great-warnovel Chapter 517 Insight into the future
Chapter 517 Insight into the future
Chapter 517 Insight into the future
Two gravitational sources, different in nature but equally powerful, pull at each other in the distorted spacetime.
One comes from a large number of broken time converters, and the other comes from forbidden magic from another world.
One causes time to intertwine and become chaotic, the other devours light and magic.
Hermione struggled to push forward the Ancient Darkness, using its properties to do her utmost to devour the surrounding spacetime gravity.
The small black snake coiled around the staff, slowly crawling forward until it reached the tip of the staff.
It let out a strange cry, and an invisible wave spread out.
Hermione was jolted. She had somehow managed to break free from the flow of time and saw the things flying above her moving at different speeds, advancing or retreating, like a film reel constantly rewinding.
She channeled all her magic power, pushing the dark celestial body upwards as much as possible.
But the little black snake suddenly turned its head and hissed in warning towards the rear.
Hermione turned around and felt a chill run down her spine.
The black hole formed by the time converter actually started moving in this direction under the influence of two opposing forces!
Two black holes with the same gravitational pull, one is pushed along by itself, while the other, naturally out of control, is drawn towards it.
Oops!
Such a thought flashed through my mind.
The situation was so urgent that there was no time to think about anything else.
The pressure emanating from the tip of the silver staff was increasing, and Hermione was almost unable to control the movement of the dark celestial body.
The two spheres attracted each other, drew closer, and began to hover involuntarily.
Correspondingly, the timeline slices that collapsed and accumulated, as well as the prophecy spheres poured out from the Department of Mysteries, began to rotate rapidly around the two spheres.
No, not around the two spheres, but Hermione situated between the two terrifying spheres, and the strange little black snake coiled around her staff.
The mysterious flow of light almost obscured the entire field of vision, and the air was filled with the buzzing of a colossal object cutting through the sky.
Hermione tried to calm herself down and control the eternal darkness to stop it, but even a great wizard was powerless against the immense power of time and space.
The chaotic timeline was stretched into a long strip, with countless noisy voices mixed together, some Hermione knew and some she didn't. They spoke different languages and developed different stories, but she was able to accurately receive all this chaotic information.
That wasn't all; the prophetic orbs that had been drawn in and were also hovering around the area began to emit a mysterious glow.
Each lit sphere was like a dazzling new star in the chaos.
Amidst the raging temporal storm, Hermione saw them seemingly shed their crystal ball form, transforming into pairs of cold and distant eyes.
These eyes shone as if they were gazing upon a certain future.
The illusory faces are those of the prophets who made prophecies.
As their eyes began to gradually take shape, they opened their mouths, uttering indistinct words and exhaling silvery-white, gray-green, crimson, and dark smoke.
"In 1747, Aldridge Diggory, then Minister of Magic of Great Britain, will die of dragonpox in his office," an old male voice said.
"In 1856, Evangeline Oppington will intervene in the Crimean War for the Muggles because of Queen Victoria," a high-pitched female voice said.
"In 1912, Venusia Creekley died in a gardening accident caused by mandrake—" a hoarse female voice said.
Prophecies unrelated to Hermione, like the buzzing of mosquitoes, stubbornly burrowed into her mind.
"The Black Death will rage for over three hundred years, and witchcraft and darkness will prevail on the land!" A shrill, sinister male voice announced.
"The lunar eclipse will return in seventeen months, bringing with it a vibrant and magical plant growth cycle!" A joyful and soothing female voice announced.
"A tragic alchemical accident will claim 13 lives, only one of whom is a wizard." A deep, sinister male voice said.
As prophecies echoed in my ears, the colorful smoke began to merge with the timeline.
What the prophets foretold, whether it has happened or not, is all being repeated in different timelines. No, it can't be called a repetition; in their timelines, those things just happen to be happening.
Hermione, caught in the eye of the storm, was forced to receive this information.
"The visionaries' perspective—they see the future or the past that has occurred in different timelines!" My brain felt like it was being pierced by a sharp spike.
But the witch's mind was exceptionally clear. She painstakingly received the information in the timeline and from it, she gained her own enlightenment.
"And what about my hindsight? Hindsight is the stubborn one confined to one's own timeline; instead of observing outwards, one anchors oneself to everything that has already happened!"
Whether it is prophecy or hindsight, among those who can observe time with human power, there is only one thing that can still shine brightly across time.
"Time is a torrent that can wash away everything in the world, but there is only one thing that can transcend time and endure forever!"
She raised her head, and a blinding white light burst forth from her eyes.
"Spirit!"
"Only the spirit can transcend time and connect people from different worlds and with different hearts!"
The swirling storm twists countless futures into indistinct colors.
In the complex parallel worlds, countless clairvoyants suddenly saw the faint glow of the moon.
They didn't know what this meant; they simply recorded it subconsciously in the crystal ball beside them, hoping it would come true in some way in the future.
Meanwhile, Hermione has finally found a way to break through the time-space rift and reach the other side!
The vision of the hindsight, following the burst of white light in his eyes, pierced through the storm of time and space without any hindrance.
This spiritual light, which clearly possessed no magical power whatsoever, defied the erosion of time and space, transforming into a pure white hand of light that grasped Adam's mechanical hand connected to the steel cable.
The hindsight beholder, the hindsight beholder anchored in their own world!
This is a talent born within Hermione Granger, originating from two intertwined and fused souls that rushed from the Borderlands!
It will only point to one world, a shattered world that is devastated but being changed!
The illusory white light had no power, yet it was like a firm and steady hand, pointing out a goal and a fulcrum for the witch who had no direction in the void!
The white light was like a clear path, without any chaotic tension or fluctuating time.
Hermione immersed herself in the white light emanating from her eyes, finding her way "home" in countless uncertain, past, and past futures.
The strange little black snake was still coiled around her staff, clutching its own tail, like part of an infinite spiral.
The two black holes with different properties spun faster and faster until they collided and underwent an indescribable transformation and fusion!
Countless shifting slices of time, the humming of hundreds of prophetic crystal balls—all these things surrounded that colorless yet dazzlingly bright, indescribable sphere of light.
Hermione, however, was in the path behind her, and none of this could interfere with her. As long as she continued upwards, she could fly out of this terrible area and rescue Adam, who was enveloped in brain matter.
Suddenly, the little black snake wrapped around the staff flew up.
Under the witch's puzzled gaze, it hissed towards the sphere of light.