The huge temple, Li Xi'an has never carefully observed the building behind the temple door.
In the projection of the bottom of the abyss, stepping through the door means stepping into that space, and what is shown is not the temple building in front of you.
The dome is very high, and there is unimaginable emptiness in all directions. The space Li Xi'an saw in front of him was far larger than the size of the temple he observed outside the door. It was obvious that a "realm" was arranged in it. The gods worshiped in the temple did not come.
Before, maybe this place really looked like the temple where the building was originally built, but the snake statue in the center of the temple revived, with eyes like the ocean, he slowly swam on the throne, and the huge bodies rubbed against each other and made rustling sounds.
sound.
He stared at the god entrenched in the center, feeling very calm in his heart.
There is no reverence for a priest to face God.
After stepping into the door, the body ignited a flame. The golden flame enveloped the bronze skin of the high priest. The gorgeous snake-like pigment receded in the fire and gradually turned pale.
"You did appear," the snake statue said.
He raised his head, and the exquisitely carved feathers on the snake statue came to life. They no longer had the texture of gray stone, but showed a colorful glow, like the refraction of sunlight on glass. As the god relaxed and moved his body, Li Xi
The temple under An's feet was changing, extending into darkness, and stars one after another lit up in the darkness, slowly climbing to the entire space.
It was really empty and quiet.
The snake statue was humming some unknown song, swaying its body like a dance, while the stars condensed and decorated in his eyes.
Li Xi'an didn't make a sound, silently watching the god's movements in arranging the starry sky. It was clear that the distance between the two was not far, and when he was outside the door not long ago, he could observe the sea-blue eyes of the huge snake statue in the temple.
But now as the snake statue dances and sings, Xinghai is pulled into this space by him, and the distance between them becomes unfathomable at this moment.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. They were not the body of the high priest. The high priest presided over grand ceremonies all year round. When he was young, he was even the best warrior in the city-state. The palms of the high priest were broad and rough, full of cracks. The golden fire was burning.
, the silhouette of the sea of stars is expanding, and he is starting to look more and more like himself.
The boy's unique joints and fingertips are reflected in his eyes.
Taking a step forward, ripples appeared in the sea of stars beneath his feet, expanding outwards. Golden fire roared, gathering into a red robe, embroidered with golden trees and leaves, and birds standing on the branches. Li Xi'an was very familiar with this dress.
, when he entered the Kunlun Shrine of that era in Kyushu, he was awarded the Immortality Clothes as an Immortal. When he left, he was buried in the corner of Taihang Mountain. He lost his qualifications as an Immortal, and the clothes naturally lost their magic and were buried.
In the mountains, disappearing in the years.
I didn't expect that one day he would be able to wear this dress again, in this form.
Withdrawing his gaze, the last cluster of golden fire withered at Li Xi'an's feet, settling into the starry sky.
The Immortal.
The snake statue in the center of the sea of stars seemed to be touched. He bowed and dived into the darkness and sea of stars at the bottom. The gorgeous feathers were intertwined. Occasionally, you could see the bright flowers shooting out of the projection of the sea of stars. He seemed to be diving into the real ocean.
, bits and pieces of light flickered, until the huge body completely disappeared from where it could be observed, and the tip of its tail swung twice and then disappeared.
"Sit." A voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Li Xi'an turned around and saw a man in a golden feathered coat sitting cross-legged very close behind him. The only distance between them at this moment was a stone table.
The man's eyes were deep and three-dimensional, and the pupils looking at Li Xi'an were like a translucent sea. He was very strong, and the bulging back muscles from sitting cross-legged were like a lion. Li Xi'an looked at him, and he saw that the other person was smiling, and his smile was magnanimous.
, has a comfortable and contagious appeal.
Li Xi'an sat down and faced this man.
The man casually took out two cups and handed one over. Then he picked up the cup and poured it into the sea of stars next to him, filling a full cup.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." He drank the Milky Way water in the glass in one gulp and spoke loudly without sounding low.
"Why?" Li Xian didn't drink a glass of Galaxy like a man.
"What I saw." The man gestured to his eyes with his hands, "I taught the people on this land to use the morning star to predict the direction of the wind and farmland next year, and even wars and the source of wars. They are quite competitive.
One came and told me that they had finally succeeded in predicting destruction."
The man smiled happily. Death seemed not to be taken seriously by him. He was pleased that his people could do this.
"I saw a guest from later generations coming to visit me. Your arrival involves too many things, so I isolated them all." His arms swayed randomly in the galaxy, and from time to time he picked up a star to look at it.
