The appearance of the golden warrior once again caused a commotion.
Although no one else saw it, they had no doubt that the golden warrior had appeared.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for a holy king warrior from the Western Heaven Buddhist Kingdom to explode so easily.
But they did not pursue the Golden Soldier... Now that they know that the secret behind the Seventeen Tombs of the Ming Dynasty is in the Tomb of the First Emperor, then the Golden Soldier is no longer critical.
Lin Huang's face was filled with grief. He didn't expect that his senior brother would explode like this.
Then, he saved his senior brother and continued deep into the Tomb of the First Emperor.
As Lin Huang expected, almost everything in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor had been plundered. The four ancient tribes had been exploring for a long time but found nothing useful.
But they are not here for ordinary treasures.
They came here for the secrets of the gods. If they could obtain it, then the four ancient races would be different from each other, and they might be able to dominate the Sky Continent.
Lin Huang followed the others, his face was calm, but he was curious in his heart.
He has not explored much about the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.
He has been thinking about what kind of treasure he should create to be worthy of the status of a god...
Lin Huang hesitated in his heart, whether to release part of the Heavenly Emperor's Dharmakaya to seduce the four ancient tribes in the name of Emperor Jin. He had been with Jun Qingcheng before, and he already knew almost everything about the Celestial Emperor's Dharmakaya.
But while Lin Huang was thinking about it, a surprised voice suddenly came from the front.
It seems like someone discovered something unusual.
Everyone from the Western Heaven Buddhist Kingdom immediately gathered together and saw a peeling mural in a tomb in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.
The tomb was originally extremely dark and made of black jade. It didn't have much peculiarity except that it was valuable.
However, in the Temple of the Ten Thousand Demons, a Holy Emperor with eyes all over his body discovered the fallen part from the corner of the jade stone, and there was an ancient mural hidden inside.
There was a bang.
The Holy Emperor took action and turned the jade walls in the tomb into powder.
gradually……
A completed mural is revealed.
The murals were scrawled and vigorous, full of ancient atmosphere. The ancient meaning coming from the pavement and the unique mural style immediately attracted everyone.
Lin Huang looked at the mural and frowned slightly.
That mural seems to be telling an extremely ancient story...
In the mural, there is an illusory figure.
He walked on the broken earth.
Blood.
Corpses.
Tomb of the strong.
Endless scorched earth.
The world seemed to be dead silent.
Just like the world after the catastrophe of the people.
The illusory figure is confused.
Extremely confused.
He turned around and looked around, not knowing where to go...
He wanders in this world.
ten years.
century.
millennium.
He walked through mountains and rivers and traveled across the vast land of the world. He went from the place where he was killed to the small town of Jianjia, and then from the prosperous ancient city to the dark forest.
He keeps walking.
But still can't find the direction...
He is too lonely.
Others cannot see him, and he cannot communicate with others.
He doesn't know why he is alive.
I don't understand why I don't die.
He has gone from the catastrophe of the world to prosperity. He is like a bystander in this world, watching the storms and clouds surging, watching the mountains and rains coming.
He once saw a white tiger in a dark forest grow from birth to rise, and finally grow old and fall off a cliff.
He has witnessed the rise of the strong, from weak to the pinnacle of martial arts, turning into an ancient legend. He has also seen the fall of a beauty, such a woman of unparalleled beauty, such a ruthless death.
but……
He seemed to have no emotion at all.
He is not excited, sad, pitiful, or angry.
As time goes by, the sea changes...
He witnessed the rise of an era, and also saw the rise of an era begin to decline.
He once again walked through troubled times and saw countless heroes spilling their blood, countless strong men falling. Those beautiful things were ruthlessly crushed.
Those things that made people happy turned into sadness in an instant.
But he... was still watching quietly.
Even though countless people were lying on their knees, cursing this terrible troubled world, he still walked past them calmly, without showing any mercy.
The whole world turned into a piece of scorched earth again.
There are countless people buried in the loess. But he walked through the vicissitudes of life calmly!
One era has passed, and the next era has appeared.
The cycle goes on and on.
Everything has changed. Even the tombstones of those former gods are withered. Those beauties that amazed an era have long since decayed.
Even the sorrow in the troubled times has been completely forgotten.
It seems that only he still exists!
But he still doesn't know...who he is? What do he want to do? Why do those mortals have joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but isn't it just death? Is there anything worth being sad about?
Isn't it just getting married? Is there anything I can only be happy about?
oh……
By the way, what kind of emotion is sadness?
What is happiness?
He didn't understand that figure, and he didn't try to understand it... He had been sinking in confusion and never got rid of it.
Until that day, he saw a little girl.
The little girl was only seven years old, as pink and tender as a porcelain doll...
What surprised him was that the little girl could actually see him. He also felt surprised when he saw the little girl.
"Do you know me, uncle?"
The little girl opened her mouth, revealing her snow-white teeth.
"I, know you?"
When the figure spoke, his voice was a little dry. He could understand human language, but he almost never spoke.
"Yes, I feel like I know you...my name is Xingyue!"
The little girl spoke, her voice was clear and clear, and she had a pure and bright smile on her face, which did not match her dirty clothes.
"Xingyue?"
The figure repeated, and then he frowned, "I don't know what my name is!"
"Ha... you don't know what your name is? Were you also left outside by your father? You are so pitiful, hee hee... just like Xingyue!"
The man looked at the little girl strangely and didn't understand. She was obviously pitiful, so why did she say I was pitiful?
later……
The little girl Xingyue followed that person.
The man didn't care, but there was an interesting emotion in his heart... There was actually a little girl who could see and talk to him, and every time he talked to her, he had many wonderful feelings.
Are those feelings happy?
Is it doubt?
He thinks it should be.
Later... that little girl accidentally grew up to be a beauty and a disaster.
It attracted the covetousness of countless people.
The man suddenly felt angry. She looked at Xingyue crying, and he felt sad again... Then, he learned to protect Xingyue.
It's strange that he has never practiced martial arts as humans call him, but he is so talented that when he takes action, the so-called strong men are no longer as good.
Xingyue was a little confused.
She started asking him, who is he?
Is he also a little confused?
Who am I? Where do I come from?
But that's not important. What's important is that he feels like a human being, and he begins to have emotions... He is very happy, and he feels that he is alive.
However……
Years pass.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed, and the little girl who was once as pure as a sunflower... has finally grown old and gray-haired! But he is still so young, as if he has lived forever...