. You can use your power to move the tower at will. However, the tower doesn't have offensive abilities. You can learn it by yourself later."
"The living area is on the fourth floor. I usually sleep there. Feel free to change it however you like. There is no need to think about me. The training room is located on the fifth floor. It has the ability to manipulate time. However, it consumes a lot of resources."
"With my current ability, I can only reach the tenth floor. Perhaps you can go further… Remember. Do not expose the Tower of Fate to the outside world. It can attract true gods."
Yun Lintian raised his head and looked at Gui Xuan. "I will check the floors above. Do you want to go with me?"
Gui Xuan put the book down and ran over, jumping into Yun Lintian's arms. Hei Shou had also followed.
Yun Lintian didn't say anything else and went to the second floor.
When he entered the Fate Observing room, he immediately noticed the light illuminating the twelve paintings. The other gods, except for the God of Time, had already found their successors.
Hei Shou flew toward the painting of the God of Death and "stared" at it for a long time. Meanwhile, Gui Xuan jumped out of Yun Lintian's arms and looked curiously at all the paintings.
Yun Lintian gazed at the paintings with a thoughtful expression. His eyes were mostly fixed on the painting of the God of Motal as he wondered where his inheritor was.
According to Yun Tian, the Senior wasn't sure whether the God of Motal had left his legacy behind, and his successor did not appear during Yun Tian's era. However, the lighting on the painting proved otherwise.
Yun Lintian shifted his gaze to the God of Life. Lin Yitong was the closest person to the power of the God of Life he had seen. She should have found a clue if the inheritor appeared, but she clearly didn't. He needed to ask her again later.
He looked at the paintings one by one, and his gaze finally settled on the Creator's painting. The source of everything came from this supreme being. Yun Lintian couldn't figure out why or how the Creator disappeared.
Yun Lintian shook his head and set everything aside. He opened the book and continued reading.
"The Senior had visited the tower once, and she said that the current Tower of Fate wasn't even one-tenth as close to its former self. I don't know how the complete Tower of Fate will be. I believe you can restore it to its peak."
Suddenly, Yun Lintian came across a crucial piece of information. He didn't know if Yun Tian had intentionally hinted at him. The Senior's status must be very high to visit the Tower of Fate… She could even be one of the Primordial Gods.
Yun Lintian furrowed his brow and flipped back to the beginning, reading it again.
Yun Tian stated that the Senior had entrusted him with passing down her legacy to a suitable disciple. It was obvious that her identity was extraordinary.
Yun Lintian hadn't thought much about it before, as he was eager to learn more about Yun Tian's identity.
In Yun Tian's era, all the inheritors of the gods, except for the God of Mortal, the God of Time, the God of Heaven, and the God of Life, had already emerged. Yun Lintian wasn't sure if she was one of the four missing or one of the other nine.
"She shouldn't be the God of Mortal, the God of Heaven, and the God of Time… Was she the God of Life?… No. The light was not on at that time. It couldn't be her. So, she must be one of the other nine gods… Who is it?" Yun Lintian spoke to himself.
"Removing the God of Fate, the God of Death, the God of Darkness, and the Moon God… The other gods have already found their successors… Wait."
Suddenly, Yun Lintian caught a glimpse of a sentence in the book. It was stated that Yun Tian had not found the inheritor of the God of Light...
"The Senior must be the God of Light!" Yun Lintian immediately reached a conclusion.
"But how could it be possible? Didn't the God of Light expend her power on the God Slaying Sword?" Yun Lintian furrowed his brow. Technically, she should have left. How could she have lived for so long?
Yun Lintian suddenly developed a headache. It didn't make sense. Something was clearly missing here.
"Forget it." He simply gave up and continued reading.
"Before moving the tower away, you must refine the three artifacts of the Netherworld and then seal the bridge and the river. Otherwise, the barrier around the bridge will disappear, and the Netherworld will reconnect to the outside world again."
Yun Lintian glanced around the room but didn't see anything. The three artifacts must be on the floors above.
"Again, Si Junyi will immediately notice it. You must act fast. As for how to seal the bridge and the river, you can go to the horse-faced statue and ask him."
Yun Lintian was stunned. The horse-faced statue? Was it still alive? Why didn't he know?
He flipped to the next page and continued reading.
"There are many things I want to talk to you about, but my time is running out. I cannot leave my residual soul behind because I need to undergo reincarnation. You can find my other self to learn more."
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