Chapter 146: The Man Told a Story

The gray land was burning, the dark blue ocean was burning, and the infinite vault of heaven was burning. Everything in heaven and earth seemed to be under those hot and fiery flames, desperately trying their best to squeeze out every ounce of fuel within themselves to add to the blooming flames of this fire.

The volcano erupted, and the hot, red magma disappeared into the seawater, steaming up endless fog, and driving the ocean currents to start setting off a wave that was higher than a huge wave, constantly lapping at the land, which had already been melted into strange shapes. The sky and earth were filled with palpitating light and heat, overflowing with the flavor of destruction.

The animals on the land were running away, their skins and furs rotting, and their bones were visible, as if those rays of light, those fluctuations, and those fires were soul-devouring fires from the underworld that could never be escaped from, and no matter how far they fled from those burning woods, and no matter how deep they dug into the deep holes under the prairie, they still had not escaped those destructions that were able to make all living beings perish.

The animals in the ocean were also swimming restlessly, desperately trying to avoid the heat and poisonous gases coming out of the deep trenches under the sea, and those mammals that were used to swimming freely in the cold sea water poked their heads out of the water in despair, and what they breathed into their lungs was the hot air, and the dust that carried the deadly toxins.

The birds in the sky were still flying, avoiding the blinding light in the sky, and darting towards the ends of the earth, knowing by the natural sensitivity of life that they could only find their last paradise in those less traveled places. This is a great migration that is completely incongruous with the seasons, and in this migration, the vast majority of birds still die on the way, landing on the parched earth, and the birds that can really escape from the blazing light and black dust are few and far between.

The light between the sky and the earth gradually dimmed, but the air was filled with dust and dark clouds, blocking the round sun overhead unusually and mercilessly in the back. The entire verdant prairie, has long changed color, in the aftermath of the robbery survived the animals, gathered in a small pool of water around, desperate to scramble for the only clean water source, more than thirty big crocodile ambush in the depths of the pool of water, the pool around the countless animals gathered, began to dig small puddles of water, or there are bold, strong carnivorous animals, bravely began to attack the crocodile’s turf.

There was no longer any sign of flying birds in the sky, and the fish on the bottom of the sea had long ago been frightened into the coral reefs of the deep sea, and did not dare to come out in any way. The sharks swimming around were a little confused with those big eyes open, not knowing what was wrong with this world and what was wrong with their home. And above the surface of the sea, a dozen huge sperm whales floated wearily, occasionally flicking their tails feebly. Farther away, around the island, sea lions hissed at the sky in desperation and anger, venting their deep-seated fear by brutally tearing at each other.

The animals gathered around the pool of water gradually died, some from killing each other, some from inhaling the black dust in the air, some from starvation, some from thirst, and many more, in fact, from drinking the water in the pool.

The air was dry, and all that was left around the waterhole were countless miserable white skeletons, big or small, kicking and curving, or lying on their backs in terror, the skin, fur and flesh on their bodies having long ago been returned to the earth, leaving only these white bones still remaining around, accompanying the toughest reptiles in the waterhole, which had not perished after tens of millions of years.

After some more days, the pool dried up, hundreds of pounds of crocodile resigned to the general crouch on top of the mud, let the not so hot sun on the back of the red mud, gradually death, gradually dry, gradually rotting, gradually into a shocking white bones.

In fact these tough reptiles ended up being air-dried.

The air was still dead silent, except for the thick black clouds that rolled and pressed toward the earth, there was no trace of any living creature’s activity. The scene on the surface of the sea was even more brutal, in the past when the warm ocean currents and the northern cold currents of the bay met at the Makai Sea, countless large aquatic mammals, either floating in the waters of the island, or sunk to the bottom of the quiet sea, those whales and sea lions and manatees have long since turned into rotten flesh and blood, polluting the entire piece of sea water, so that the entire bay has turned into a place of the Shuriken, and the air was filled with a foul smell.

The scavengers survived much longer because of this huge presence, and they were keenly aware that the closer they got to the land, the more the smell of death filled the world, so they were careful about what they ate.

Finally, one day, the dry, dark, hellish world finally rained. The rain hit the few remaining leaves on the edge of the grassland and woke up the insects hiding in their holes. A beetle washed its face happily as round droplets of water rolled down onto the muddy ground. Gradually the rainwater pooled together and followed the ancient watercourses towards the depths of the grassland, waking up who knows how many creatures who used sleep to escape destruction along the way.

