Chapter 12: The Mist on the White Shore

Chapter 12: The Mist on the White Shore

In the gray mist, Shen Yi put on the mask he had just taken from the drawer, and his face began to change instantly.

As for changing into whose appearance? His mind came up with Byrons image.

The middle-aged man from the morning was very elegant. It would be nice to become his lookalike.

The masks mysterious powers began to manifest, his facial features began to squirm, and his limbs gradually twisted; the whole person changed into another form in a blur.

A velvet black suit with a bright red rose on his chest, and his face changed into a middle-aged gentleman with a Van Dyck-style square mustache.

The transformation was a success.

Walking out of the gray mist with a satisfied smile he observed the surroundings.

In front of him was a huge basement.

There was hardly any embellishment, the ground and walls were piled up with stones, and the place looked ancient and primitive.

Standing on the center of the magic circle, a looming red glow radiated from beneath his feet. This kind of glow seemed to evoke a primitive impulse in the deepest part.

He quickly noticed the middle-aged man in front of him. With just a glance, his entire being felt bad.

Oopsthis time Li Gui ran into Li Kui

(***fake hero run into real one)

Shen Yi fell into deep thought.

There was a situation called bumping, which refers to two people wearing the same clothes without knowing it bumped into each other, which often made people look very embarrassed.

This time the situation he faced was even more embarrassing than bumping into each other.

He collided with the man in front of him who looked exactly like him, with a black suit and a bright red rose on his chest.

Its not just the clothing and looks, his eyes were firm and steady, and there was a classic British aristocracy in his gestures.

Shen Yi didnt know how to complain. This time the summoner was none other than his guest in the morning!

He could be sure that the other party was not a sacrifice, but the initiator of this summoning ceremony.

His heart began to beat faster because this time he was directly confronting the initiator of the summoning. It would be terrible if he were to be found out, so he had to explain how he resembled the other person.

A good response came to his mind, but he didnt speak right away, instead, he remained silent for some time.

Anyway, under normal circumstances, Gods would not take the initiative to explain things to humans.

The white mist began to spread all over the hall, and there were no other colors around except white.

Yanas body trembled slightly, as the cloud of white mist crawled into the lobby on the first floor, rushing to every corner.

She only felt that she saw something extremely huge, she felt that it was bigger than the ocean, bigger than the sky, perhaps only the endless vastness of the universe could be compared to it.

It was an ancient text that he had never seen before, and the next moment it was shattered, without any emotional upheaval and translated into meaning that humans could understand.

Byron received this message.

The great white mist on the other side asked him[Did you know why he looked like this?]

He was taken aback for a moment. He has been appearing in the world in an endless white mist. As for why he looked like this, it seems that no one had ever explored it.

Why?

The answer was very important. Byron knew that if he couldnt satisfy the gods, it would be more than just abandoning everything.

Perhaps, he would face an unimaginable ending.

The white mist across the shore is a God who controls everything and overflows the world.

It suddenly occurred to him that all generations of researchers called him by the white mist across the shore, but for a god outside the world, the name was meaningless.

Perhaps, it was the same to the external form, which was meaningless to the gods.

So thats it I understand!

Byron took a deep breath, and organized the language, then said, Because the external form has no meaning to the gods. Perhaps the appearance that I and the humble humans can see is just a projection in the heart. .

Although Byron spoke smoothly, he was actually very nervous. He had no idea how the god would react to his answers.

Well, Shen Yi wanted to applaud him! what he said was really good, it was completely a set of standard answers.

Shen Yi breathed a sigh of relief when Byron was able to accept the setting of the gods and his own appearance. Although he was happy in his heart, he showed no expression on the surface.

He just answered indifferently: Yes, thats it.

Byron was immediately relieved, he had never been so nervous in decades.

Since this was the case, his first hurdle was passed.

Byron bowed his head deeply. He had never been so humble before, and his tone was full of pleading and hope.

The great being who mastered everything and filled the entire universe.

I offer the Burning Chaos Seed.

Please grant my wish and fulfill my expectation, so that my daughter can live again.

According to ancient records, the White Mist was the arch-enemy of the Lord of Ashes, and the Burning Chaos Seed actually refers to the dead followers of the Lord of Ashes.

After careful investigation over the years and a great deal of research, Byron concluded that it would be the easiest way to win the favor of White Mist by offering the corpses of the enemys family members.

Just a few days ago, Byron went to the Evil Land outside Beland to do as many ambushes as possible, he desperately hunted down a disaster-level power of the Lord of Ashes family members.

His purpose was to sacrifice it to the Mist of White Shore.