That is, at the same moment, above the fifth day, in the sixth day suspended in the dark deep sky, the red-haired archangel Michael with three pairs of illusory wings quickly broke through the thick layers.

The ether went up all the way, and soon landed in front of the huge wisdom vortex. Then, he scanned the dead wisdom vortex, and seemed to sigh after being away for a long time.

Back then, before Angel Gabriel was tortured to the point of madness by the pain of losing his son, angels from other heavens often came here with doubts and curiosity, either to look up information, or to talk with this man who had lived in the sixth heaven for a long time.

Talk to the wise men. Even the Archangel Michael, who is so proficient in war and forging, is often inspired by Gabriel on many big or small things, thus breaking through the shackles of his own thoughts and finding new paths.

Archangel Gabriel's kindness and wisdom are very famous in the Holy Realm. Even the elves in the distant tree continent on the other side of the earth have heard about it. In the past years, there were even elves who traveled thousands of miles to see Gabriel.

smell

However, now all of this is covered by her madness and deathly silence, and the wonderful scenes in the past are no longer there, which makes Michael feel a little sad.

Michael hesitated for a moment and pushed open the door of the Wisdom Vortex. There was no light in the wide space inside. Only the illusory eyes behind Gabriel hanging in mid-air were glowing. The entire Wisdom Vortex was dim, just like she was trapped in the moment.

The heart is ordinary.

The low temperature of the universe behind her blew the ether wrapped in the sixth day into the whirlpool of wisdom, and rolled up a few pieces of paper scattered on the ground. The golden words of Gabriel on them were still clearly visible, but it was a pity that since she went crazy

, no one took care of this whirlpool anymore, so it looked quite messy.

"Gabriel, here I come."

Although he knew there would be no response, Michael still said hello as before. He looked at Gabriel, who was lying on his side in the middle of the whirlpool, holding a crystal, and said in a low voice.

"Sleep quickly"

Of course, Gabriel just smiled and looked at the crystal in his arms, foolishly and repeatedly murmuring the words to put the child to sleep, without responding to Michael's intention.

Her child lost his life in his sleep, so Gabriel's memory seemed to remain on the night before the child lost his life.

I still remember that the little angel was so noisy that night that she refused to sleep no matter what. It took her a long time to coax her to sleep.

Michael narrowed his eyes, turned around and followed the search column of Angel Text on the bookshelf and walked towards the bookshelf where the book about Tree Continent was stored. On the ground in front of the bookshelf, there were two open books lying on it.

There, it seemed that something was reading them just now, but now it has disappeared.

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Michael's tall figure paused for a moment on the bookshelf. With a wave of his hand, all the books on the bookshelf floated out one after another, automatically turning their pages in mid-air. It wasn't until a minute passed that he locked them.

A few books that may contain information about World Tree's teardrops were placed in his hands, and the rest were automatically placed on the bookshelf.

He picked up one of the books and lowered his head to read the content recorded by Archangel Gabriel.

"The Beginning of Tree Continent"

"In the ancient times, when the world first opened, the Lord God Lamastia created three of His beloved children with supreme authority, and gave them the natural responsibility to resist chaos. They have reached the limit of living beings and have reached the limit of authority.

Margin, can be called a demigod, the most direct and effective representative of several true gods who cannot interfere in the world."

"But unfortunately, as time has passed, the three demigods have gradually become tired of this illusory mission, and their inner dissatisfaction with each other and the main god of Lamastia has become increasingly strong, and has gradually turned into a real and far-reaching influence on them.

behavior."

"The Dragon God of Ferma Baha left the gap many times and relaxed his duty to guard there; although World Tree still abided by the laws left by the Lord God on the surface and repeatedly criticized the Dragon God for his omissions, he secretly abandoned his

His real name is Jianmu, but the elves and even all living beings in the Tree Continent never know his true name."

"As the children of the demigods, we have more or less continued their sentiments; as far as I know, there are not a few angels in the sanctuary who are at odds with the elves, but it's just because of the one that the demigods have not revealed so far.

Paper, the world maintains peace in such a fragile balance."

Gabriel did not write about the situation of Heaven's Lock here, but Michael knew in his heart that Master Tian's Lock would definitely not be much better, otherwise he would not have personally returned from outside the territory to build the sanctuary 10,000 years ago.

Skipping these Gabriel records, which he himself also knew very well, Michael turned the pages of the book with great purpose and looked at the content at the back.

"As the eldest sister of World Tree, Master Yggdrasil has an item gifted by the true god, called [Loom of Destiny], but even I have never seen the true appearance of the loom, and I don't know its specific effects; the loom has thousands of

It has only been circulated once by the World Tree in a hundred years, and a derivative containing the World Tree and the power of destiny came to the world, which was the teardrop of the World Tree, and was rewarded by the World Tree to the elves for worship."

