Chapter 844: The Thirty-Three Days of the Mythical Era
The senior officials of Bailu Academy retreated, and Wang Xu and the others finally had time to explore the entrance.
The island in the lake is not big, only a thousand meters in size. The ground is full of silt and stagnant water. The most conspicuous thing is the place where the treasure lotus took root.
The Treasure Lotus was on the island in the lake at that time, taking root in the center of the island. Its withdrawal also left a big hole in its place.
Looking up, this big hole like an ancient well extends downward for an unknown amount of distance, as if it is connected to another world. It is really mysterious.
Wang Xu and the three of them looked at each other. If there was any difference, it should be here, but should they go down?
"This passage may be the entrance to another world. If I encounter danger in it, even Ancestor Wu Ge can't save me. More importantly, can I go in or get out? If I am trapped in it, then I will...
Have fun."
Wang Xu has a shuttle door, so he shouldn't be afraid of being trapped, but he has left so many backup plans in the Tianwu world. If he is trapped in the small world, he can only use the shuttle door to leave, and he won't be able to care about anything.
Already.
After much hesitation, the desire for the Imperial Armament still prevailed. If the Imperial Armament was found in the Emperor's Tomb, he would be a crab in the Tianwu World. He could go sideways, and the slight risk would be worth it.
After all, even if he is trapped or in danger, he can leave calmly and not be called a bird to eat.
"Go down." Wang Xu made up his mind, nodded to Saint Mu Yuan, pulled the sick young man and jumped down.
Whoosh!!
Under the gravitational pull, Wang Xu and the other two fell freely, but the strange thing was that no matter how they fell, they could not hear the sound of wind in their ears, just as if they were in space.
I don't know how long it took, but a faint light came from the dark passage.
Wang Xu and the others passed through a layer of film, and when they looked again, there was already another world below.
Desolation, dilapidation, and ancientness are the atmosphere of this world.
Wang Xu and the other three stood in the air, looking at each other. Where did they come? Did they really find the ruined fairy world?
"Which way to go?" After watching for a while, Saint Mu Yuan couldn't help but ask.
Wang Xu turned to look at the sick man and said, "Come and show me the way."
Mr. Sick is a person who seems to have the template of the protagonist. He is born with great luck and can bring good luck even in times of trouble. It is most appropriate to let him show the way.
After hearing Wang Xu's words, the sick man hesitated for a moment and pointed to the north.
"Let's go!" Wang Xu took up the light and headed straight to the north.
After walking for thousands of miles, a city appeared on a deserted land, and the noise could be heard from far away.
"There are people!" Wang Xu's eyes were filled with surprise. How could there be people in such a broken world?
After traveling thousands of miles, he didn't see any water or any living things at all. How could there be any living things surviving in such a world?
"Be careful, there should be no living beings in such a world." Wang Xu warned carefully, and flew towards the city with Saint Mu Yuan.
Xuanming City!!
This is the name of this city. Wang Xu landed far away and looked up. There should be soldiers guarding the gate and hawkers setting up stalls at the city gate. But unlike humans, although these people have human
In appearance, there are vertical horns on his forehead.
"Alien?"
Saint Mu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered: "According to the unearthed documents, before our era of the Hundred Emperors, whether it was mythology, ancient times, medieval times, or modern times, there was not only one race of humans. Later, for some unknown reason, these races
They all slowly disappeared, and we are the only ones left in the Tianwu world."
Wang Xu nodded slightly and asked in a low voice: "Have you ever heard of any alien race that can thrive without eating or drinking?"
Saint Mu Yuan shook his head slightly, foreigners were also living beings, how could they not eat or drink.
"If not, what do you think they eat to stay alive?" Wang Xu emphasized the word alive. In this broken world, there are no living creatures at all. Except for the people in this city, they don't even have a single living thing.
No mosquitoes were seen.
In this way, do the people in this city survive by drinking the northwest wind, or does this alien race have the characteristic of being able to survive without eating or drinking.
"How about, let's go in and take a look. Judging from the soldiers guarding the door, they shouldn't be able to stop us." Saint Mu Yuan was eager to try, because judging from the aura, these soldiers guarding the gate were only at the second level of cultivation. For them,
A piece of cake.
"That's all." Wang Xu nodded and agreed. Perhaps the secrets of this world are hidden in this city. If you follow the clues, you might be able to find the hidden emperor's tomb.
"Be careful, follow us and don't fall behind."
Wang Xu gave instructions to the sick young master, and then walked over with Saint Mu Yuan.
One step, two steps, three steps
As they got closer and closer to the city gate, Wang Xu and the other two people became more and more anxious. They didn't know if the aliens in this city were hostile to humans.
If anything, a big battle would be inevitable, which would not be conducive to their next plans.
It's getting closer, getting closer.
As Wang Xu and the others approached, a guard who looked like a school captain raised his head and looked at the three of them.
