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 shines 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 hit 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 identities to participate 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 relationship 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.
Back to the moment when the priest is being asked by Lin Luoran, the priest wants to refute. He believes there will be no others in the world who know better about the Tower of Babel than him.
“This is the door to the god…”
Lin Luoran then shakes her head and continues, “To be more specific, we call it the interstellar transmission circle. It can lead us to the planet that is shown on the star atlas. This condescending oracle comes from other planets.”
The fake saintess suddenly opens her eyes, “Are you insane? How can you reveal the secret to other planet’s natives according to the Interstellar Fundamental Law…?” Within a point by the priest, she is forced to shut up.
Lin Luoran laughs again, “The Interstellar Fundamental Law? I don’t believe this law can allow you to interfere with the normal process of civilization on the Earth! You think the men on Earth cannot use spiritual power and you are superior to us, but even though you can use that power, you are not as blessed as our Huaxia cultivators who can cultivate our spiritual mind and finds our oceans of consciousness at the same time when we cultivate our bodies. You can only be a rat and live in a body that does not belong to you at all. I wonder if you still remember what you originally look like before you become the saintess of Jiuli tribe!”
The speech really pours out her anger to the fake saintess, and everyone, including Yang Lisha, looks at her, surprised. She is the only one that can understand why Lin Luoran is so angry because she also comes from 2,600 years from now. In their world, the cultivators are worse generation by generation. The wood and grass monsters like her cannot have sanity because there are no Diliu syrups any more.
Yang Lisha is lonelier even than Lin Luoran because there are no wood monsters on the Earth 2,600 years from now except Voiddy and her. That is the saddest part.
She met her ancestor, a man who was a legendary figure in her race, and she understood how difficult the fake saintess is to deal with. So, she is very impressed after Lin Luoran finishes her comment. From what Lin Luoran says, she seems to know the fake saintess the most, but Lin Luoran still has the courage to go against her.
Shall she be regarded as foolish? Or does she have something that others don’t so that she is filled with justice and no one can be equal to her? Yang Lisha looks at the silly girl and feels somehow acquainted. Has she met someone like that before? Oh, she remembers, someone does have the same feature. He is a little silly, but always considers others. His name is Voiddy.
Lin Luoran begins to look at Yang Lisha. Thinking for a while, she suddenly shows a sly smile to the priest. “Your honor, if you can absorb everyone’s power and put it into the crystal ball, you will see the brilliance of the Tower of Babel which you will never forget, I promise.”
She has the instinct that now he is the master in this tower!
If god does exist, he must be the one who is the most devout to the stars. Only a man like that is qualified to take charge of the interstellar transmission circle.
“You can also choose to not believe me. It depends on you. You can see my Reiki is confined in my body and there is a Huaxia proverb describing me at this moment, ‘so feeble that you cannot hold a chicken’, if you miss the chance, I’m afraid you will never see the brilliance of the tower ever again in your life.”
Looking at the priest who is contemplating, Lin Luoran thinks of “the paradox of history” again. What she is done doesn’t change the history for sure, or she will be the first one to disappear.
She learns the way to open the Tower of Babel from Yang Lisha, but now if she seems to be the major figure who keeps the way not become extinct, who told Yang Lisha, who comes 2,600 from now, the way to open the tower? She feels puzzled.
Lin Luoran’s head hurts and has no idea why she has an impulse and leads to this situation. She has so many things that it doesn’t occur to her there is another possibility that keeps her from disappearing… In the original history on the same day, someone would speak out the way to open the tower even though Lin Luoran was absent.
“I have spent all my life to protect the Tower of Babel not being invaded, now let’s see what it looks like.” The priest murmurs. He waves and the star atlas is moving like the pieces on the chessboard.
Everyone’s power is sucked out by the crystal ball because of the power of the stars, including the fake saintess.
The crystal ball has been waiting for the time for so long that it doesn’t stop.
Whether you are a human or a monster, you will feel panicked when your Wakan goes away beyond your control. Lin Luoran can see the twisted expression on the fake saintess’s face. She feels happy in her heart. This scene is karma and makeup for millions of creatures who are smashed into mud in the underground world of the Kalahari Desert.
The stone tower around these people becomes transparent little by little. A skyrocketing and magnificent Tower of Babel appears in Babylon’s mid-air, flowing light and color. It’s more magnificent than any other temple in Babylon.
“It’s a miracle…”
Babylonian people who are celebrating all see the tower suddenly appear in the sky. They shout loudly, prostrate themselves and do not want to stand up.
Nebuchadnezzar II is thrilled, holding Amytis’s hand, he says, “You are the queen blessed by Marduk!” The monarch who is destined to fight looks up his head and overlooks his people, deciding to establish a real tower that can reach the sky right on the spot where the miracle appears!
Among the prostrating people, a middle-aged man covers his face and talks to himself in a low voice, “This can’t be right. Someone else can open the Tower of Babel? I think I, the immortal one, am the only one knowing that method! I, lord Liao, am the cleverest one in the world… wait a minute, my surname is Liao? What a nuisance, I forget what my surname is…”
