69novels 0020 Fireworks buried under the toilet??
0020 Fireworks buried under the toilet??
What is that...?
It was a hazy and blurry shadow hanging behind Zhou Yun on the golden throne. It could only be barely made out that it was dark brown, like something charred by charcoal fire, crawling behind Zhou Yun in an ugly, hunched posture. The shadow cast by that thing almost completely covered Zhou Yun.
What is that?
Zhou Yun wanted to see clearly, but he couldn't. All his spiritual energy was concentrated in his eyes, yet he still couldn't make out what that blurry thing was.
What are you?
Zhou Yun asked the question, looking at the dark brown shadow.
+...person...Yu...+
A fragmented voice echoed from the golden throne, each word seemingly imbued with the scorching heat of stars, crashing down from the heavens and striking Zhou Yun's will, burning every nerve within him.
It was pain almost on par with sitting on a golden throne; a silent scream escaped Zhou Yun's throat.
He is falling, falling towards the ground, falling towards reality.
With a thud, the candlestick fell to the ground, the flame went out, the wax cooled on the ground, and the incense in the burner had long since burned out.
In the dimly lit, triangular room, Zhou Yun covered his head, his clothes almost completely soaked with sweat, and his legs trembling slightly.
Phantom pain, agony, dizziness, fear... a jumble of chaotic emotions surged from Zhou Yun's mind.
What is that?
Behind the golden throne, behind Zhou Yun, there was something else, crawling and almost completely enveloping him.
How could there be such a thing behind Zhou Yun, or rather behind the Emperor, after the Golden Throne?
Zhou Yun rubbed his temples to relieve the pain in his head.
Whatever it is, it's beyond Zhou Yun's current ability to discern.
His spiritual power was still too weak. Just a glance at the blurry figure of that thing and a sound of its fragmentation made his soul feel like it was burning.
To see clearly what that is, we probably need to continue to improve our spiritual power.
In fact, Zhou Yun had a vague guess about what that thing was, but he dared not think about it too deeply.
He dared to joke about the Four Gods because he believed they lacked the ability to seize the Golden Throne.
But that thing... if it really is what Zhou Yun is thinking...
The Dark Lord... This name flashed through Zhou Yun's mind for a fleeting moment.
Could the weasel from Biyang have really left him with such a huge problem...?
What does this feeling resemble?
It's like the last person who used the toilet didn't flush and even put a firecracker in the poop, and that firecracker could explode at any moment.
What's even more distressing is that he doesn't even know if feces exist.
Zhou Yun gritted her teeth, damn it.
If it really blows up right under his butt, so be it, we'll all die together. Zhou Yun believed that at that point, there would definitely be people more anxious than he was.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yun shook his head, extinguished his thoughts, and tried to shift his attention.
He had successfully crossed the boundary; at this moment, Zhou Yun's body had established a true connection with the subspace, becoming a gateway between the subspace and reality.
Or rather, every psionicist who truly awakens their talents is a doorway.
Under normal circumstances, they could use this to harness psionic energy from the warp.
But if they get out of control, they themselves can become the gateway for demons to invade reality.
However, Zhou Yun wasn't too worried about that.
A secondary reason is that the subspace near Macurag is relatively stable and not as dangerous.
The main reason is that, although stronger psychic energy makes a place more vulnerable to demonic invasion, we haven't seen any particularly foolish demons use the Emperor's gate.
Although Zhou Yun couldn't use the Emperor's spiritual power, he could pull the will and spiritual power within this body back to the Golden Throne at any time, leaving only an empty, soulless corpse.
And those demons who try to enter through Zhou Yun's door will most likely be dragged up to the golden throne to enjoy their blessings.
Zhou Yun controlled the subspace psionic energy to slowly flow into his body, and his senses became more acute than before.
It's not the conventional five senses, but a sense that transcends reality, allowing one to vaguely glimpse the future.
This is the diviner's psychic talent; according to the Inquisition's classification, they belong to the category of precognitive psychics.
These psychics are skilled at seeing through the flow of time and fate, predicting the future, manipulating probability, and bringing some form of misfortune upon their enemies.
Other than that,
There are also biochemical systems that excel in the ways of flesh and blood, shaping their own or others' bodies with willpower, mastering cells, and manipulating the internal energy of organisms.
A fire-controlling class that manipulates flames and heat, adept at burning enemies with subspace magic fire, and even transforming itself into pure flames.
The telekinetic system excels at converting psychic energy into pure physical force, manipulating objects, generating force fields, and releasing kinetic energy with thought.
And the Mind Transmission System, which is adept at infiltrating others' minds, constructing mental communication, altering perceptions, distorting memories, and even turning others into puppets—scholars may have been manipulated by such psychics in the past.
