Chapter 961 Star Observing Day <TOC> Chapter 963 Confluence of Information
Translator: SumTLMan
“La Pluie, do you mean…” Shura queried, confusion painting his features as he regarded La Pluie.
“It’s simple. The Star Crowned One, he must have glimpsed something in the star map. His low status and lack of support might be the cause of his blood-spitting episode.” The one speaking was a young man, his tone casual and his expression a shade too flippant.
“How could that be?” Shura frowned, an invisible crease furrowing his forehead.
“Nothing is impossible. The mystery of the stars themselves is a mystery that calls for inspiration. Perhaps, just perhaps, someone managed to capture that fleeting spark of enlightenment?” After a pause, the young man continued in his nonchalant tone, “Shura, I once heard a saying: To the ear that hears no music, the dancer seems insane. What do you think, am I right?”
Shura’s expression momentarily darkened, he shut the book he had been perusing, and retorted with a sideways glance, “Ivan, are you mocking me?”
“Mocking? I dare not.” Ivan laughed, his voice carefree and his words seemingly conciliatory, but his eyes held a defiant challenge.
The tension between Ivan and Shura, their verbal barbs thinly veiled, had the other prophecy wizards present exchanging uneasy glances.
Despite the primary subject being the blood-spewing young man, why were the two Observers seemingly tripping each other up?
Just as the atmosphere began to spark with contention, La Pluie, who had been closely observing the sickly young man, finally spoke again, “Whether it is backlash or some form of gain, why don’t we just ask him directly?”
Being the mightiest of Crown Star Church, when La Pluie spoke, both Ivan and Shura could do nothing but cease their bickering.
Suddenly, all eyes returned to the young man.
Under Maya’s care, he seemed to have significantly improved, but there was a sense of bewilderment in his eyes. It seemed as if he was immersed in his own memories, completely oblivious to the peculiar atmosphere around him.
Maya sighed inwardly, subtly prodded the young man with her walking stick.
Only then did he slowly return to reality. The moment his eyes cleared, they locked with La Pluie’s.
La Pluie, an elderly figure distinguished by a crown of celestial bodies and a robe imbued with the glitter of stars, was characterized by his white eyebrows. Although his visage bore the markings of time, his gaze was devoid of obscurity—clear, lucid, and childlike in its purity.
When locked in eye contact, it felt as if one was beholding the radiant twinkle of an infinite starlit night sky within his pupils.
“What name do you go by?” La Pluie inquired, his voice gentle and soothing, the question echoing in the young man’s ears.
The youth hesitated momentarily before realizing that La Pluie was addressing him. He responded quietly, “My name is Totoro.”
“Totoro? Indeed, a rather intriguing name.” La Pluie paused, his gaze flickering, “I am unable to perceive your past. It seems to be shrouded in a thick fog. May I ask why?”
La Pluie’s words sowed seeds of curiosity within every wizard present. Even Crown Star himself was unable to discern this person’s past?
All of them began employing various methods, eager to unravel the mystery of Totoro’s past. However, as La Pluie had suggested, it was veiled in a dense fog of mystery.
This peculiar occurrence stirred up a commotion among those present.
With a raised eyebrow, Ivan continued in his frivolous tone, “Can you, Shura, discern his past? Or are you biting off more than you can chew?”
Shura retorted with a glare but refrained from a verbal counter. Indeed, as Ivan pointed out, he too was unable to perceive the past of this youth.
A person brimming with riddles—there was a possibility that his initial judgment was indeed flawed. Shura’s complexion darkened further at this thought.
“I do not know my past,” Totoro shook his head.
Totoro’s statement caused the others to furrow their brows in confusion. How could one possibly be oblivious to their own past?
However, it was at this juncture that Maya gently interjected, “Totoro has lost his memories of the past. He only learned to communicate and understand basic knowledge in the past two years.”
Maya’s elucidation granted the others some degree of solace.
