The engraving on the bronze plate gave Zhang Yuanqing a strong shock, making his mind explode with thoughts and his heart surge.
In the distant ancient times, meteorites from outer space descended on the earth. The first humans who came into contact with the meteorites gained supernatural powers and have since become gods in the eyes of mortals.
This is different from what Zhang Yuanqing thought. The ancient gods he understood were those who understood the mysteries of heaven and earth, created and practiced mental methods, controlled the spiritual power between heaven and earth, and gradually became powerful in the eyes of ordinary people.
Who would have thought that the powerful men who were regarded as gods in ancient times were actually a group of lucky people who got fragments of meteorites.
This made Zhang Yuanqing disillusioned and at the same time, he felt strong vigilance and awe. Where did the meteorite rain come from?
After being silent for a long time, he turned to look at the beautiful lady beside him, and saw her eyes fixed on the screen, in a daze.
Obviously, the content of the picture also gave her a strong shock.
"Palace Master, the content of the painting." Zhang Yuanqing hesitated and said, "How credible is it?"
The Master of the Killing Palace said softly:
"If I saw it from other places, I would be skeptical, but the things left by Emperor Wa should not be wrong. Yuanshi, Emperor Wa's level is higher than you think.
"She holds the ultimate power of the two professions of musician and bachelor, and holds the highest status in myths and legends."
Zhang Yuanqing nodded, "It's unbelievable."
"Palace Master, tell me, could the meteorite rain in the painting be our source, the source of ancient practitioners?" He made a guess that would definitely make ordinary practitioners sanity, "The supernatural power on our planet
, was it brought by meteorites from outer space?”
The Master of Zhizhi Palace thought for a long time and said:
"The content in the painting is more of a symbolic meaning. What falls on the earth may not be a meteorite. I am more curious about who dropped the meteorite."
Alien civilization? High-dimensional creatures?
In order to solve this doubt, the two of them looked at the next bronze plate.
I looked at four pieces in a row, and the contents engraved on them were all scenes of "gods" leading mortals to resist nature and thrive.
The gods who gained supernatural powers taught humans how to use fire, reroute rivers to irrigate crops, teach mortals how to observe the sky at night, establish calendars and solar terms, and so on.
Single-handedly brought hunting civilization to farming.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly spoke and asked doubtfully: "Strange, why are there no evil professions?"
The contents in the reliefs are all harmonious scenes of prosperity, racial reproduction and development.
If the source is these meteorites, then there should be evil professions.
"Here", the palace master who stopped the killing cast his gaze on one of the last two bronze plates.
Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly walked over and carefully looked at the contents of the relief carvings.
Just like the first one, meteorites rained down from the billowing sky of black clouds, and along with the blazing flames, they pierced the earth.
Terrifying gaps opened in the earth, fire and magma spewed out, and animals and humans mutated one after another, turning into tall and ferocious monsters that wreaked havoc on the earth and killed all living things.
In the tragic background of corpses everywhere, a woman with a glowing body flies into the sky.
The last picture shows the clouds dispersing, the sun shining, and two streaks of light falling from the sky.
Zhang Yuanqing took a breath and quickly interpreted:
"This should be the second meteorite rain. Unlike the first time, this time it brought destruction and disaster. Meteorites contaminated a large number of animals and humans, turned them into monsters, and created unimaginable disasters.
"
The Master of the Killing Palace nodded and said:
"When the second meteorite falls, the power that comes with it should be the evil camp. The first batch of meteorite rain will fall first, giving birth to lawful professions, and then the second batch of meteorite rain will fall, creating murderous monsters."
She pursed her lips and her voice became deeper: "It seems like someone is doing experiments on the earth."
If the first meteorites came and created evil and lawful "gods", it might be an accident.
But this kind of orderly release of two batches of meteorite rain, first building and then destroying, is a bit reluctant to say it is an accident, and it is more like a deliberate move.