The trickle of the creek fed into the pool of water that was surrounded by white bones. Surprisingly, a lizard hiding deeply in the rocky crevices of the river is still alive, spitting its scarlet tongue, stepping clumsily through the shallow water, licking and devouring the white bones of the crocodile’s huge eye sockets, occasionally stretching out a right forefoot, lonely and cranky, announcing to the surrounding area that it owns the waterhole …… Anyway, around the waterhole is a full A thousand or more white skeletons had fallen silent and could not possibly express any opposition to its proclamation, and if all those lions and big baboons were still alive, the world would probably be a different place again.

Rain always represented life, no matter what world it was in, and this one seemed to be no exception. The black dust that filled the air was washed away by the rain, and the dust, which the wind could not disperse, finally succumbed to the power of the water god, and the air reappeared with a fresh and pleasant smell. The living beings in the four fields were born because of the water, gathered because of the water, and began a joyful aftermath of the disaster, and resumed hunting and killing each other, even this bloody hunting and killing, even with a welcome flavor of life.

However, these creatures do not know, these rain from the sky, the black dust is how to hold a terrible thing, they do not know, rain can wash away the dust, but will never be able to wash away in the sky and the earth, those can not see the shape, but enough to kill most of the life of the line.

When it rained, the sea was much calmer, and the waves slowly pushed the bodies of the dead animals into the reefs along the shore, the putrid smell being cleaned much better by the rain.

However, the rain got heavier and heavier, and it seemed that it would never stop, those animals who drank the rain water began to feel that life was slowly moving away from their bodies, they didn’t know why, and that instinctive trepidation made them extraordinarily desperate, and in the pouring rain, they tried to use up the last of their breath, and began to carry out senseless killing in a brutal and ferocious manner, even their own compatriots weren’t spared! .

After numerous floods, big or small, life on land was once again dealt a heavy blow. Apart from leaving behind countless corpses soaked in dirty water, there was no longer any sign of survival to be seen. And the rotting corpses piled up at the edge of the ocean were beaten into a piece of disgusting foam by these countless heavy rains, which had absolutely nothing to do with that fairy tale.

However, God’s punishment for the world still does not seem to end, the rain is followed by a sudden frost, from north to south, all over the air suddenly lowered more than ten degrees, can not see the sun of heaven and earth, seems to be confused with the seasons, the deep cold of winter just appeared in front of the life is already in jeopardy.

Frost is followed by snow, endless snow, the most previous snowflakes still hold the color of black and gray, and finally returned to white, looks incredibly holy, covered the sky, covered the earth, covered the sea, the whole world is shrouded in snow and wind, the cold descended to the earth, the ice extends into the sea.

The earth is so clean and white, endless snow, never-ending snow, and no more signs of life activity can be seen on top of the snow. This picture has continued and calmly and coldly continued, one year, two years, ten years, one hundred years ……

Fan Xian seemed to have awakened from a dream, and only after a long time did he pull his gaze away from the lighted mirror in the air; his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were slightly white. Although everything shown in the previous picture was the result he had already analyzed and judged after entering the temple, yet truly watching this scene happen in front of his eyes, that intense sadness and pain still made the soreness in his heart even worse, because he knew that this wasn’t some divine realm, and he couldn’t possibly be like the people of this world, who only treated these as myths, and then remembered them on the murals and in the legend He knew that all of this was a real thing, and that all of the beings who had died in the Great Calamity had been real at one time or another.

The blood in his eyes represented exhaustion and heartbreak, Van looked down and rubbed his eyes, then looked up again, gazing at the snowy scene in the light mirror in the air that seemed like it wouldn’t change for 10,000 years, he knew that change would surely happen, otherwise how would civilization have lasted into the world it is today? What struck his heartstrings most of all was that, seeing this, he still hadn’t seen what terrible tortures had been inflicted on the people of that world, those who had been his peers.

Magnificent, wonderful, exquisite, plain, ancient, simple …… architecture, is the existence of this world that is completely incompatible with the grass nest cave, but also the existence of the heaviest blow suffered in the midst of that great catastrophe, the people of that world have mastered certain secrets of the Creator, and ultimately threw these big killers on their own heads. How absurd is this fact.

The high temperature melted the concrete and steel, the shock wave shattered all the remnants, the unknown rays in the heaven and earth killed all the people, after the drought was the flood, after the frost was the wind and snow, I don’t know how many years have passed, under the blanket of white snow, the glory that once existed has been covered, no one knows that there was once a race that was once incomparably bright in this world.

