If the Observatory and the Stellar Chamber are the eyes of the White Tower.
Then, the Prophetic Hall is the heart of the White Tower.
This is the space closest to destiny, the entire hall is made of the Stone of Destiny.
As long as one is in it, anyone with a slight gift for prophecy can see the strings of destiny, playing the symphony of fate.
The Source Prophecy, concerning the fate of the entire Kingdom, naturally takes place in this hall.
The divine body of the Ancient God of Destiny, Yanosadag, is placed on the altar at the center of the hall.
A total of nineteen pieces, including most of the Ancient God's torso, part of a skull, half a hand, and one leg.
The Ancient God of Destiny dismembered itself piece by piece within its Divine Tower, upon its altar of destiny, using divine power to create materials from its own corpse.
This is the top-grade material of destiny.
No other material can stand beside it, it is also the last remaining fragment in this world.
All others have been used.
The ritual of the Source Prophecy, if including the preparation time before the ceremony, has already consumed half a year's time.
Trolian has paid enormous efforts for its success.
The White Tower has mobilized all its strength to complete this prophecy.
The Master of White Tower, Meredith, put aside all matters and presided personally.
Now, it is finally about to be completed.
Purple streams of light cover the dome, shifting colored bubbles appear faintly in the air, the power of the river of destiny permeates the entire hall.
All the Prophets, Tower-spire Observers, Astrologers, have retreated outside the hall.
Including the Great Prophet Iyeta.
In the whole hall, only the Master of White Tower, Meredith, remains.
He, clad in myriad radiance, with invisible strings, walks step by step toward the center of the hall.
Everyone watches him tensely, many kneeling down and praying devoutly.
The Source Prophecy has reached its final step, the Spiritual Light of prophecy is gathering toward the center of the hall.
The tangible light indicates that the scale of this prophecy is unprecedented.
It even surpasses the limits of imagination for most of those present.
Indeed.
Initially, no one could have imagined the Source Prophecy could reach this level.
Its beginning was merely an accident.
During a routine prophecy, Meredith suddenly triggered his intuition and saw shadows of the future.
The fleeting images shocked him, and to pursue their truth, Meredith decisively initiated the Source Prophecy.
Initially, they used fragments from the Book of Destiny as core materials for the prophecy but quickly failed.
Meredith, after extensive research, determined that his prophesied future was too vast, involving too many causes and effects, and the strength of the destiny materials was far from sufficient, leading to the prophecy's failure.
Because of this, the Royal City embarked on an expedition to Sagus City.
Ancient Evil Thought infiltrated within, striving to thwart them, also proving the importance of this prophecy.
When the expedition team brought back the last remaining destiny remnant materials, this prophecy, exceeding all scales, could finally begin.
The remains of the God of Destiny withstand the counter-effects of the great prophecy, meeting the terrifying demands for the ritual's operation.
After over a month's effort by the White Tower, they finally reached the last step.
The demand for destiny power by the ritual reached an unimaginable height.
Everyone stares at the center of the hall, hoping the destiny materials can withstand the final pressure and complete the prophecy.
With every step Meredith takes closer, the Spiritual Light of destiny flickers once, his radiant glow dims a bit, and destiny's materials fade away slightly.
Everyone's heart beats along.
Some prophets can't bear such immense pressure and faint on the ground.
But no one pays any heed, no one even looks at them.
Even the ever-calm Great Prophet Iyeta is drenched in cold sweat, eyes fixed on his teacher, not daring to blink once.
"Must succeed."
He silently chants in his heart.
"If it fails, there will never again be such strong materials, such a Source Prophecy could never arise again."
Such unparalleled destiny power shakes his nerves, Iyeta watches as his teacher walks toward the central altar, destiny's Spiritual Light gradually descends from above the altar, slowly forming a circle.
Now, this circle only has one gap left.
"Hurry up, teacher!"
Iyeta impatiently urges in his heart.
"Just one last step remains."
Everyone's hearts are in their throats.
The pressure inside the hall is astonishingly high, Meredith hesitates to take this step.
"What is the teacher waiting for?"
Iyeta's eyes almost burst from their sockets, his palms are all wet.
Suddenly, he notices a streak of black shadow in the altar.
"What is this? Why is there a force of corruption here?"
In that instant, Iyeta feels his heart drop into an ice cave.
However, in the next moment, a warm flame illuminates everyone.
A burning figure lands among them.
It's a humanoid made of golden flame, Iyeta instantly recognizes it.
The King's avatar!
Its arrival is tantamount to the King's arrival.
"King?"
Iyeta exclaims.
"Why have you come?"
The King smiles faintly: "For such an important ritual as the Source Prophecy, how could I not come?"
The golden flame lights up the entire Prophetic Hall, the black streak vanishes in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph, rats in the gutter, dared to interfere with the Source Prophecy?"
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