So the truth about the birth of lawful professions and evil professions is that someone was conducting experiments on the earth? This conjecture makes people feel chills down their spines. Zhang Yuanqing continued to explain:
"Emperor Wa couldn't bear the loss of life in the world, so she sacrificed herself to resolve this disaster. According to myths and legends, when the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, Nuwa made stones to mend the sky. From then on, the world was peaceful and there was no more disaster that destroyed the heaven and earth.
Maybe what she made up was not Tian, but the experimenter who got rid of Tianwai?"
"A very bold guess." Palace Master Zhisha nodded, she thought so too.
"From this point of view, the character of Emperor Wa is a bit scary. You see, there are no 'gods' in the carvings, only Emperor Wa, which means that she is the only one who can solve this disaster. Other gods are not qualified, well, neither
Excluding the carvings and paintings left by Emperor Wa is deliberately beautifying himself." Zhang Yuanqing's thinking became clearer and clearer.
His brain was running at high speed, searching for useful information. Suddenly his heart moved and he blurted out:
"World-ending disaster!!
"I want to think about one thing. Palace Master, the predecessor of the Xiaoyao organization, the Xiaoyao sect once recorded a world-destroying disaster. Could it be the one experienced by Emperor Wa?"
He did not explain what the Xiaoyao Sect was. The Master of the Palace of Killing Absolutely knew that this woman must know the Xiaoyao organization far better than he did.
"You actually found out that the Xiaoyao Sect was here." The Master of the Killing Palace smiled, she stared at the content on the bronze stone slab, nodded and said:
"Based on the available information, yes."
Zhang Yuanqing said:
"So the war predicted by the Light Compass points to the 'experimenter'? Well, for the time being, we use experimenter to refer to the guy who dropped the meteorite.
"Combined with the content of the painting, we can interpret the prophecy of the Compass of Light. Catastrophes similar to those in ancient times will still happen, and evil forces will destroy the entire world.
"But the Compass of Light talks about the return of the 'sun, moon and stars', and the key occupation is the night wandering god, not the musicians and bachelors controlled by Emperor Wa. This is very strange."
The Master of the Killing Palace thought for a while and said:
"Perhaps, the next person to play the role of savior is a certain night wandering god. Guangming Compass saw the future, so he gave a prophecy."
Is this why major organizations are investing in the Night Walker God? Do they want to cultivate a savior? No, it is understandable for the lawful profession to do this, but why is Shura also investing in the Night Walker God? Shouldn't the evil profession be responsible for destroying the world?
As soon as Zhang Yuanqing solved a puzzle, he fell into a new confusion.
In addition, one of his previous conjectures can be proven to be wrong - this is the norm.
After learning about the records of world destruction handed down by the Xiaoyao Sect, he guessed that ancient practitioners were not the norm, but evolved as survivors after disasters.
The practitioners before the disaster may be the same as today.
But now the content of the carvings refutes this speculation. In Emperor Wa's time, there was obviously no such thing as a spiritual realm.
It can be seen that the spiritual realm is really a product of modern times.
"That's wrong..." Zhang Yuanqing suddenly said.
"What's wrong?" The palace owner cast a questioning look.
Zhang Yuanqing analyzed:
"Emperor Wa is wrong, and neither is the experimenter... Palace Master, if you were the experimenter, would you put out the power that can compete with yourself?
"Huang Wa is a bit unreasonably strong. As an ancient practitioner who grew up in contact with meteorites, he actually killed the experimenter? Could it be that we guessed wrong and there was no experimenter at all?"
The Palace Master pursed his lips, thought for a moment, shook his head and said:
"Things are definitely not that simple. The content of the two paintings is short and cannot record much information. It is too early to make a conclusion now."
After saying that, the two fell into silence and didn't speak any more. They slowly digested the shocking information and then looked at the last bronze plate.
The content depicted above is relatively simple, with two pictures in total:
One: On a huge bronze tree, there are ten small suns, suspended on ten thick branches, like the sun hanging on the treetops.
