The hazy mist made this palace look even more mysterious. When Tang Xuanming saw such a strange scene, the uneasiness in his heart gradually disappeared.
He walked towards the center of the hall step by step. With his footsteps, the hazy mist gradually dissipated, revealing the high throne in the center of the hall.
By some strange coincidence, Tang Xuanming stepped forward and sat down on the high throne.
boom!
In an instant, countless information seemed to pour into his mind, and he almost fainted, but under a mysterious power, he remained awake.
After a full day, the terrifying pain gradually disappeared. Sweat dripped down drop by drop. Tang Xuanming couldn't help but tremble. It took a long time to truly recover.
The long-term pain made it difficult to hide the fatigue in his eyes, but his eyes were bright and bright, with a strong spirit.
He forced himself out of the main hall and came to the grand square in front of the main hall. There was a grand altar in the center of the square.
The altar is ancient and mysterious, with Tai Chi and Bagua patterns that are full of Eastern culture. After studying the steps one after another, climbing up the stairs, you finally arrived at the center of the altar.
Tang Xuanming looked around and saw that there was nothing in the center of the altar. It was completely empty. The center was a void that was constantly fluctuating like water.
It is peaceful and profound. Looking at the center of the altar is like looking at the boundless void of the universe, and you can deeply feel your own insignificance.
Tang Xuanming turned to look at the palace. The magnificent palace was higher than the altar. Under normal circumstances, it should not be like this.
Altars represent sacrifices to heaven, earth and gods, and are often built extremely high. No temple can be more majestic and taller than it.
But it's different here. The temple is just a little higher than the altar, and what's special is that the place where the sacrifices are placed is right opposite the main hall.
It seems as if the sacrifices on this square altar are dedicated to the owner of the temple.
"Sacrifice allowed!"
Tang Xuanming muttered to himself expectantly, and then nervously waited for the altar's reaction, fearing that it was all an illusion.
There was a trace of fluctuation on the surface of the ancient altar, and a subtle shadow faintly appeared in the center of the altar, which was as clear as a lake.
When I looked carefully, I found that it was a human figure, accompanied by a low voice of singing.
"The Emperor and the Empress are here, please open your eyes and see. The harsh tyranny has made it impossible for us to survive. Please use the fury of thunder to kill the evil thief Ying Zheng."
Chant-like words rang in Tang Xuanming's ears, making his face full of joy.
His eyes looking at the altar were full of surprises. This simple attempt proved the role of the altar, and he no longer worried about surviving in this barbaric era.
"The golden finger is in place. Is it still far away from me killing everyone?"
A smile couldn't help but appear on his lips, but soon he frowned again.
"Ying Zheng? If I remember correctly, this seems to be the first emperor to unify the whole of China. His books and carriages share the same track. He is a figure in my hometown. Where is the altar connected to?"
As this curiosity arose, a crystal filament suddenly flew out of the altar and connected to his body. He instantly gained an additional vision.
He "saw" an old man with a white beard standing in a city made of countless mechanisms. The old man with a white beard had a huge mechanical arm in his right hand.
It's not the new-age technology in my impression, it's not a robotic arm made entirely of metal.
Instead, it is a mechanical arm made of wood, full of a sense of black technology.
The old man seemed to be complaining unconsciously, not realizing that he had inadvertently attracted the attention of a visitor from another world.
Tang Xuanming was extremely concerned. He sensed the information about that world and understood it in an instant.
"Qin Dynasty, the world of Qin Shimingyue?"
When this kind of enlightenment occurs in my heart, there will be great joy and an inexplicable taste.
"In a world like this, where there is the Sword Master Gai Nie who single-handedly killed three hundred Qin soldiers across the Six Kingdoms, martial arts are indeed strong enough."
Tang Xuanming's face was uncertain. He felt the call in the thread, but he did not choose to obey. After thinking for a while, he took the initiative to cut off the contact.
He received too much information this day and needed time to organize and think.
He walked slowly back to the grand and majestic palace, sat on the high throne, put his chin on his hand, and carefully sorted out the information in his mind.
"I was originally on Earth and suddenly came to a world like this. Time travel. Is traveling to a new world still a thing? I don't know how many fellow villagers there are. I can put this matter aside first and think about it later."
"What is the meaning of the altar and this ancient palace?"
Looking at the place surrounded by endless mist, where objects would only dissipate as he walked, like a heavenly palace in the clouds, he thought silently.
"Judging from the information I received, I don't know why, but I have become the master of this world and have the ability to master this artifact."