Although there are some more special psionicists whose talents lie in more dangerous and rare areas such as demonology, these five categories accurately cover the talents of the vast majority of psionicists... If this classification system were not clearly just a renaming of the five major academic societies of the Thousand Sons Legion during the Great Crusade, Zhou Yun would probably admire the Inquisitor who invented this system.
Hmm... Zhou Yun tried a few of the minor psionic spells that Greyfax had taught him.
He successfully levitated the candlestick in front of him and successfully awakened a memory in his mind.
It's telekinesis and mind control. A scholar's psychic talents are primarily in telekinesis, with a small portion in mind control.
This put Zhou Yun in a bit of a predicament. He wasn't very skilled in either of these two types of magic; telepathy was slightly better for him, as Grefax was adept at it. When teaching Zhou Yun precognitive magic, he also taught him some of it.
As a telekinetic, Zhou Yun knows at most a few minor psionic spells, and he knows almost no higher-level spells at all, so he can't fully utilize his talent in telekinesis.
On the contrary, Zhou Yun's precognitive abilities were greatly enhanced due to the incorporation of the scholar's psychic energy.
The court has two classification systems for psychic powers.
One system is simply for evaluating psionic levels, using a total of twenty-four levels from Ω to A.
Among them, Ω, Ψ, Χ, Φ, Υ, Τ, and Σ are the seven levels of negative psychics, that is, untouchables.
P is at level 0, which is the baseline for ordinary humans.
Level 1, designated as Π, is known as the inert psychic level and is not considered a true psychic.
Above that, those from level 2O to level 7K are called low-level psionicists. Theoretically, they should be under the control of the Inquisition, but because there are so many of these psionicists, it is impossible to manage them all. Fortunately, most of them do not pose a real threat.
Level 8 and above are the psionicists who truly need to be taken away by the Black Ship for training and screening.
When Zhou Yun was a diviner, he was originally at the level 7K, the limit of a low-level psychic. However, after being discovered by Greyfax and undergoing training, he reached level 8I.
Now that he has combined the spiritual power of scholars and diviners, Zhou Yun considers himself to be at level 9Θ or close to that level.
Besides the classification of spiritual power,
The Tribunal's other grading system is based on psychic power techniques, with the five common psychic power categories divided into six levels.
Among them, telepathy and prophecy, two types closely related to the mind, use the same rating.
They are: Crimson Layer, Gold Layer, Silver Layer, Secret Layer, Silent Layer, and Dark Layer.
Zhou Yun's precognition can reach the third level, the silver level, while his telepathy is at the second level, the gold level.
The hierarchy of mental arts is as follows: grammarian, rhetorician, debater, triadic, quadrilateralist, and grandmaster.
Zhou Yun's telekinetic skills are probably at the first level of the Literary Mage.
Zhou Yun pressed his finger to his brow, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Zhou Yun activated a precognitive psychic spell called "Foresight."
The spell's effect is exactly as its name suggests: foresight. It allows one to glimpse the future through a psychic perspective, seeing a network of countless possibilities and grasping fragments of what lies ahead...
Broken black stone... obelisk... lighthouse... twinkling stars...
Fragmented images flashed before Zhou Yun's eyes.
He saw a majestic mountain rising from the verdant earth, piercing the clouds like a lighthouse.
He saw it; ahead of him, a strong man with short blond hair was walking, looking up at the high mountain.
He also saw Tita, who was older than he was now, standing beside him, holding a clay tablet in his hands, on which were engraved Makulaq cuneiform script.
"Lighthouse." Zhou Yun vaguely heard Tita's voice.
lighthouse,
Zhou Yun was suddenly enveloped in a blinding light, the dazzling brilliance piercing through metal.
The mountain, that tall mountain, was looking down on Zhou Yun.
That is.....
*lighthouse*
*We are the lighthouse*
*The Broken Lighthouse*
*You're watching us*
We are watching you too.
The sound of the mountain, something that resembled a sound but was different, arose.
Zhou Yun was certain that it was not psychic energy, but... but rather someone speaking through spacetime itself.
*The endoskeleton cavity containing organs that interact with matter and non-matter faces light.*
Incomprehensible words rang out, then gradually faded into the future Zhou Yun saw, and finally disappeared completely.
Zhou Yun slowly removed the fingers from his forehead.
lighthouse.....
Zhou Yun pondered the word.
Zhou Yun's first thought was of the star torch that would later be lit by the emperor.
But what he had just seen in the prophecy didn't feel like the Star Torch to him—after all, he was too familiar with the Star Torch. Being so close to him, it made him ache all over all day long, just as annoying as the Golden Throne.
If it's not Star Torch, what is it?
Zhou Yun let out a soft breath.
It seems that Makula is indeed a place where talents gather!