"After thousands of years of planning for future generations, if you want to use the figures of future generations as pawns and let them be manipulated, you are looking down on the people of the world."
"How could today's people be inferior to the ancients!"
Chen Yang sighed with emotion, not at all anxious about his situation, and even thought leisurely:
"It should, almost, appear, right?"
As soon as this thought came to his mind, there was a loud bang in his mind, as if something was bursting out of the void.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Yang felt that his chest was extremely hot, as if there was a brand that was burning red, and he pressed it hard, leaving a brand on his chest.
This torture-like pain like a branding iron did not come from his mind or hallucination, but clearly came from his real body.
"boom!"
Chen Yang was shaken all over and woke up.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Two steps in front of me is Yunzi;
One step further is the reincarnated goddess;
One step beside Chen Yang was Zhu Wuneng, who stretched out his hand nervously to pull his arm;
Behind him was the exclamation that Logan suppressed in his throat.
Chen Yang and Zhu Wuneng beside him all focused their attention on one place.
Chen Yang's chest.
There are countless thin golden lights bursting out from there.
Just like at four or five o'clock in the morning, when the sun rises, thousands of golden lights pierce the darkness and drive away everything.
This time, what was expelled was the water vapor permeating the abyss, the rich darkness, and the wisps of purple energy infecting the heaven and earth.
Disperse them all!
The core of the golden light suddenly lit up on Chen Yang's chest, and his clothes were illuminated translucently. It was like an X-ray, passing through the clothes and highlighting a picture.
--human face!
--mask!
Chen Yang's face twisted, and the severe pain made his actions rough.
He grabbed the collar, the muscles in his arms tensed, and the muscles twisted and suddenly exerted force.
"Tear~"
The clothes on Chen Yang's chest were torn off by him.
Inside the clothes, there is a mask that looks like pure gold, it seems to be attached to the flesh, but also seems to be slightly suspended, with streaks of light bursting out.
——Chen Wang Golden Noodles!
"really!"
The corners of Chen Yang's mouth curled up, and he stretched out his hand to grab King Chen's golden face.
On the gold-faced forehead, at a position that looks like a third eye, a rhombus-shaped jade stone is looming like an eye.
"It is indeed a spiritual stone!"
Chen Yang sighed with emotion like a chant.
He had long guessed that the golden face of King Chen, which was passed down as a token of the Chen family in Beijing by a thousand-year-old family, had a history that predates the Chen family itself.
Countless years ago, it might have had another name, or it might have been the inheritance of another family, another country, or even another nation, or even another race.
The truth of today's world will eventually be revealed bit by bit as the spiritual energy revives and the spiritual stones reappear.
All that sleeps will eventually wake up.
Chen Wang Golden Noodles is no exception.
Under the stimulation of the world's most powerful spiritual stone, the Demon Stone, King Chen's golden face really washed away the dust of history and blossomed into a splendid light.
Chen Yang just gave it a try. Of course it would be good if it worked. If it didn't work, he would have a backup plan.
He himself was sane and clear in the illusion, and Zhu Wuneng and Tang Wan were ready to pull him out at any time, using this to stimulate King Chen Jinmian, but it was just incidental.
The result is great.
Chen Yang raised his head and stared in the direction of the jade coffin.
At the same time, he slowly raised his hand and covered Chen Wangjin's face...