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The moonlight sprinkled softly on the ancient stone road like silver yarn. Selina frowned, and a trace of imperceptible worry flashed in her eyes. She stood in front of the guards, her voice low and powerful: "Especially Lily," she deliberately added, with a hint of unquestionable seriousness in her tone, "Pay attention to her every move, and report to me immediately if there is any abnormality." She paused, and her tone became more serious, "Remember, don't alert the enemy." The two guards immediately obeyed the order, stood up straight, clenched their right fists on their left chests, and answered firmly: "Yes, High Priest!" After that, the two turned and left, and the footsteps echoed in the empty corridor and gradually disappeared into the night. The torches on both sides of the corridor crackled, stretching their figures long, casting swaying shadows on the wall, like dancing ghosts. Selina turned and walked towards her room. The moonlight poured into the room through the window, casting a faint silver glow on the ground, and everything in the room was shrouded in a soft light. The room was furnished with some simple furniture, a wooden bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a small altar for prayer. The air was filled with a faint scent of lavender, which was refreshing.

Selina walked to the desk and sat down, taking out a pen and paper from the drawer. She pondered for a moment, then began to write on the paper. She wrote very seriously, and the tip of the pen rustled on the paper, as if she was telling a secret. Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were focused, as if she wanted to pour all her thoughts into the tip of the pen.

She recorded in detail the information about the "Soul Takers", from their origins to their abilities, and the harm they could cause. She also recorded Lily's relationship with Alex's family and her suspicion of Lily. She wrote in detail, trying not to miss any details.

After writing, Selina rolled up the note and stuffed it into a small metal tube. The metal tube is made of a special alloy, which is strong and durable and can prevent the letter from being damaged. She took out a piece of wax and sealed the opening of the metal tube. After the wax cooled, a red mark was left on the metal tube to ensure that the letter would not be peeked at.

She called a trusted guard. The guard was dressed in black, had a burly figure, a cold face, and sharp eyes. It was obvious that he was a well-trained elite. He walked to Selina, knelt on one knee, bowed his head respectfully, and waited for Selina's instructions.

Selina handed the metal tube to the guard and whispered: "Send this letter secretly to the Temple Elders Council. Remember, you must hand it to the elder of the Elders Council in person, without any mistakes!" Her tone was serious and solemn, with unquestionable majesty.

The guard took the metal tube, carefully put it in his pocket, and answered firmly: "Yes, High Priest!" He stood up, turned around and walked out of the room quickly, and his figure disappeared into the night. He understood the importance of this letter and the responsibility he shouldered. He would deliver this letter safely to the Elders Council at all costs.

After dealing with the letter, Selina got up and went to Mark's room. She gently pushed open the door. The room was dimly lit. Only an oil lamp beside the bed emitted a faint light, which made Mark's pale face particularly clear. He lay quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, breathing evenly and weakly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. Bingying still lay quietly beside the bed, his golden eyes always staring at Mark, his eyes full of worry.

Selina walked to the bed and carefully observed Mark's sleeping appearance. His face was still pale, his lips were chapped, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was suffering from some kind of pain.

She reached out and gently touched Mark's forehead with her fingertips, feeling the change in his body temperature. His forehead was a little hot, but his body temperature was normal. Selina was slightly relieved, but she did not relax her vigilance.

Selina secretly explored Mark's energy fluctuations. She closed her eyes, concentrated her mind, and slowly probed her mental power into Mark's body. A weak energy fluctuation came from Mark's body. This energy fluctuation was completely different from the energy fluctuation of the holy stone, full of darkness and evil. But this dark power was wrapped by another holy energy, and the two energies counteracted each other, forming a delicate balance.

After confirming that Mark was safe, Selina retracted her mental power and slowly opened her eyes. A trace of doubt flashed in her eyes. She didn't understand why Mark had both the energy of the holy stone and the dark power in his body.

Selina looked at Mark deeply, then turned and left the room. She closed the door gently, trying not to make any noise so as not to disturb Mark's rest.

At this time, Mark's soul followed Bingying's soul to the inside of the holy stone.

Mark stood in this mysterious and vast space, surrounded by soft white light, as if he was above the clouds. The crystal ground under his feet was crystal clear and smooth like a mirror, reflecting everything around him, making people feel as if they were in a dreamlike fairyland. He asked softly, his tone full of curiosity and doubt: "What is this place?" He turned his head to look at Bingying beside him. Bingying's hair shone with silver luster under the soft light, and the golden pupils flashed with wisdom.

Bingying raised his head and let out a low whimper, as if answering Mark's question. It took a step and walked forward along the crystal floor, and Mark followed closely behind. Every step was accompanied by a slight vibration of the crystal floor, as if responding to their footsteps. Mark lowered his head and saw that his reflection was clearly visible on the ground, and even the slightest expression could be captured. He reached out and touched the ground, feeling a cold and pure energy coming from his fingertips, which made his heartbeat calm.

They walked a distance and came to a huge crystal ball. The crystal ball emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire space, and the light was dazzling and dazzling. The surface of the crystal ball was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the figures of Mark and Bingying, as well as everything around them. Mark looked at the huge crystal ball in front of him, his tone full of awe: "Is this the core of the holy stone?" He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the crystal ball, but he was a little hesitant.

Bingying raised his head and looked at Mark with golden eyes, as if encouraging him. Mark took a deep breath, slowly stretched out his hand and touched the crystal ball. A powerful energy instantly poured into Mark's body, making him feel numb. This energy was warm and comfortable, as if a warm current flowed through the body, dispelling all fatigue and coldness.

At this time, an old face appeared on the surface of the crystal ball. The face was kind and majestic, with eyes closed, as if in deep sleep. The face slowly opened its eyes, and a pair of deep eyes stared at Mark, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes. Mark was stunned. He looked at the old face in the crystal ball and didn't know what to say for a while.

Mark's heartbeat was beating violently in his chest, and he could feel the energy flowing in his blood vessels, as if looking for something. His eyes were fixed on the face in the crystal ball. The eyes of that face were as deep as the brightest stars in the night sky, as if they could see through his soul.

"Who are you?" Mark finally mustered up the courage and asked with a trembling voice.

The face in the crystal ball smiled slightly, and that smile was full of endless wisdom and kindness: "Welcome, child from the future world."

"Is this really the ancient world?" Mark's voice was a little confused.

The face in the holy stone looked deeper, and his voice echoed in Mark's mind: "Yes, my child, I can feel the existence of my fragments in your body. It seems that the disaster is still unavoidable."

Mark felt a panic: "Is it the scene I saw in my dream before? Why is it like this?"

The voice of the holy stone sounded again: "I will show you the truth, and you will be clear."

As the holy stone spoke, the light of the crystal ball became stronger, and the whole space began to vibrate. Mark felt that he was surrounded by an invisible force, and his body became light, as if he was about to float up. He closed his eyes and let the force guide him.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely different space. There was no crystal floor, no soft white light, only endless darkness. But in this darkness, he could see countless stars twinkling, forming a magnificent star map.

"This is the center of the universe, child." The voice of the Holy Stone sounded again, "This is the origin of all life and the place where all secrets are."

Mark felt an unprecedented shock in his heart. He stared at the stars and felt so small.

"I'm ready." Mark took a deep breath, his voice firm and powerful, "Tell me everything."

The Holy Stone smiled slightly, the stars began to rotate, and pictures unfolded in front of Mark's eyes. He saw the birth of the universe, the evolution of life, and the changes in history. He saw peace and war. He saw the Soul Taker born from human greed and saw the first Soul Taker controlled by Tibik.

When the picture finally disappeared, Mark felt that he had returned to the space full of white light.