Eye. "Our position is ups and downs in the galaxy, so those disgusting sights can't see it, and they won't notice you."
"What do you mean?" Li Xi'an frowned.
"The enemy, the enemy deep in the sea of stars." The man answered. "This should be my last trance. My body is in the sea of stars, blocking the world from prying eyes... I am almost dead."
"By the way, are there any legends about us in future generations?"
"No, your era is called a secret by us, a shadow in history. Not to mention the widely circulated legends, there are not even records."
"That's not bad." The man seemed relieved.
"The clothes you are wearing, are you an immortal? Will there be immortals in the future?"
"I was once an immortal." Li Xi'an said. "A long time ago."
"How long? I think I wouldn't mind getting to know the guests a little better."
"Past Kyushu." Those answers.
"It seems you are a habitual offender!" the man sighed, changing his tone in an exaggerated way.
"Is it a coincidence that you call me Stussis?"
"It's just a little prophecy. I can know the name of the guest. The name of this body is not Stussis. This child is very powerful. Now he will temporarily serve as a medium for your arrival to communicate with me. Otherwise, even if you can get here, you will not be able to make it.
Wherever you stay, you will be washed away. This is a very scary thing. You will see many horrific and bizarre scenes, and you will be lost in the years and cannot find your way back, becoming a lonely soul in the shadows."
"I originally planned to call him this, but now it seems that Immortal is more accurate."
"You can find this place because later generations have discovered the traces left by this city-state. People living in the world will forget us, but the world will remember us the most. We may die and be forgotten by everyone, but the world
Remember us, this ancient and splendid world will bear the traces of our existence."
"From your clothes and appearance, I guess you come from the East, the East of later generations."
"In this era, there should be civilization in the East." Li Xi'an said that most of his clues came from the land where he lived.
"Of course, it is an extremely brilliant civilization. Do you know Kyushu? Oh, sorry, I forgot that the guest is the immortal of Kyushu. In the past, Kyushu was a whole, a complete civilization line, and then you also know what happened to this complete ancient civilization.
." The man raised his fist in front of Li Xi'an, said "bang" softly, and spread his fingers.
"Kyushu falls."
"History is broken. It's not that I haven't pursued it in that direction, but I can't see it. All in all, Kyushu, which should have fallen, still gave birth to our group of creatures. Before us, there was a very short and powerful era. I have to compare it to
, is probably a flower that blooms suddenly over the years, and then withers away in an instant. You may also know about that era. Perhaps when future generations look into the past years, that era of blooming flowers will be clearer than the era we live in. "
The man paused and looked at the immortal opposite the stone table.
"The Age of Mythology." Li Xi'an said.
"Sure enough!" the man shouted excitedly, "your abilities are stronger than I imagined!"
"The civilization of our time has been cut into pieces and scattered across this boundless land. There is no communication between civilizations. Except for guys like us who can see each other, countries are like isolated islands."
"Xia, Veda, Kemet, Two Rivers..." the man described.
"These civilizations were built on the tombs of the previous era, so they possess power and knowledge beyond common sense. However, because the tombs are different, the civilizations they inherit are also different. The difference may not be obvious at the beginning, but as time goes by
As time progresses and the land blocks them, they become more and more dissimilar and become completely different individuals. The whole is broken into many fragments. These are the largest pieces, and this one is not too big or too small. I understand.
What? You come from the East in the later world, and you are obviously one of them. The Vedic guys are not like you."
Li Xi'an took a deep breath.
The golden tide rises and falls in the pupils of the eyes.
He heard the biggest secret about the rise. Many of the Nine Provinces' dragon veins are in the Yan Kingdom, because that was the case in the past. And the creatures that rise with the help of the dragon veins are naturally terrifying. Over the past few years, he can clearly sense the changes in this era.
The creatures are more than a little stronger than the monks in the Taoist tradition left behind by the old Kyushu.
Why?
He thought of something.
Why did this era that relied on dragon veins and inherited myths finally hide itself? It should have been stronger and would not have waited for them to rise in later generations.
"Guest, we don't have much time," the man said.
"Anything else you want to ask?"
“How did the Hidden Age disappear?”
"I don't know." The man answered frankly. "If I had died later, I might still be able to answer you. Unfortunately, I died too early. I don't know what those guys were up to. It might have something to do with the cycle.
Relationship. In your understanding, this term is reincarnation."
"Seeing you coming in future generations, I can be sure that they have really succeeded. As for the price of success, maybe it is our era?"