“I sometimes wish I knew nothing; perhaps then there would be less distress,” mused La Pluie after a pause. Looking again at Totoro, he gave voice to the question that had previously stirred debate between Shura and Ivan. “Was your coughing blood a consequence of seeing something unsettling?”
All eyes swiveled to Totoro, eager for his response.
However, Totoro’s pupils contracted sharply, as if he were thrust once more into the vision that had previously haunted him——
Before stepping into the Star Observing Hall, he’d inexplicably glimpsed an Omen Image filled with war, bloodshed, a demon bound in chains, and a white-robed youth manically laughing beside the demon. At that moment, he’d been unable to decipher the vision, unsure what each symbol signified.
But earlier, using the star map from the Mystery of Starlight, he’d seen another image. What startled him was the striking resemblance it bore to the previous one.
The flames of war were the same, as was the bloodshed, and the omnipresent darkness… However, behind the white-robed youth was a new addition—a terrifyingly immense shadowy figure. Even through a static image, Totoro could feel waves of fear washing over him.
The figure’s authority seemed potent enough to pierce through the fabric of space-time, assaulting Totoro’s psyche directly.
The figure’s appearance was unclear to him, but the scaly armor it wore, the skeletal wings on its back, the burning purple flames, and the colossal weapon it wielded all pointed to a single truth: it was a demon from the abyss… or worse, a demon god!
Staring at this image, Totoro was frightened, but it was not enough to trigger true dread in him.
The thing that sent shivers down his spine wasn’t the massive shadow, but the figure standing opposite the white-robed youth. He couldn’t make out the features of this figure, but the radiant green runes emanating from his back expanding ceaselessly outwards was impossible to ignore…
“It appears you have indeed perceived something?” La Pluie’s voice, like lightning cleaving through the gloom, roused Totoro from his contemplation once more.
Totoro remained silent, but his countenance spoke volumes.
Ivan whistled, “Looks like Crown Star was right. He truly saw something, not the hubris some were suggesting.”
Ignoring Ivan, Shura stared directly at Totoro, “What did you see? Speak.”
Still, Totoro remained silent. Shura scoffed, was he under the impression that they couldn’t handle an apprentice?
Just as Shura was about to administer a lesson with magic, La Pluie stopped him, “There are things we can discuss, and there are things we mustn’t. You’re not saying you’ve forgotten that rule, are you?”
Shura retorted, “He’s merely an apprentice, what prophecy could he have that can’t be spoken?”
Despite his words, Shura ceased his inquiry. Many prophecies indeed cannot be voiced outright. Even though Totoro was just an apprentice and saw little, who could be certain that his information wouldn’t intertwine with a larger revelation, triggering a resetting of variables?
If such a situation were to arise, casting the future into a tumultuous state of uncertainty, it wouldn’t just harm one individual; all seers linked to this chain of information would suffer collateral damage.
“Let’s set this matter aside for now, share your conclusions, and we can adjourn for the day,” La Pluie suggested.
At the conclusion of La Pluie’s words, all the wizards in attendance focused intently. Many attend the Star Observing Day for this final conclusion.
This conclusion pertains to the future they’ve seen during their stargazing.
If anyone shares useful information, it provides an opportunity to seize the initiative.
As if mirroring the past, there was once an Star Observing Day, where peculiar fissures were observed in the underground sewage system of Roman City. Subsequently, a wizard organization ventured into the depths to investigate, unearthing an experimental lab left by an ancient wizard, a relic that time seemed to have forgotten.
Furthermore, dating back a century, there was a Star Observing Day, during which ominous crimson glows had been observed emanating from the Dwarf Mound Plane.
Sure enough, not long after, the Dwarf Mound Plane was thrown into chaos with a rather significant wizard war, ignited by the pursuit of a single vial of Demon God’s Blood. That very conflict was renowned in the southern wizard circles, and thus coined as the Demon Blood Battle.
Due to these past events, the Summary Assembly of Star Observing Day has always been under the watchful eyes of prominent wizard organizations.