"Don't be impulsive, don't take action first." Wang Xu whispered to Saint Mu Yuan, and walked towards the city gate bravely.
The two sides passed each other and looked at the captain who looked at them with disgust in his eyes. He only heard him whisper: "Despicable human beings."
Except for a few words, the captain had no intention of taking action.
Wang Xu breathed a sigh of relief, but then he was stunned and asked: "Do they know about humans?"
"It should be so. Human beings originated from the mythical age and have existed forever. These alien races may have records of human beings." Saint Mu Yuan explained dryly. This explanation was far-fetched.
Because this group of aliens has survived in this broken world for who knows how many epochs, and there is no reason to recognize humans at a glance.
You know, when they see these people, they just treat them as aliens, but what kind of aliens these horned people are is beyond their comprehension.
"These may be the Xuanming tribe!"
The sick man who had been following the two of them suddenly said: "I couldn't practice before, so I dabbled in hundreds of books and read many miscellaneous books. I was especially interested in unearthed cultural relics from various eras. Fortunately, I got a book unearthed in Da
The tomb contains jade slips from ancient times. It records that in the Mythical Era, there once was a fairyland. The fairyland was divided into thirty-three heavens, one of which was the Xuanming Heaven.
The Xuanming clan lives in Xuanming Tian. This clan looks similar to humans. The only difference is that they have horns on their heads. In fact, the mythical age was not as chaotic as we thought, but was very orderly.
The Emperor of Heaven is high above, and has jurisdiction over the five great emperors and the Lords of the Thirty-three Heavens, who jointly manage the heaven and earth.
At that time, hundreds of races were herdsmen of the Heavenly Emperor. The powerful races occupied the heavens, while the weak races stayed on the earth. Each race was protected by the Great Emperor, or someone above the Great Emperor. In the era of mythology, we humans were also a big force. Although
It does not occupy the first level of heaven, but it is also one of the strongest ethnic groups on the surface. There are many powerful people serving in heaven, so it is not considered a weak ethnic group."
They are not a weak race, which means they will not be killed at will. Just like the genocide in Africa, many locals are worse off than dead, but foreigners can live happily. Because the motherland is strong, it is a life-saving card, even if
Those warlords will not attack foreigners at will.
"Look!" After walking through the city gate and entering Xuanming City, Saint Mu Yuan was immediately shocked.
He was shocked, not because Xuanming City was too dilapidated, but because it was too prosperous.
From what you can see, people from the Xuanming tribe are constantly coming and going on the street. What is shocking is that there are many restaurants on the street that are operating normally. There are also small vendors selling fruits and medicinal materials on the roadside, which is completely opposite to the dilapidation and desolation outside.
"Is this food?"
Wang Xu had doubts on his face and couldn't help but whisper: "Did they ever get it?"
Yes, there is nothing growing within an area of tens of millions of miles. Where do these things that look like fruits and medicinal materials come from?
The sick man couldn't help but be puzzled. He took the initiative to step forward and said, "Where did you get this kind of fruit?"
"How can they understand the human language?" Wang Xu asked in surprise, because he suddenly discovered that both the soldiers guarding the city and the Xuanming tribesmen in the city spoke Chinese.
"This is not the human language, but Chinese. In the Mythic Era, what we speak now is the official language of Heaven, and all races must learn it. As for the human language and writing, they were abandoned in the Mythic Era, and all races were unified
The words and languages used are all invented by the Emperor of Heaven."
When Mr. Sick said this, Wang Xu was stunned.
At first, when he came to Tianwu World, he thought that these people spoke Chinese and used Hanzi because they had their own guidance. After all, he had been to many different worlds, and in those worlds with yellow faces, they generally used Hanzi.
It's Chinese and Chinese characters.
Looking at it now, I'm afraid it wasn't what he thought. Chinese and Chinese characters were actually the official languages of Heaven, and were invented by the Emperor of Heaven.
Who is this Emperor of Heaven? It is a coincidence, or it is the Emperor of Heaven himself who is a time traveler before countless opportunities.
"In the age of mythology, did the Emperor of Heaven take good care of the human race?" Wang Xu couldn't help but ask the sick man.
Regarding this issue, Mr. Bing didn't know. The age of mythology had long been buried in the past. He knew about the Xuanming Clan because of the unearthed ancient documents. So he shook his head and said: "I don't know, I haven't seen any records in this regard."
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"The Emperor of Heaven is partial and loves the human race, otherwise you would still be like animals, kept in a human pen by us!"
The fruit vendor looked at Wang Xu and the others and spat: "Bah, lowly human beings can only use sweet words to seduce the emperor's heart! Sooner or later, His Majesty the Holy Emperor will wake up and beat you back to your original form. When the time comes,
I also want to keep a few humans in captivity."
Wang Xu and the other three looked at each other. The vendor's words contained too much information.
The era of mythology has long passed, the heaven has collapsed, and the emperor of heaven is dead. But in the words of these people, why do they still seem to be living in the chance of mythology? Is it possible?