The buoyancy after landing did not make Charles completely stationary and fixed at a high altitude, but slowly and gently gradually landed on the ground.

It was as if the time of the original rapid flow had suddenly slowed down countless times, and it was like the body falling into the sea that was constantly diving. Finally, a hard and down-to-earth touch came from the soles of the feet.

It cannot be seen from the naked eye, but in fact it is still a stone surface under your feet, with sunken and raised, and when you step on it, it seems like you are walking on a mountain road.

This made Charles a little doubtful. Is there anything else hidden in the white color around him?

Rocks? Underground plants? Or special creatures?

This thought flashed away, and Charle ignored this cowardly idea and walked cautiously in the direction that the Eye of Real just prompted.

He glanced at the target by chance in the sky, but now he has landed on the ground, but he can never find it again.

Looking around, there was a white spot in front of me, with no extra color, and no extra color was seen. But the Eye of Real would not deceive him, so it was obvious that the meteorite was also covered up and hidden behind something.

"This white is also part of the seal?"

He was surprised that the place was special and the prompt that it had a real eye, and Charles was not afraid that he would "get lost" here. So as he kept moving forward, a special look slowly appeared in his sight.

It was like walking in the fog that I discovered the inconspicuous roadblock hidden in it. When I reached a certain distance, Shire discovered this thing.

It was a gray-white branch, quietly placed on the ground at his feet. As Charles squatted down and looked carefully, the broken branches and withered branches gradually emerged, and the appearance became clearer.

This made him think.

"Broken by some kind of force?"

As expected, the branches of these branches came into view one after another during the next journey. Some branches were intact, some were scattered, some were withered and black, and some even had dark red leaves.

It is hard not to think of the words that the Three-Eyed Crow once said. "We released the alien god, but his power is beyond our control..."

As he walked, he finally found a gray forest.

【The fish beam wood forest sealed with mysterious meteorites outside the sky】

【It has stood here for tens of thousands of years】

【It is maintaining the normal operation of the seal】

...

The destination was about to arrive, and Charle stepped into the woods without hesitation, and glanced around. On both sides, he appeared with hazy twisted trees with hazy lines in the white "fog". The real eye prompted something strange, so he reached out to touch it, and a voice appeared in his heart.

"Always move forward, you will find what you want to see." Cang Lao's words in a deep voice, which was the voice of the three-eyed crow.

"Touch the beam, I will give you the way..."

The last words disappeared as Charles' hands left the branches, and Charles began to penetrate deep into the woods.

Everything around is white, and only nearby trees or branches can vaguely reveal a grayish-white and black texture. As we keep moving forward, Shir occasionally touches the trunk to talk to him to hide his spirituality.

So there was a reminder from the Eye of Reality and the Three-Eyed Crow that Charles did not hit the tree or tripped up or something when he walked here.

Finally, he came to a "glades" in the forest.

The surroundings were still white, and the branches were stretched out, but they could not continue to spread inward. Looking around, there was a faint icy blue light flashing not far away.

The light was in irregular lines, like a blue lightning floating in the white world, constantly circling with Shire's gaze.

I suddenly saw it and thought it was really lightning or a special rope.

It was just a prompt from the Eye of True, but Shire clearly saw what this was.

That meteorite!

The current shape is just because of the special shading effect of this space.

So Shire slowly approached.

Sure enough, when he approached a certain distance, the blue lightning gradually grew stronger, and finally revealed an irregular stone outline of blue and white interlaced in the white space.

The stone is about two people wide, hazy and vague, reaching Charle's forehead. The deep blue patterns on it intersect with the surrounding white space, just like two colors of dyes gathering together, blending in water, but new colors have not yet been completely formed.

Around it, there are also gray-white, fishweather-colored branches stained with snow-white frost, tightly wrapped around it, with varying thickness, and a whole stone was covered with the upper and lower parts.

...

The stones that seemed to be integrated here seemed to be constantly emitting a cold air, but it was not clear whether it was because of its own characteristics or the special seal, and Charles could not feel any coldness.

After looking at it for a moment, he gently touched the trunk of a fish beam that was wrapped around the stone.

A cold feeling came from my fingers.

The cold feeling was like the huge door-blocking rock that Charles touched outside, and it was impossible for him to contact him for a long time. He just touched him slightly and quickly retracted his fingers.

Then he retreated back to the woods "behind him", reached out to touch the trunk of a tree, and then asked, "It is incomplete?"