Two: When they left the treetops, they turned into ten three-legged golden crows.
"In ancient times, there really were three-legged golden crows perching on the hibiscus trees." The Master of the Palace of Zhisha took a few glances, "Another myth and legend has been verified."
After saying that, he looked at the little man next to him and saw him staring blankly at the first painting, his brows furrowed.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"The sun on the treetop looks familiar. I've seen it before." Zhang Yuanqing said in an uncertain tone: "The little sun used by the Demon Lord to balance the Fallen Holy Grail is very similar to them."
Of course, just by looking similar, we cannot be sure whether the two are the same.
After all, this is just a sculpture and has no real flavor.
The beautiful eyes under the mask of the Master of the Killing Palace turned, and he put his fingers to his lips, thinking, "Emperor Wa cultivated this bronze sacred tree, it seems to be for ten golden crows to live in. To be valued so much by Emperor Wa, the level of the golden crow must be
Extremely high, I think it is the little sun you mentioned."
"Huang Wa is not simple, he has collected so many terrible items." Zhang Yuanqing said with emotion.
He flew into the sky alone, solved a world-destroying disaster, controlled the two professions of musician and scholar, and raised the Tokawu in the Paradise of Cave Heaven.
No wonder Emperor Wa is the only confirmed real person in myths and legends.
In addition, the Demon Lord said that the Little Sun is the highest-level thing in the Night Travel God's profession, and the Little Sun is the Golden Crow. According to this idea, gathering the Ten Sun Crows is equivalent to controlling the "sun" in the light compass?
While Zhang Yuanqing was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a happy "Ah" from the Master of the Palace of Killing, "The Bronze Divine Tree is where the Golden Crow lives. It has been roasted by the divine power of the sun for many years and must have absorbed their power. Yuanshi, this Palace Master sends
A gift for you."
After that, she grabbed her skirt and rushed out of the tree hole.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't know what she was going to do, so he followed closely behind her and ran out of the cave together.
When he came outside the cave, he saw the Lord of the Zhisha Palace flying away in the wind, with his skirt and hair flying, like Chang'e flying to the moon, flying to the bottom branch.
Zhang Yuanqing imitated the president and snapped his fingers: "Star Escape."
It turned into a dreamlike starlight and came to the palace owner, saying: "What do you want to do?"
Even if the trunk of the Bronze Divine Tree was roasted by the Golden Crow and turned into a material containing the divine power of the sun, they would not be able to move this giant tree.
Last time when he and the senior officials of the Qianhe Group explored Gaotianyuan, Zhang Yuanqing tested the hardness of the bronze tree and found it to be indestructible.
He also did not think that the sacred tree refined by Emperor Wa to provide a habitat for the Golden Crow could be destroyed by the Lord. If the Lord could do it, the Ten Riwu, which symbolizes the supreme power of the sun, would have burned the sacred tree long ago.
In a sense, this sacred tree is definitely a treasure, but they are unable to collect and use it at this stage.
"I can make it come alive." The Master of the Killing Palace said with a playful smile.
What?
Zhang Yuanqing's mind was filled with questions.
The palace owner did not explain, but stretched out his hand and the red thread exploded, spreading densely on the tree trunk, like an endless red carpet.
The Master of the Killing Palace said:
"Pregnancy is the core skill of Si Ming. As long as I am willing, I can make anything in the world pregnant, and then use the nursing skills to make the 'child' give birth smoothly.
"The child will take away part of the mother's power and cause the opponent to lose level. You have encountered the Holy Infant in the Sea of Cliff Mountain, so you should have a deep understanding of this."
"I have experienced it deeply, and I never want to experience it again." Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene that day, still feeling lingering fear and twitching in his lower abdomen.
She said "Hmm": "I will let the bronze tree give birth to the power of the sun."
As he spoke, Zhang Yuanqing felt the tree trunk beneath his feet begin to swell, just like his rapidly bulging belly.