La Pluie scanned the room, “Who will go first?”
“I will,” declared Shura, who had previously been engrossed in his book, jotting down notes. At the sound of La Pluie’s inquiry, he closed his book and declared his intention.
“Then you shall start,” La Pluie nodded, it was only Observers who could draw valuable insights from the Mystery of Starlight.
Shura began, “What I mainly inferred from the Mystery of Starlight, pertains to the Paramjit Plateau. This time, the fusion of the two planes will unveil great opportunities for those who seize them. Aside from that, I attempted to find the passage post-fusion…”
At this juncture, Shura paused, prompting everyone to listen in earnest.
These so-called passages were the passages leading into the subsidiary planes post-fusion, each unique, for instance, the entrance to the Fairytale World being the hollow of an ancient tree.
Should someone be able to ascertain the location of these passages ahead of time, wouldn’t they have the advantage of claiming the plane first? Hence, everyone’s gaze bore into Shura, eagerly anticipating his next words.
Yet, Shura’s words took a swift turn, “However, I did not see the passage… perhaps, the passage is not within the Paramjit Plateau.”
Everyone wore the color of disappointment, like the evening sky after a washed out sunset.
Maya, perhaps, was bathed in the deepest shade of disillusionment. If the entrance and exit were situated on the Paramjit Plateau, the Savage Grottoes would naturally hold a tremendous advantage. But if that wasn’t the case, then the prospects of reaping the greatest benefits seemed as likely as catching a star falling from the firmament.
As for the abundant opportunities Shura mentioned earlier about the fusion of the two planes—it was as obvious as the sun in a cloudless sky. Yet, no one paid it much heed.
After Shura finished speaking, Ivan commented with a scoff, “That’s as nourishing as a meal of air.”
Raising an eyebrow, Shura responded, “So, it seems the information you have obtained carries a substantial weight, doesn’t it?”
Ivan merely shrugged his shoulders. “Perhaps it’s heavier than yours.”
Not waiting for La Pluie to speak, Ivan took the stage, “Let me go next.”
“The fruits of my stargazing venture reveal something I’ve been pondering for a long time,” Ivan glanced at Shura, “About that Mysterious Object that was lost last year on Silver Palm Island…”
As Ivan’s voice fell, like the last leaf of autumn, the room hummed with whispers, a quiet symphony of speculation.
Ivan, also one of the Observers of Crown Star Church, was known as the ‘Wanderer of Balance’.
His relationship with Shura in the past couldn’t be described as warm, but neither was it frosty. Yet recently, they’ve been at odds, as incompatible as fire and ice, all because of that vanishing Mysterious Object.
In the past, Ivan had assisted the Summer Dew Witch, aiming to secure that Mysterious Object. Shura, on the other hand, covertly aided the “Sea God” Florence.
Their divergent stances led to a series of conflicts, much like thunderstorms following a calm sea, which had since cast a shadow of contention between Ivan and Shura.
At present, Ivan’s abrupt mention of that lost Mysterious Object immediately attracted Shura’s sidelong glance.
They had employed a myriad of methods to investigate the Mysterious Object, all ending in futility, discovering that the Mysterious Object was ensconced within a prophecy shield zone. Now, Ivan suddenly declared he had news—how could this not provoke shock in Shura?
Moreover, as Shura was in shock, he was also perplexed—Ivan had the news and instead of laying low, he chose to speak out…why was that?
Not only Shura, but everyone else present maintained an insatiable curiosity towards the Mysterious Object.
It was said that the Mysterious Object had been missing for over half a year, during which time it hadn’t surfaced. No wizard organization had taken responsibility, which only stoked others’ curiosity.
After all, this was an item reputed to be of strategic importance, a Mysterious Object no less!
Under the scrutiny of everyone present, Ivan began slowly——
Chapter 961 Star Observing Day <TOC> Chapter 963 Confluence of Information