Full-time Creation Master

Just as the five people finished their respectful three kowtows and six bows, a powerful shout suddenly rang out in the council hall.

"Are you really from the future?!"

It's Mo Fan.

He suddenly jumped up from the queue.

The chair legs scraped against the smooth gold brick floor with a screeching sound, his face was filled with disbelief and shock, and his eyes were fixed on the five people in the hall as if they had been tempered with fire.

His voice trembled slightly from shock, and unconsciously rose a few decibels, filled with urgency and disbelief.

At this moment, Mo Fan became the undisputed "mouth substitute" for thousands of people in the audience.

All the civil and military officials, forbidden spellcasters, and super-level mages present, even Chu Ming who sat firmly in his high position with a calm and composed aura, all harbored the same question in their hearts—but due to the solemn atmosphere of the council hall, no one dared to shout it out as bluntly and recklessly as Mo Fan.

A person from the future?

Descendants who have traveled across time and space?

Such beings, which only existed in ancient books and legends, were actually standing right in front of me?

Such a mind-blowing plot was impossible for anyone to keep calm, and the air in the hall seemed to freeze slightly due to this hidden commotion.

Faced with Mo Fan's stern question, the five people in the hall slowly straightened up, their postures still respectful.

All five were exceptionally good-looking; the men were all handsome and tall, while the women were all exceptionally beautiful.

Guan Ning stood tall and straight, his brows revealing a calm and capable demeanor;

Xue Zhen's eyes were sharp, concealing a hint of decisiveness;

Although Lu Lingqi and Lu Linglan are sisters, they each have their own unique charm; one is as aloof as the cold moon, and the other is as gentle as spring water.

Zhang Qiwen is refined and cultured, possessing an inherent scholarly air.

Without a trace of guilt or evasion on their faces, their eyes met the scrutinizing gazes of everyone in the hall with open honesty. They bowed again and replied in unison, "Your Highness, and all our ancestors, we are indeed from the future!"

The moment the words "Ancestor" were uttered, the atmosphere in the council hall instantly became even more subtle.

Many people's lips twitched slightly, and they couldn't help but mutter to themselves:

This etiquette... is just too perfect!

This is clearly a solemn ceremony used only for visiting graves and paying respects to deceased ancestors!

Now, it's been used entirely on these lively, energetic "living people."

Does it fit?

Is it really appropriate?

Someone nudged the person next to them with their elbow, their eyes filled with a helpless expression that was both funny and exasperating.

Even worse, some people were already silently complaining in their hearts: So in the eyes of these people from the future, they, these "ancestors", are not much different from the ancestors lying in the grave?

The hall was filled with questions and unspoken complaints, but due to the solemnity of the occasion, no one dared to voice them. They could only suppress their emotions and wait for the five people to provide a more detailed explanation.

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Multiple verifications: The mystery surrounding the identity of the future visitor

No sooner had the five people addressed him as "Ancestor" than a figure stood out in the still-unsettled commotion within the hall, particularly in the location of the ancestral hall.

He was a man wearing a Taoist robe with a dark plum blossom pattern.

The edges of his Taoist robe were embroidered with intricate divination symbols, and he held three copper coins in his hand, twirling them lightly between his fingertips.

The coin spun rapidly in the palm of the hand before finally settling down steadily.

The man lowered his eyes and stared at the divination chart, his brows furrowing slightly before slowly relaxing.

He muttered to himself, "My family's ancestral Plum Blossom Divination method never makes a mistake."

This divination revealed that they indeed came from the future.

In reality, cause and effect are clean and pure, without the slightest trace of evil spirits entangled...

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power, faintly echoing throughout the hall, causing many who had initially harbored doubts to change their expressions slightly.

On the other side, an elderly man with white hair and beard suddenly stood up. He was wearing a magnificent brocade robe embroidered with a black dragon emblem. He was none other than Jiang Chengye, the ancestor of the Jiang family in the capital.

The Jiang family is a family of forbidden spells with a thousand-year-old tradition in the Great Xia Dynasty, and has been in charge of the protective magic arrays of the Great Xia royal family for generations.

They wield immense influence in the capital's magical world, with at least two forbidden spell masters in each generation of their family.

The old man's eyes were bloodshot, and the area around his eyes was covered with fine red blood vessels, which was obviously caused by over-stimulating his innate spiritual eye.

Ignoring the swelling and pain in his eyes, he opened his reddened spiritual eyes to their maximum size once more, locking them tightly onto the five people in the hall. He poured spiritual energy into his eyes continuously, trying to see through the trickery among them.

But after a moment, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by a deep sense of disbelief and resentment.

He slowly closed his eyes and sighed heavily, "This shouldn't be... how could this happen..."

The clansmen beside him quickly stepped forward to help him up.

The old man waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "It is indeed a human, with complete human blood, meridians, and soul, without the slightest trace of the undead, demons, or other evil aura. It's unbelievably pure..."

The results of these two verifications made the atmosphere inside the hall even more complicated.

With more methods and more agile minds, the forbidden spellcasters began to get creative.

Most of them belong to the Hall of Offerings, and they are familiar with each other on a regular basis, so their relationship is fairly harmonious.

The group exchanged glances, all seeing urgency in each other's eyes.

One of them took the lead, and that was Hao Wenbin, a senior worshipper in the temple.

Hao Wenbin comes from the Hao family, a family of array masters. His family has served the Hall of Offerings for generations and is skilled in celestial auxiliary magic. They have accumulated a very high reputation in the Hall of Offerings.

Beside him was Jiang Lei from the Jiang family of Jiangnan, a mainstay of the southern magic world, and Jiang Lei was the leading figure of the older generation of the Jiang family.

The two led the other forbidden spell mages from different affiliated forces, quickly walking towards the front seats—they planned to try their luck and ask the Snow Dance Fairy, who had single-handedly defeated the entire offering hall, possessed the ability to glimpse the secrets of heaven, and had profound Taoist magic.

Snow Dance Fairy, dressed in a plain white dress, stood quietly beneath the Magic Plum Tree, surrounded by a faint white mist. Her temperament was as cold as ice, as if she were untouched by worldly affairs.

"Fairy, I apologize for disturbing you."

Hao Wenbin, who was leading the group, lowered his posture and spoke respectfully, "We have many questions about the guests who will be visiting the hall in the future. We hope that the fairy can enlighten us."

The other forbidden spellcasters echoed his sentiments, their faces beaming with ingratiating smiles, completely devoid of their usual arrogance.

After all, Fairy Snow Dance had demonstrated her skills in suppressing the Forbidden Spells, transforming the lazy Forbidden Spell Society into the completely obedient Hall of Worship. She had even demonstrated how to withstand forbidden spells with her bare body without injury...

Snow Dance Fairy slowly turned around, her gaze as indifferent as autumn water.

He glanced at the crowd and gently shook his head.

His voice was as cold and clear as the winter wind:

true!

"Heavenly secrets must not be revealed."

These seven words, though brief and clear, convey an undeniable and resolute determination.

The smiles on the faces of the forbidden spellcasters froze instantly. They opened their mouths, wanting to plead again, but were deterred by the indifference in Fairy Xuewu's eyes.

They knew that since Fairy Xuewu had said those words, there was no point in asking any further questions.

In the end, the group could only awkwardly bow to each other.

Even though the verification results all pointed to them as pure humans who were indeed from the future, this existence that transcended time and space still weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

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