"Judging from the test just now, this world can allow me to go to many incredible worlds. Therefore, surviving in the main world will not be so difficult."
"The world I am in now is undoubtedly a world of high martial arts. Just this unknown tribe puts me under endless pressure."
"Children aged seven or eight are as strong as the legendary Xiang Yu, let alone adults."
"But such characters all have wounds on their bodies, those terrible scars. There are not only swords, guns, swords and halberds, but also marks of beasts."
"The house I live in now is still clean and tidy, which shows that the owner of the house died not long ago. The dangers in this world of high martial arts are beyond imagination."
"The most urgent thing now is to understand the information about this world. If possible, it is best to obtain the tribe's practice method, which is what they call the Ant King Method."
"Judging from their conversation, it seems that the Ant King's method has been spread throughout all tribes. It is not a deeply hidden cultivation method. Children as young as seven or eight years old can practice it."
Thinking that children as young as seven or eight years old could carry a stone tripod weighing half a ton, Tang Xuanming's face twitched and he felt more and more fragile.
"The girl I was talking to before seems to be very curious. I can use her sympathy to get more information from her. If I can know the best way to practice the Ant King Method."
After briefly sorting out the situation, Tang Xuanming felt much more at ease, but at this moment he accidentally glanced at the altar and felt an impulse in his heart.
He wanted to answer their call and enter the altar.
"The practice of the Ant King Method requires the ability to carry the cauldron. This is a threshold. If I can go to the world connected by the altar, I will soon be able to reach this standard."
He had such an impulse in his heart, but he slowly suppressed it. This was because his reason was restraining his madness.
"Now I am just a modern sub-healthy person. Going to the most legendary Qin Dynasty, the most likely result is to be recruited and die on the battlefield."
"Or you might be dragged to build the Great Wall, or build the Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin. Yi Xiaochuan in the myth has learned from the past. I don't want to try it again. There were too many abnormal ways to die in the Qin Dynasty."
"He has the protagonist's aura and can run away. I'm not sure. Let's take it with the tribe now!"
He warned himself in his heart that the legend of time-travelers killing everyone has been circulating, but no one has seen more time-travelers who have not risen. They don’t know which corner they died in, or died in that smelly ditch.
A corpse that no one asked about.
"In the top martial arts world like the tribe, getting a little benefit is the top opportunity for other worlds. Tang Xuanming, please suppress the impulse in your heart."
Such repeated warnings finally allowed Tang Xuanming to return to his original calmness from ecstasy.
He stared at the altar pattern on the palm of his right hand, and felt refreshed. He returned to the dilapidated stone house again, lying on the cold stone bed. The night in the mountains was cold, and he couldn't help but shiver.
My whole body shrank into a ball, my nose felt a little stuffy, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"I was a time traveler with a golden finger just now, and now I have to catch a cold in this cold night? This is really not a time traveler!"
He originally wanted to endure the cold and sleep, but he couldn't bear the cold. The cold stone bed reminded him of the warm quilt at home.
After tossing and turning for a while, Tang Xuanming got up and got out of bed. He saw an animal skin hanging on the wall of the stone house.
The animal skin has been tanned long ago. It feels very comfortable and does not appear hard. It shines fiery red under the moonlight and feels very warm to the touch.
Tang Xuanming took off the animal skin, spread it flatly on the stone bed, and wrapped himself in it, feeling immediately comfortable.
No matter how severe the night chill was, there was no way to penetrate it. It felt warmer than the velvet quilt at home, and I couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.
This animal skin, which was peeled off from an unknown beast, was more than enough to wrap Tang Xuanming's entire body in it.
However, after seeing the hunting captain Pihu's pet with a shoulder height of over two meters and a body length of over three meters, Tang Xuanming was no longer surprised and ignored this point of his own accord.
The sudden time travel and the inexplicable appearance of the altar made him very excited, but after everything calmed down, mental exhaustion overwhelmed everything, and a raging sleepiness came over him, making it impossible to open his eyes.
Wild and tough savages, beasts that stood taller than him, unimaginably huge altars, busy traffic, and crowds of people on the streets.
Tang Xuanming had a chaotic and complicated dream. The huge impact of the wild and barbaric era and the civilized era made his dream intricate and complicated.
In the end, he only remembered that he was being chased by a beast as tall as a mountain. He was running wildly, but he couldn't run no matter how hard he ran. Finally, in his desperate eyes, the bloody mouth came down, and the fishy smell almost suffocated him.