The wind and snow did not know how many years, finally once again someone appeared in the picture. The destruction of civilization, the instinctive survival of life, and the tyrannical killing once again appeared. In the wasteland, the life that remained was probably only trying to survive, and had succeeded in showing the side of animal nature that was the most difficult for human nature to accept.

Fan Xian didn’t want to watch this, so the screen rapidly rotated and shifted, and it was as if he was sitting in front of a time machine, watching civilizations perish, watching civilizations survive, watching the remaining fires of civilization that eventually disappeared into the savagery.

He watched the remaining tall buildings under the snow eroded and collapsed by the wind and snow, and the weeds that took over after the ice and snow, by virtue of the magic of time and wind and water and nature, turned them into pieces of rock and rusty gravel, never to see any of their original appearance again.

He watched as people in animal skins re-dwelled their caves, re-built their huts, picked up their bone arrows, but forgot the words, forgot the language.

The building rose, the building collapsed, the building rose again, Fan Xian used to think that civilization was the most vital existence, and then suffered how big a blow, can always rely on a little spark, to start a prairie fire again, however, looking at the scene on the light mirror flashed quickly, he realized that the original civilization itself is the most fragile thing in the sky and the earth, when the loss of civilization is relied on by the material world, the spiritual aspect of the thing, is always so easy to be forgotten.

The scene flashed by for just a moment, yet this world had already passed hundreds of thousands of years without knowing it, and the splendor of the last time had ultimately left no traces in this world and had completely disappeared.

Fan Xian witnessed all of this happening, his eyes slightly reddened in confusion, sitting on the ground, his fists clenched. In a split second, he witnessed a thousand years, and while the green stone beside him had not yet rotted, ten thousand years had passed in the world.

He really saw the sea change, star shift, the earth change. He saw the former bay become fertile soil, but he didn’t know if the nutrients left over from the dead bodies of countless animals were helpful to this Tsubaki change between heaven and earth. He saw that after the volcanic activity had calmed down, the dead grassland rose slightly, free from the threat of floods, and from the northeast came a tribe of primitive people, who began to laboriously expel wild beasts and slash and burn.

I do not know how long, a blind man covered with a black cloth stepped through the northern snow and ice, came to the ancient human tribes, he was later called the messenger.

The messenger came from the north and taught the skill of knotting nets, and the people of the tribe bowed down to the north and praised the gods.

Another messenger came from the north and taught them the art of knotting ropes to keep track of events, and the tribesmen again praised the gods for their kindness.

Another messenger came from the north and taught them the art of writing, and the tribesmen built altars and painted petroglyphs on the mountain walls, praising the temple.

Fan Xian buried his head deeply into his knees, his rapid breathing causing his back to rise and fall. He didn’t know how long the silence had lasted, but he had finally realized most of what was going on. Ever since confirming that this was Earth, there had been a lot of things he didn’t understand, why the words used in this world happened to be the same words that he knew from his previous life, and why there didn’t seem to be any overly elaborate evolutionary process for the words in this world, rather it seemed as if they had been this way from the beginning.

“I have a question, why is everything gone, while you …… or the temple can still be preserved.” Fan Xian’s voice was hoarse, he basically confirmed at this point that the time when that great calamity occurred should be after his own death, but it wouldn’t be too long after his death, because the architectural craftsmanship of this temple was somewhat unfamiliar to himself, but after all, in terms of technology and civilization, he hadn’t yet developed anything that he didn’t quite understand.

Above the smooth mirror of light, a scene of sorrow and joy of the tribesmen was still being played out, the fervent sacrifices of the pioneering barbarians. These remnants of the people who had experienced hundreds of thousands of years of cold and dead winter had long since forgotten the existence of the ancient ancestors that were too far away, however, after all, they were human beings who had already evolved once, and when the environment of this world had already permitted them to move around relatively freely, the kind of wisdom that was hidden deep in the collective unconsciousness had finally been exploded. Especially the black cloth, from the north of the messenger, every once in a while, will descend to the tribes, bring the temple of grace, but also extremely fast catalyzed the progress of human society and civilization.

Just like a game with a plug-in, the picture in the light mirror progressed forward extremely quickly, and it didn’t seem to have taken hundreds of thousands of years for humanity to develop into what it is today, except that the messenger with the black cloth never appeared in the human world again, and the ones who took on the task were the messengers who walked in the world, as well as the Heavenly Chakra practitioners who were taught by those messengers.

