After walking for maybe ten minutes, Soshiyang came across the second spiritual bone tablet. Here he saw a Balasonilash standing on a towering mountain peak, and then raised his arms, as if performing some ritual.
Immediately afterwards, the mountains shook and the ground shook, and countless rocks and broken ice collapsed and gathered together, and soon turned into a tower over a hundred meters tall.
The giant, and when the giant took steps forward, several huge black pyramids suddenly appeared in front of them. They emitted dazzling flashes of light and hit the rock giant, but only rubbed off some of the skin. The giant just stamped his feet hard, and a
The sharp stone cone rose from the ground and instantly penetrated a solid pyramid.
But the soldiers on the ground, made of cold metal, came in desperate numbers, firing at the towering rock giant with ruthless unified movements.
Advance, fire, advance, fire, some of the soldiers fell during the giant's counterattack, but after a few moments had reassembled themselves and rejoined the ruined ensemble, advance, fire, advance, fire.
Despite its powerful psychic power, the giant collapsed and became a new mountain.
But behind it, more such huge rock giants are striding towards...
Only then did Soshiyang realize that his previous guess was half right. The skull-shaped mountain was indeed the remains of something, but it was not a living thing, but a mecha of the Barathonilash tribe! Or rather
armor!
This shows how powerful their spiritual energy is...
Later on, there were fewer and fewer spirit bone monuments. He passed some broken remains, and there were also places where there were no spiritual bone monuments at all, or the echo of their power was very weak, and he needed to get closer to feel it.
It seems that this world has not always been safe, and it has been attacked before, but I don't know how many years ago it was.
When he can't find the way ahead, Soshyan will follow his own feelings. He knows that he is not alone. He can feel that there is always a line of sight lingering behind him, always wandering out of his sight.
This may be a test, or it may be out of caution, but Soshyan is patient because he has many questions to answer.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Soshyan came to the edge of a cliff. Beyond that was an abyss. You could see the "ocean" formed by the diamond version of the melt flow rolling and roaring, and a huge whirlpool further away.
It's turning slowly.
Then, he saw a smooth round pebble flying towards him.
When approaching Soshyan, the thing stopped, and then the perfectly smooth surface rotated and opened a hole. Soshyan jumped into it without saying a word.
There was nothing inside this thing, only the smooth and slightly shiny inner wall. He just waited quietly, waiting for it to be delivered to its destination.
After counting silently in his mind for thirty seconds, a hole opened in the smooth inner wall, and Soshyan strode out.
The atmosphere suddenly changed.
Fresh, moist, warm...
Soshyan stood on a buzzing stone ring. It was as large as an open city square, surrounded by luminous spheres and gorgeous waterfalls. Above and below were the magnificent void, and all kinds of things appeared.
In the complex picture, stars are constantly withering in the void, and stars are constantly bursting out. Everything ends gracefully in a certain regular way.
Soshyan stepped forward on the floating stone slabs and came to the center of the ring. There was a large lake filled with silver liquid and surrounded by circular paths. There was a shimmer on the calm water and a huge golden lake with complex symbols printed on it.
The wheel is set in the wall, projecting thousands of stars
The light rippled in the lake, and there were many black platforms at random heights. On them stood a group of gray-white Balasonilash people, with no expression on their flat heads. Even when Soshyan came over, they
Not even a muscle moved.
There is a whirlpool in the center of the lake, and at the top of the whirlpool is a carved obsidian throne, suspended in mid-air by an invisible force.
Perhaps the owner of this place once sat there, but no matter what happened, it was now empty.
"Welcome, Phoenix of Nirvana."
Several voices with unique rhythms appeared in Soshiyang's mind. He glanced around, not sure which one of them or which ones were talking to him.
"I am not Asuryan, I am Soshyan Alexey, a descendant of Orod."
"Welcome, descendants of the fallen phoenix."
"Everyone, I come with a question and hope to get an answer."
"We may not be able to answer all your questions."
"Then I'll just pick a few and briefly talk about it. Is your settlement here related to Asuryan?"
"Yes, this is the last refuge it has set up for us."
"It's not a coincidence that Orold came here, right?"
"There is an arrangement somewhere in the world."
"Are all the ancient saints really dead?"
"Maybe, but I can't guarantee it."
"What happened in the last moments of the War in Heaven?"
"The Supreme Heaven is boiling, and unimaginable things appear. They attack every sanctuary. The guardians try their best, but the corruption spreads..."
"Corruption? What do you mean? The Ancient Saints arranged for subspace entities such as Asuryan to guard their sanctuaries, so how could they be easily breached? Isn't it... that there are betrayers? As servants of the Ancient Saints,
There’s no reason to say you don’t know.”
This time the other party did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a long time, and finally a decayed and weak voice came.
"They...really don't know, and I have never told them the true tragedy of the ancients..."
Before the surging liquid made a thunderous noise, there was already a deep grinding sound from the lake. Then the golden wheels around it began to spin rapidly, water spurted out from the foaming torrent, and twisting shapes could be seen from the torrent.
.
Then, there was an additional being on the vacant Obsidian Throne, or rather... a mummy.
Compared with other Barathonilash people, its body has shrunk significantly, almost as big as a human being, its skin is shriveled and gray, its limbs are sunken like a corpse, and there are purple-black ecchymoses. That's it.
Curled up on the throne.
Then the surrounding Balasonilash people raised their hands, seemingly paying tribute to the oldest among them.
"It's been a long time... I haven't seen you for a long time, Asuyan... Your plan seems to be very close to being completed..."
The frosty voice of the shriveled old man Balasonilash slowly echoed in Soshiyan's ears, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend.
"I am not Asuryan."
Soshyan's attitude remained the same.
"You guess that Asuryan betrayed the Ancient One... In a sense, maybe it was it that took away the guardians, and it was also it that conveyed information to the Star Gods... But all this stems from something more terrifying.