"I have heard the Elf King mention before that gazing at the teardrops of the World Tree for a long time can make the elves burst into tears uncontrollably. When I asked them about it, they actually said they saw a hazy scene in the past when they were not yet born."

"But the elves are creatures fabricated by the World Tree using its authority. How could this happen? Or do they see what their souls looked like before their souls were taken away from the spirit world by the authority? This makes me wonder, what if the spirits

Only the soul in the world has the characteristics of consciousness, so what is the essence of consciousness?"

Gabriel's record ended here, but Michael held the book and was speechless for a long time.

His rank is extremely high, with a total of nineteen ranks, and he has a complete understanding of the invisible rules laid down by the gods around him. Except for those few transferred people from outside the world, most of them

Most people are bound by these rules, act according to the rules, and are naturally resistant to irregular chaos.

Michael and many angels have tried to forge creations with clear minds, but this is not a simple matter. They cannot reproduce the consciousness in the soul, and without the power of life, they cannot even reproduce the carrier of the soul and make it.

A vessel for releasing consciousness

Everything seems so impossible, but that book

In this extremely quiet thinking, Michael's thoughts were completely stagnant. He became more and more curious about the forging method mentioned by Fisher, as if there were countless cat hairs gently brushing in his heart, and as if he had opened a

The toy at full magnification slid across his body, making him feel itchy.

"Xixissuosuo"

At this moment, there was a slight noise from the bookshelf behind him, interrupting Michael's contemplation.

He looked back with terrifying coercion, but saw only a peaceful collection of bookshelves and books. It was as if the ether from outside had blown into the library and rolled up a little drooping gauze curtain.

Angel Gabriel has almost completely lost his mind, so of course he would not do such a thing. Moreover, it seems that he did not see the consciousness item that was kept by Angel Gabriel.

Michael hooked his hand, and the ether in front of him immediately wrapped up the terrifying heat and rushed towards the bookshelf in front of him in an instant. Gabriel's books were protected by her golden letters, so of course they would be fine, probably that book of consciousness

There are no prerequisites for the item, provided it can withstand the high temperature.

"Ah ah ah, it's so hot, so hot, so hot."

But less than a second passed, Emhart, who was still pretending to be a book sandwiched between the two books, jumped up unbearably, turned the cover of the book and pointed it at the last page, and the mouth on it pouted,

He kept blowing into it, and he didn't know how he could do it without any organs.

Michael opened his fingers expressionlessly, and Emhart spun like a top and flew into his hand, scaring him so much that he kept shouting with a drake voice,

"Let me go! Let me go! Help! Fisher!! Kill the book!!"

Michael looked at Emhardt, who was unable to escape from his grasp, and felt the fear in him that was no different from that of a normal creature. He seemed completely unable to understand how this little soulless book in front of him could carry consciousness.

After several seconds passed, Michael stopped his inspection and commented,

"Ugly on the outside, empty on the inside, how did your consciousness come about?"

"Your mother!"

Emhard, who was grabbed by Michael, turned around and scolded him, but Michael showed no sign of anger at all and just said to him,

"Are you still angry? Answer me a few questions truthfully and I will let you go. How about that?"

"Bah, I won't say anything."

"Oh? It seems that you have a good relationship with that human man, his name is Fisher? Do you want to know how he is now?"

Emhard, who was being carried by him, was silent for a moment, turned his head in mid-air, looked at Michael in front of him warily, and said hesitantly,

"What are you asking me?"

"Do you have a name?"

"Book Sir Emhart, or The Great Emhart."

"Do you remember how long you lived?"

"Thousands of years or more?"

"Do you remember what happened before?"

"Of course! I'm not a fool, I remember everything!"

Michael raised his eyebrows and then asked,

"Do you know where you are? Can you see things and recognize what you see?"

"Of course I can. Can you please stop asking these things that should be taken for granted?"

Michael soon realized that the object in front of him had the ability to clearly perceive the world, think for itself and give feedback, which was an ability that the holy objects of consciousness they had tried to forge in the past did not possess.

Is the teardrop of the World Tree really so magical that it can break through the shackles of the soul and give him the ability to think?

"Have you finished asking, can you tell me about Fisher?"

Michael's meditation was interrupted, he lowered his head and said,

"There is one last thing I need your help with."

"Whaaaah!"

Emhart's movement to speak came to an abrupt halt, because in the next second, his fingers pinching the cover of Emhart's book sank into it little by little. The strange power distorted the specific laws, and the rules in all directions were distorted.

They showed their toughest appearance, and similarly, everything lingering on Emhart became clearer.

Amidst Emhardt's painful screams, light golden cracks lit up on the cover of his book. Among the light golden cracks, Michael saw countless illusory threads intersecting.

After being entangled, he saw a golden ocean with no distinction between space and time. He would soon see the essence of Emhardt's consciousness.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
To be continued...