When Fan Xian asked the question, the image of the light mirror stopped at a lonely peak, where countless people were fervently and courageously digging stone steps on the mountain, and then transporting the stone and timber to the top of the mountain, where they were going to build a temple.

This lone peak hung alone by the sea, half of the mountain was jade-like and smooth like a mirror, facing the sunrise of the East Sea, and it was none other than the Dadong Mountain that Fan Xian was very familiar with, and had even climbed personally.

The temple’s voice once again resounded in all directions, its tone still gentle, but still without any flavor of real emotion, “The fact that the museum’s fabulous looks have been preserved is all due to luck, and in the words of the world, this is the fate of heaven.”

Yes, in addition to fate, in addition to luck, what else can explain a should be hundreds of thousands of years ago civilization ruins, but today is still lying quietly in the snowy mountains, calm and gentle watching the world’s remnants of every step of the footprints?

Probably only the unchanging snow and ice can withstand the power of time, nature’s unintentional destruction, did not let this temple like those magnificent buildings, in the long river of time disappeared without a trace.

The fact that the temple was solar powered might have been one of the reasons. But that war in the distant past, it was clearly impossible to bring about such a great disturbance between heaven and earth, could it be that the earth itself had some great problem?

Fan Xian could have thought deeply about this issue, however, the emotional fluctuations in his head at this time were unusually violent, especially when he saw the blind messenger with the black cloth on the screen, and the final image of the jade wall of Dadong Mountain, which made him feel a little dry-mouthed and unable to speak at all.

If all of this on the screen was true, then what was Uncle Five Bamboo considered? Sort of a prophet for the entire human society today? A teacher? When he thought of the fact that he had lived and grown up with Uncle Five Bamboo since he was a child, but turned out to be truly living beside a legend, Fan Xian’s body couldn’t help but start shaking.

“But I don’t believe that you’re the only place left in the world.” Fan Xian’s raspy voice trembled, sounding a bit strange, “It doesn’t make sense.”

“Time can confirm everything. I have spent hundreds of thousands of years in this world and have found no similar existence.” The voice of the divine temple sounded next to Fan Xian’s ears, very calm, “The fact that I can survive until now and continue to fulfill my mission of helping humanity is partly due to luck, and partly due to the fact that during these hundreds of thousands of years, the emissaries have also continued to make repairs to the divine temple, it’s just unfortunate that the emissaries have also gradually been consumed out of time.”

Although the voice of the divine temple said it was a pity, there was no emotion in that regard in its tone. After Fan Xian closed his eyes and contemplated for a long time, he pointed at the Daedong Mountain above the light mirror and the temple that was gradually about to be completed and said, “I’ve been to this place before, so why did you send out a divine metaphor through the emissaries to build such a temple there?”

When he passed by Dadong Mountain from the sea, every time he saw that neat and tidy jade wall, as if the heavenly god had cut it open with a sword, Fan Xian’s mind would be shaken, and when he looked at this impossible scene in the world, he always felt that this jade wall did not seem to be formed naturally, but if it was done by human hands, what kind of power would be needed?

The most puzzling thing to Fan Xian was, why did Uncle Wu Zhu go to Dadong Mountain to recover from his injuries? Why did the emperor’s old man choose to have his final battlefield in Dadong Mountain?

“It’s for remembrance.” The voice from the temple was silent for a moment before saying, “That place was the origin of the outbreak of the war. The weapons that humans used to kill each other violently exploded and clashed there, and in the end, it even formed a consequence that humans themselves could not estimate …… As for the final mark, it is that side of the neat jade wall, that city has long since ceased to exist, and that mountain was thermally melted down half of it, and it finally turned into its current appearance. ”

Fan Xian tightly closed his eyes, eyelashes gently trembling, until today he knew the secret, the original Da Dong Mountain is the outbreak point of the war, a mountain range was melted into half of a lonely peak hanging over the sea, the rock was melted by the high temperature into a green piece of the jade wall, this is how kind of exaggerated horror.

“That’s why the radiation of the Great Eastern Mountain remains the strongest, and it’s also equal to the strongest Yuan Qi of heaven and earth …… ” Fan Xian’s hoarse voice rang out, voicing his inference, “If my judgment is right, I don’t understand why the murderous radiation can become the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth? If the children of the world are truly the remnants of previous generations of humans, why would there be such a thing as meridians in their bodies?”

“It’s because humans are the stupidest species in the world, as well as the smartest. Most crucially, they are the species most able to adapt to their environment.” The temple’s voice responded as such, “Regarding this point, I have absolute confidence.”