"Yes." An old voice appeared in his heart. "The war initially made the body of the strange god split. It was originally as big as a King's Landing City. It is now just a core part of it."

Looking at the stone that was once again covered in white and only a trace of irregular dark blue lines revealed, Charles couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "A core without thinking?"

"That's right." The three-eyed crow said in the voice of "it is just an empty shell now, and the will that originally hidden it is raging in the land of eternal winter."

"Rampant...those White Walkers?"

"The white ghost is actually a manifestation of the will of the alien god."

Shir nodded in a clear way, then looked at the stone not far ahead, and his brows gradually frowned.

The Eye of Truth prompts that there is a certain reality in this world hidden in the stone that is always unreal, and this is exactly what Charles needs to look for.

But how to touch this truth?

"Use your hands?"

He thought, and couldn't help asking again: "Can I touch it?"

"I suggest you don't do that." The old voice said, "This may be unbearable to your body."

"Not for a moment?"

"Maybe. But I don't think doing so will help you." The other party responded.

Shir touched his chin after hearing this.

Then he had a sudden inspiration and took out a piece of paper full of secret texts from his arms, preparing to ignite his hand before touching it, so that there might be a buffer.

Unfortunately, the space here is special, no matter how he tries, he cannot release the flame magic.

"You may be able to cast spells under the will of the old god, but here you can't use any spells." The three-eyed crow reminded: "It's full of darkness."

"The breath of darkness?" Charles asked strangely: "Here?"

"That's right." said the three-eyed crow: "The power of the night lion is here, and all the light around it is just a manifestation."

After hearing what he said, Charles was disappointed, but then he thought about it.

There is no way to use flame magic or other, but what if it is a necromancer?

However, the necromancer spell he has learned is not helpful to the present, so this idea can only be given up.

Unable to use spell assistance, Charles thought about it, but finally found that he could only try it with his own hands. So he stepped into the meteorite again, staring at the magnificent color that blended with white and deep blue. He gritted his teeth and then reached out to touch it.

It is cold and hard, and extremely cold, as if a hot and hot feeling emerges.

It felt like reaching into a boiling oil pan. After a moment of numbness, there was a crazy painful impact. As soon as this feeling appeared, Charle quickly retracted his hand, then lowered his head and stared at his black palm, grinning in pain.

He believed that if he had not been strong in physique and had special talents, this hand would definitely not be used at the moment.

If someone else does this, the price will definitely be unbearable.

It’s just a pity that after the clear touch, he did not gain anything except "burn" his hand.

Charles not only made difficulties.

The so-called world is real in front of him, but he can't touch it?

Or, simple touch is simply not possible.

“What should I do?”

He murmured, thinking about the current situation.

He still can't figure out what the world really represents, but he has just heard a lot of the specific "ingredient" of this thing.

The mysterious meteorite outside the sky was wrapped in seals and suppressed by the old god of fish beam wood.

There are only these three elements of this thing.

The old god is obviously not the so-called real world, and judging from the fact that he just touched the surface of the stone, this meteorite probably is not.

"So... night lion?"

"Or, his power?"

This guess is more reliable. After all, after hearing the words of the Three-Eyed Crow, the so-called night lion is the dark side of this world and is very likely to represent some reality.

However, if this is true, then Shire's goal is probably difficult to achieve.

When opening the shuttle door, you need to touch the reality of the world. It is unknown whether this touch is superficial or swallowed in a deep level.

But whether it is the superficial or deep meaning, the meteorite that has already taken a step ahead of Shire is obviously a huge obstacle.

It had swallowed the power of the night lion, and at this moment the power had already been integrated into its "body". So unless it digs open its body, Charles would not have any other way to separate the power.

This is equivalent to killing the strange god.

However, the mysterious "monster" that the true god in this world has not killed for tens of thousands of years. Is it possible for me to do this young man who has just been here for a few months?

After frowning and thinking for a long time, Charles shook his head and retreated back to the woods, touching his hand again to the trunk of the fish beams.

"Is there any way for me to recall the memories hidden in my soul?" he asked.

"Memories hidden in the soul?" The three-eyed crow seemed a little surprised when he heard this, but then he responded clearly to Charles.

"I can't do it."

The Three-Eyed Crow's answer was not beyond Charles' expectations, which made him sigh, feeling that this trip was probably to this level.

However, the other party's next words raised a glimmer of hope.

"But maybe, I can make you recognize yourself."
Chapter completed!