Immediately afterwards, the "red carpet" covering the tree trunks bulged up, and smoke emitted. A golden flame as big as a fist burned through the red carpet, slowly emerged, and hung in the air.
The surrounding temperature rose rapidly, the air was burned and distorted, and waves of suffocating heat rushed towards the face.
Zhang Yuanqing felt his face begin to burn, and his eyebrows and hair quickly became scorched.
The Master of the Palace of Killing Stops quickly took out the demon refining pot, opened the lid, and put the golden flame into it.
Then, she followed the same method to impregnate and give birth to ten branches, squeezing out the divine power of the sun contained in the trees, and put them into the demon refining pot one by one.
"These divine powers of the sun are the best materials. You can present them to the Empress of Sandao Mountain flatteringly, or you can ask her to make props for you. The only problem is that their aura is too overbearing and cannot be retained in nature for a long time. Ordinary props
Unable to contain it, we can only put it into the Demon Refining Pot." The Master of the Killing Stop Palace wrapped the Demon Refining Pot with a red thread, carried it on his back, and said with a smile:
"I'll keep it for you first."
Why do I feel the sadness of a middle-aged man who has made all his money but is kept by his wife? Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart.
But what she said was very reasonable and impossible to refute.
I have harvested the real source of life fluid, a substitute clay figure, the power of ten suns, and made a lot of money. When I need to use these things, I will ask her to get them. Zhang Yuanqing thought like this, and became happy again.
Next, Zhang Yuanqing returned to the Bronze Tree Cave and used Little Red Riding Hood to take away six bronze plates.
Fu Qingyang was still waiting for news from him. Although he didn't say it, Zhang Yuanqing could tell that the boss was full of curiosity and desire to explore Gao Tianyuan.
The information on the bronze plate was enough to shock Mr. Qian.
"Let's go!"
He couldn't wait to return home.
Make soup and save money in Huadu.
With a full stomach of chicken soup and porridge, Xiahou Aotian said goodbye to Brother Red Chicken and took a taxi to the old city.
Following the route given by Brother Red Rooster, he shuttled through the criss-crossing alleys like a spider web, gradually moving away from the shops and arriving at a secluded alley.
Going deep into the alley and walking a few dozen meters, I saw a small shop with a "Wanbaowu" archway.
Xiahou Aotian squinted his eyes, his eyes penetrated the illusion and saw the scene inside the store.
——The illusion at the door of the store is only in the extraordinary stage.
When there is a huge difference in levels, even if he does not understand illusions, he can still see through illusions with his naked eyes.
"This is it."
Xia Hou Aotian took out a human skin mask as thin as cicada wings and gently covered his face. The loose skin touched his face and quickly tightened, distorting the outline of his face.
In the end it turned into a mediocre face.
Brother Red Rooster.
"The ordinary Brother Red Rooster never attracts attention wherever he goes. He is a natural supporting role." He touched his face with satisfaction and was about to enter the room when he suddenly thought that Brother Red Rooster had also entered Qin Feng Academy.
So he quickly touched his face, and his face changed again.
This time it was Xiahou Tianwen who died a few months ago.
The dead are the safest.
Xiahou Aotian was about to enter the store, but he also felt that although Xiahou Tianwen was a dead man, he was still from the Xiahou family. If he disguised himself as him, wouldn't it mean that there was no silver in this place?
So he rubbed his face violently and changed his appearance.
But as he rubbed it, he was stunned. Who was he disguised as?
He doesn't seem to have many friends.
Normally I don't think it's anything, but when you need to disguise yourself as a person with familiar facial features, you find that you can't remember a few familiar people at all.
Yuanshi Tianzun has been brushing his face frequently in front of him recently, but as a member of the spoils-sharing team, he definitely cannot use his face. Likewise, the same goes for the other three.
Just as Xiahou Aotian was thinking hard, a lazy female voice came from the store:
"Friends outside, stop playing monkey tricks and come in."