Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 47: Perceive

Buzz!

When he saw the scarlet scene all over the street, Ian, who was extremely astonished, suddenly felt deep in his brain, it could even be said that a certain organ that was independent of his body, but indeed belonged to him, suddenly produced A pain without any warning.

The intense pain was as if someone put a sea urchin full of sea water and toxins in his brain, and shook it violently, making it difficult for Ian to breathe in an instant, and he fell to his knees neatly. Land, not even a sound came out.

"Hoo! Hoo"

The pain came and went quickly. When Ian regained control of his body, he immediately began to breathe heavily. His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, with cold sweat the size of a grain of rice. It fell from the forehead and temples, and wet the neckline.

Of course, Ian is not the ultimate tough guy who wants to endure the screams when he is alone. The reason why he didn't cry out in pain is only because he was too tired and had no extra strength, and his brother was beside him. .

He leaned against the wall tremblingly, stood up slowly, and Ian, who had already escaped from the vision of vision, raised his head with lingering fear, and looked out the window: "It seems that my psychic ability cannot take the initiative to observe too large, or Target with too many people"

Just now, when Ian was observing the street, he felt that his physical strength was pouring out like a flood, which made him close to collapse in an instant, and he almost fell into a coma from shock.

This is where the shortcomings of the precognitive horizon appear.

It can indeed predict the future on a small scale, determine the treasure level of items, and even lead Ian to make better choices to a certain extent

But everything goes too far, he can only observe the fate and future trends of a few people at most.

When there are too many people, he can exhaust himself to death.

However, this is just that the physical exertion is too much, it does not mean 'can't'.

If Ian has enough physical strength, he guesses that in his future, he may be able to break through this limitation and observe the future trend of "a group of people" or even "a street", "a city" or even "an entire port"!

"What happened just now?"

Standing up slowly, Ian looked puzzled: "A port shrouded in blood"

"Port Harrison, what are you going to face?!"

Although there is no other evidence, judging from his psychic signs alone, everyone in Harrison Port, at least most of them, has fallen into a "death-defying crisis"!

The red mist all over the street even turned into a surging tsunami, reverberating between the sky and the earth. Ian immediately raised the alert to the highest level, but he didn't know when the crisis would come.

"Is it a storm? A tsunami? Or a thunderstorm, an earthquake?"

"The Bison Mountains are next to Port Harrison, and there may be landslides and mudslides caused by heavy rain."

Running to the backyard, Ian looked up at the sky of Port Harrison and the surrounding terrain. He couldn't help muttering: "These are the only things that can cause so many people to die at the same time. Of course, there is also a possibility."

"That is a large-scale indigenous invasion."

"Even, the worst possibility is that several of the above-mentioned events happened at the same time."

Although it looks calm now, does Ian know that the aborigines are indeed carrying out pure sacrifices in the recent period-this is a great sacrifice that even the people of the empire know, and it requires the concentration of the lives of dozens of living people , and many rare materials.

The dozens and hundreds of large and small tribes of Sequoia natives will put aside their disputes when holding pure sacrifices, and each offer their best sacrifices to the nominal "big shaman", the co-lord of Sequoia tribes.

Ian himself was almost sacrificed as a sacrifice.

Generally speaking, the pure sacrifice is carried out every ten years, and the potion produced in each pure sacrifice can produce several sublimators of the first level, which is the most common among the major tribes It is also the easiest way to create sublimators.

Of course, such manufactured sublimators have huge flaws.

In addition, when a great crisis is foreseen, the Sequoia natives will also carry out pure sacrifices in exchange for the protection of the spirits, which can also temporarily strengthen the tribe's strength.

"The last pure sacrifice of the natives was eight years ago, the super typhoon that swept across the coast of the southern border of the empire"

Ian stared at the dark clouds churning in the dark sky. The heavy rain and rumbling thunder that were still falling did not make him afraid, but only made him think: "My father in this life also died in that storm. A disaster that even sublimated people can hardly survive”

"This time the aboriginals started offering sacrifices again, which shows that there is a great possibility that another typhoon of the same intensity or even higher intensity is coming."

"In addition, Mr. Hilliard quietly came to Port Harrison, which seems to be related to this 'abnormality'."

Clues are gathering, Ian turned his head and looked in the direction of the coastline.

The surging waves beat against the reef, the beach and the stone base of the port. They collided violently and made a dull tremor, just like thunder on the ground.

"In the sea." He whispered to himself, staring at the deep shadows in the sea.

At this moment, Ian, to be honest, really couldn't help but want to open his prophetic vision and stare at the sea. He had a strong premonition that if he did this, he would definitely be able to see some signs and clues.

However, an equally strong, even stronger premonition was also warning Ian.

—Try it, and die!

I was almost exhausted just looking at the street, how dare I look at the sea? This is no longer courageous, it is simply crazy!

"It's better to have a hunch than nothing, at least it proves that there are existences in the sea that are far beyond the scope of things that I can predict now."

Closing his eyes and suppressing the desire to observe, Ian shook his head slightly: "When the teacher comes back, I have to tell him what I found."

"The life and death of the whole city is not something that can be concealed."

Back in the house, Ian took a deep breath to calm down.

Then, he came to his younger brother Elan again and began to continue his previous practice.

He continued to condense the source seed.

——No matter what the future holds, no matter how the omen gathers the Source Seed and improves one's own strength, at least one can change the future of oneself and his younger brother.

"The previous foresight proves that my revision direction is correct, and I can indeed rely on the fog on Elan's body to predict whether my decision is correct or not."

"In this way, I only need to correct some small details again, and I can start to accumulate source quality, and when I have enough, I can cultivate the source seed in one fell swoop."

Although Ian doesn't know why, he can actually reflect the changes in the future of reality just by thinking about it in his head. This may be the special feature of the predictive horizon.

There is no need to think about things that have no answer.

With a peaceful mind, Ian closed his eyes.

Among storms and thunderstorms, when lightning streaked the sky outside his window, he began to practice again.

At the same time.

At the east of the city near Central Avenue, Bai Zhimin Elder Hall.

This square old house made of white stones and covered with vines is located next to the town's energy furnace. There are some commonly used herbal medicines, which are used by the physicians in the Elder Hall to treat the people of Bai for free.

This is the place where Bai Zhimin's high-level executives meet and discuss on weekdays. Elder Pude himself often works and rests here, but if there is nothing wrong, no one will come here to trouble the old man, so it is considered quiet.

But today, there was a figure tiptoeing through the heavy rain, and walked quickly all the way to the hall.

"Elder, elder!"

Brin, the sneaky herbal picker who appeared at the door of Ian's house before, seemed to have some intention, and hurriedly said to the elder's guard with a panicked face at the moment: "I have important information to report to the elder"

Two guards on the left and one on the right had already grabbed Brin's shoulders and were about to throw him out, but they heard a tired old voice from upstairs: "Let him come up."

The guard let go of Brin in response, and the herbal picker, who had been pardoned, heaved a sigh of relief. Then he straightened his appearance and walked upstairs nervously.

"Why, is there any result in the investigation?"

In the study room on the second floor, Elder Purdue put down the official documents and reports in his hands. He looked indifferently at Brin, who was saluting to him, and said, "Looking at your expression, it's the same as I guessed."

"Ian's kid, I really found you, right?"