Cotton white clouds enveloped Selent, and he had never had such a wonderful experience, as if these white clouds were part of his body, and could change into anything he wanted with the slightest movement of his mind.

First a small grass, then a small animal, then a fierce beast, then a building, and finally a person: Uncle Vincent, Bishop Fren...... Finally, there is Alfie.

As if a memory reappeared, everything that Sellent had seen since he was a child was mimicked by the white clouds around him, and as the images around him increased, the white clouds that wrapped him gradually began to become thinner, and the world under the clouds gradually revealed in front of Celrent's eyes-

A towering white tower beneath Yunton caught Serent's eye, and Celent immediately recognized it as the prayer tower from the Holy See's holy mountain, which was the core of the entire Holy See, where His Majesty the Pope was in charge of religious affairs. Of course, all this is the knowledge that Celent has learned from the Holy Canon.

Born at the time of the Cataclysm, Celent didn't have the privilege of worshipping the Holy Mountain, but that didn't stop him from immediately recognizing the place he'd always dreamed of.

A grand festival is taking place on the Holy Mountain.

On the altar of the Holy Light next to the prayer tower, four cardinal archbishops stand at the four corners of the top of the large altar in the shape of a trapezoidal pyramid, looking up at the vast night sky together.

The only thing that surprised Celent a little was that the cardinal archbishop standing in the east seemed to be dressed slightly differently from the other three, and this cardinal's robe was not rolled with gold like the other three, but with a circle of silver. Serent, who was familiar with the secret canons of the Holy See, immediately understood that this was not really a cardinal, but a cardinal who had been identified as the heir to the cardinal.

Behind the four cardinals are the Holy Cultists standing in the ranks. The faithful, led by the celebrant, bowed their heads and prayed. Farther away, in the royal capital of Brent (the Holy Mountain is located near Brent, the capital of the Eastern Kingdom), countless devotees kneel on the ground with golden candles in their hands.

Celent looked at the altar in front of the four cardinals with some nervousness, and he suddenly realized what kind of sacrificial ritual this was, this is a grand sacrifice that the Holy See will hold every thousand years after the Great War of All Nations, praying that the Lord of Light will continue to protect the Oriad continent and continue to bring abundance and peace to the continent.

To Serent's slight surprise, he did not see the appearance of the Holy Pope, who was supposed to preside over the sacrifice, and there was no reason for His Holiness to be absent from such a grand ceremony.

A golden flame suddenly burst out of the altar, indicating that the time had come for the ceremony, but His Majesty the Pope never appeared.

At this moment, the earth suddenly began to roar, the whole heaven and earth began to shake violently, the mountains and rivers began to shift, the buildings collapsed in pieces, the believers who were waiting for the sacrifice to begin fled in panic, and an unprecedented natural disaster appeared before Serent's eyes, and he even noticed several huge cracks in the prayer tower, which was claimed to have never been damaged in the slightest since it was built.

Under the influence of the great natural disaster, the clouds that enveloped Celent also began to roll violently, and the white clouds that had been transformed into various creations by Celrent's will dispersed, and the dark and dark red colors began to stain the pure and immaculate white, and soon spread, covering the entire night sky with dark clouds.

"Ahh In the strong sense of weightlessness, he accidentally noticed that in the night sky above the dark clouds, the red and blue moons overlapped, emitting a mysterious purple light......

"Looks like you're having a nightmare. Anthony's voice abruptly appeared in Serent's ear.

Serent was startled, opened his eyes, and found Anthony, who was covered in flames, sitting beside him for a long time, leisurely sipping tea.

"I'm not sure if it's a dream. "Celent had a strong desire to confide in people, and he had a strong premonition that it was not a dream. If it wasn't a dream, then it was probably what happened on the Holy Mountain on the night of the cataclysm.

But Celent was only guessing, and with all news on the Eastern and Western Continents cut off, he had no way of verifying whether the dream was real.

What made Celent wonder why everything on the Holy Mountain on the eve of the Cataclysm had strangely appeared in his dreams, and what did that mean?

"Do you need a cup? Tranquility tea from the elves. Anthony poured out a cup of tea and nudged it in the direction of Serent.

"Thank you. The scheming Celent never wondered if there was something bad in someone's good intentions.

Streamer took the teacup he handed him in Anthony's admiring eyes and drank it down, "I wonder what kind of test you arranged for me?"

"I'm a little embarrassed by your performance. Anthony said matter-of-factly, as long as Sellent showed even a little hesitation just now, he had a reason to increase the difficulty of the test, but unfortunately Celent did not give him such a chance.

"Why don't you tell me about your dream? Anthony hesitated, deciding to go with his instincts. Just now, when Celent had just woken up, he suddenly had an urgent desire to know what kind of nightmare could make this paladin, who had always been calm, let out a terrifying scream.

It must be admitted that Tenel's superb illusions, even in Anthony's realm of fire, he was still affected by Tenel's illusions, and did not discover the true face hidden beneath the paladin's surface.

"Is this a test?" asked Celent suspiciously, such a test was too child's play, not to mention the difficult tests that others might face, at least the trials faced by the troll warrior Zambit were life-threatening.

"Of course!" replied Anthony without hesitation. His feeling was getting stronger and stronger.

"Wouldn't it be too easy?" asked Celrant, uncertain.

"I don't think so. Anthony was speechless for a while, he didn't expect to meet a strange person who disliked the test of simplicity.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?" Celent didn't know why this sentence came out of his mouth, this is typical of Alfie's style, could it be that he was so deeply influenced by him?

"Would you lie?" Anthony asked with a smirk. Don't be funny, it can be seen from Celent's clear eyes that this guy definitely belongs to the rare species that has not been "polluted".

"I want to ...... No way. Celent suddenly had little confidence in his words, and who knew if he would unconsciously add a lie or two to it like he had just now. Because at this time, his mind was full of what Alfie had told him: "The highest level of lying is to sandwich one false sentence between nine truths......"