genius divination

Chapter 582 The Dance of Shiva
"Is there really something wrong with this figure on the mountain wall?" Jia Zixun pondered. He looked at the figure again, and carefully touched the edge of the rock depression with his hand.There was silence for a long while without speaking.

"What's wrong? Jiazi Xun, did you find something?" Cang Yunxiao said in a low voice.

"As for whether there is such a problem as Fan Jiannan said, I'm not very clear, and I don't know whether this mark was deliberately faked. But I can confirm one thing." Jia Zixun said solemnly, "Look at this rock wall, There are even traces of burning and melting on the edge of the depression. Although it is old and weathered more severely, the traces on the edge can still be seen clearly. This trace is like a huge imprint, an imprint left by high temperature."

"You mean this is a trace left by some kind of high temperature?" Cang Yunxiao asked suspiciously.

"Yes, and this is not the key point. The key point is how high the temperature is to melt this rock." Jia Zixun said slowly, "This is a type of granite, and it takes at least [-] yuan to melt such a rock. Hundreds, or even [-] degrees Celsius, and it must be a constant temperature."

"That is to say, if someone wants to cheat, he first needs a life-sized soldering iron. And this soldering iron must be kept at a high temperature of [-] degrees Celsius, because ordinary soldering irons will cool down quickly, so this is not a traditional soldering iron, at least It’s a huge electric soldering iron, because only in this way can the high temperature continue.” Fan Jiannan smiled wryly, “Is this possible?”

"No." Jia Zixun replied, "Because the melting point of iron is also about [-] degrees Celsius. If there is such a soldering iron, the soldering iron will melt before it can melt the rock. Because the melting point of quartz in granite is higher than that of Iron is much higher. And the glassy material around the edge of the trace is molten quartz grains."

"In this way, this trace is definitely not forged, so there is only one possibility left." Fan Jiannan said slowly, "The power of magic."

"That's right." Jia Zixun said in a low voice, "Besides, ordinary magicians absolutely can't do it."

Fan Jiannan suddenly pressed his hand on the depression on the mountain wall, Cang Yunxiao was startled, and said in a low voice, "Fan Jiannan, what do you want to do?"

"I want to take a risk and try again to see if there is anything hidden in this shadow." Fan Jiannan said slowly.

Cang Yunxiao quickly shook his head and said, "This can't be done, it's very dangerous to do so. The skeleton on the ground is already a warning."

"No, I will try my best to control my magic power. If my magic power can be controlled to a weak enough level, it shouldn't be able to make this humanoid trace react too violently." Fan Jiannan whispered.

"Why are you so sure, if your judgment is wrong, you will die for it." A trace of worry flashed in Jia Zixun's eyes.

"How can you be sure? Just rely on my two fingers." Fan Jiannan said slowly, "Although I have not been in contact with this shadow for a long time, I have somehow felt a pattern. I know when it is safe, and I I will use hexagrams to choose the most favorable way. Don't worry."

Before Jia Zixun had time to stop it, the faint magic power fluctuations in Fan Jiannan's palm had already begun to ooze out.Fan Jiannan only felt his head "buzz", and everything around him seemed to stop suddenly.Everything happened so fast that he almost fell into a semi-comatose state without any reaction.

In a trance, I only felt a swift figure dancing wildly in the wind on the top of the snow mountain.This is a strange man dressed in animal skins, covered in dust, with a crescent moon as decoration on his head.He is in the extremely hot flames, his dancing hair is flying upwards, his four arms are twisting in the air, and his dancing posture is graceful and gorgeous.This dance is very strange, his joints seem to be twisted at any angle, which is dazzling.This is a primitive dance, as if gathering all the mysterious and violent forces of nature.

Snow mountain, grassland, sun, moon, and stars, Fan Jiannan only felt that he was spinning in a trance with the strange dance steps.Such a passionate dance, but there is an inexplicable sadness in his heart.This sadness seems to have penetrated layers of time and space, flowing through the long years.Countless scenes like movie clips flashed through his mind, and finally Fan Jiannan couldn't bear this kind of sad and chaotic thoughts anymore, he let out a roar and passed out completely.

I don't know how long it took, but Fan Jiannan felt his body swaying constantly, and felt a chill on his face.He woke up slowly with a groan.After opening his eyes, he saw the worried and nervous faces of Cang Yunxiao and Jia Zixun.

"He woke up! He finally woke up!" Cang Yunxiao said happily, "Damn it! Fan Jiannan, you almost scared us to death!"

Fan Jiannan raised his arms with some difficulty, rubbed his temples and said, "How long have I been dizzy?"

"It's been more than half an hour. We couldn't wake up no matter how we called, we thought you were really going to die this time." Jia Zixun breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I think it was a dream." Fan Jiannan sat up, touched his face, and said in surprise, "You splashed water on my face, why is my face wet?"

Jia Zixun shook his head and said, "No, it's all your sweat. It's the first time I've seen a comatose person sweat profusely like you, but your body temperature is very low. What happened to you just now? "

"I think I saw Shiva." Fan Jiannan said slowly, "He's dancing, and he's in a ball of flames. I can't see his face clearly, I can only see his four arms dancing. I swear, this I have never seen such a strange sight in my life."

Cang Yunxiao shook his head and said, "You are hallucinating."

"No! It's not a hallucination, but incomplete information. The figure on the mountain wall recorded some information in some form." Fan Jiannan said slowly, "I seem to know what the number of days is."

"What?" Cang Yunxiao lost his voice, "What do you know?"

"The number of days, the number of days we have been looking for." Fan Jiannan said slowly, "There are many illusions in Shiva's dance, so many, it seems that they all rushed into my brain. I seem to see him Walking down the snow-capped mountain, I came to a sea. Then the whole sea was stirred up, a huge whirlpool. The resulting foam almost dyed the whole sea white. He took a bottle from the sea. I suddenly felt, That bottle is the number of days we've been looking for."

"Stir up the white ocean? He took a bottle?" Jia Zixun's face changed drastically, and he lost his voice, "Is this what you saw in a coma? Are you sure?"

Fan Jiannan looked at him, wondering why Jia Zixun was so excited all of a sudden, but he still nodded and said, "It does look like this, but the magic power information is too old and fragmented, what I got is like pieces, I'm not entirely sure. Or maybe it's just a bottle of days, something symbolic. But I do feel like it's days."

"No! You're not mistaken!" Jia Zixun murmured, "This is a very famous Indian legend. It's just that I never thought that all this could be true."

(End of this chapter)