Chapter 2 The Second Floor of the Loft Fell Silent for a Short Time

After a moment, the Empress asked, "Are there any restrictions on viewing the 'Forbidden Ancient Book' left by the Light Progenitor?"

"I'm afraid you can't read it."

Meng Xizhou blurted out subconsciously, and then she immediately understood the Empress's true intention.

She had read it, so what about the Light Divine Seat?

"I don't know if the Light Divine Seat has read the Progenitor's Ancient Book..."

Meng Xizhou hesitated for a moment, "But when I read it, the mental fluctuations on the pages were very recent. There are too many hidden books in the Forbidden Zone... Even the Divine Seat who fused the Fireseed doesn't have time to read them all, and the ways to open these books are all different."

It is said that the Forbidden Zone of the City of Light is an extremely miraculous place.

Each book, in the trajectory of fate, awaits a qualified "page-turner."

Only the destined can open the book.

Those without fate cannot even find the door.

The Empress on the throne had a hint of a smile in her voice, "In other words, you saw the history revealed by the Light Progenitor, and received the guidance of the Light Dream, but the Light Divine Seat... didn't?"

"Yes... yes."

Meng Xizhou replied blankly.

She wondered if it was just her feeling, but the Empress seemed less interested in the "Traveler's" affairs?

Instead, she was very interested in the "Light Divine Seat."

"Your Majesty... if that dream of guidance is true, perhaps the Traveler has already found the door of return." Meng Xizhou said anxiously, "The King of the Underworld, the Traveler, the Old World... these keywords are linked together, are you really not worried?"

After hearing this, the Empress just smiled silently.

In the wind and snow of the Furnace, the mental crystal ball was floating in front of her.

She extended her five fingers and slowly covered the crystal ball.

Her attitude was already very clear.

What was there to be anxious about?

"Miss Meng, you can go back."

The Empress said gently, "Thank you very much for coming. I have obtained what I wanted."

Was she being given the order to leave already... Meng Xizhou bit her lip, feeling somewhat unwilling.

She spoke again, saying, "You should know that my brother is currently carrying out a mission on the Dolu River..."

The first thing she did upon landing in Central City was to inquire about Meng Xiao's whereabouts. She had been thinking that if Meng Xiao was still in the city, she would use a meeting as an excuse to try and stop her.

Unfortunately, she was a step too late.

"In the guiding dream, I saw a soaring blood light and countless darkness erupting in the Dolu River disaster zone."

This was already a clear indication.

Meng Xiao's mission was on behalf of the City of Light.

And the Dolu River... was very likely related to the King of the Underworld.

Unfortunately, after she said this, the Empress remained unmoved.

Meng Xizhou was somewhat disappointed.

"I understand."

She sat on the throne, her voice still gentle.

But the temperature of the swirling snowflakes in the divine domain suddenly dropped.

True farewells do not need words. Meng Xizhou felt the waves of coldness coming over her.

She knew that she had to leave.

This divine domain was called "Furnace," but it drew on the harsh cold of the entire Northern Continent. She could not imagine what kind of torment and suffering the Empress sitting on the throne had to endure every moment. Even a god, she was afraid, would not feel good. ...Just before she pushed open the door to leave.

The Empress suddenly spoke, stopping her.

"Miss Meng."

Meng Xizhou's body froze slightly.

"I have seen countless souls, but I have never seen a soul as pure as yours. No one can compare to you."

The Empress on the throne said softly, "This is a flawless soul forged from pure light. It is a gift from heaven. With such a soul, no matter what lies you tell, no one can see through them... Not even I."

This woman's soul was transparent, pure.

She was light, and light was her.

Mental ability users identify whether a person is lying by sensing that person's mental fluctuations... But Meng Xizhou's soul has almost no fluctuations, which means that the identification methods of ability users are ineffective on her.

In this case, one can only judge from her words, actions, and subtle expressions.

In theory... if she is skilled at disguising.

Then she could deceive anyone in this world.

The second floor of the loft fell silent for a moment.

"But I am willing to believe you."

The Empress smiled, "About the 'Forbidden Zone,' don't say anything after leaving the loft. I will keep it a secret for you. Please remember: Your audience today has changed the entire landscape of the Five Continents."

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In the dim rocky corridor, two faint flames were burning.

Gu Shen and Mu Wanqiu were carefully reading the words on the rock wall.

The mysterious porter was translating the ancient text word by word on the rock wall.

In the ancient times before humans settled in the Five Continents, order collapsed and storms raged.

In order to survive, the human race had to migrate south with their clans. Their former homes had been buried by storms, becoming ruins, and countless resting places, and what were once considered "oases," false havens, had also been destroyed by the years, becoming what the Investigation Corps called "wastelands."

The story on this rock wall began in that era.

The "original author" who wrote these ancient texts called himself "Traveler."

Traveler.

Literally, a traveler.

But in reality, a wandering child who has lost his home.

Those who wrote ancient texts and recorded their lives on the rock walls were not one person, but a group of people.

This group of people were all homeless wanderers.

These travelers recorded the various events that occurred during the migration on the rock walls. They rode on ships fleeing the apocalypse, escaping towards the unknown south, trying to see the sun of the oasis.

Many people died during the Great Migration... The fleet often encountered storm attacks, and the number of survivors dwindled.

No one knew what their future would be like.

Would they successfully find the "oasis"? Or... be caught in a storm and die?

However, these "travelers" never imagined that their final fate would be a third option.

Abandoned by the clan.

As pawns, discarded in the wasteland.

Seeing this, the words on the rock wall seemed to change. These words seemed to have the same spiritual characteristics as "ancient text"... Gu Shen never thought that ordinary words could have such a powerful spiritual infection. ...He followed the translator's reminder and did not resist forcibly.

And then.

He saw the fate of the travelers drifting and withering.

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The sky shattered, and blood filled the air.

During a sudden storm, this ship was abandoned as a "pawn." When Gu Shen came to this painting, the ship had already been broken into two pieces.

He stood under the torrent of history, at a loss for a moment.

It all felt too much like a dream.

But it was cruelly unlike a dream.

Severed limbs, broken bodies, fresh heads, eyes that had not closed, freed from the constraints of gravity, floated in front of Gu Shen, as if he could push them away by reaching out his palm.

This was how he truly joined this kind of "illusory story."

And he knew... that this was most likely a true "illusory story" that had happened, but everything had passed, and only the ancient text on the rock wall, and the spirit left by an unknown translator, were not enough to prove anything.

"The storm has just swept through."

A familiar female voice rang in his ear.

Gu Shen was slightly stunned.

A figure that was out of place with the dream floated beside him. Mu Wanqiu, who had been watching the text with him, had also come to the history recorded by the "Traveler."

"Storm..." Gu Shen turned his head and asked, "Have you experienced a storm too?"

"I have, but not as severe as Gubu." Mu Wanqiu said in a very soft voice, "With the captain around, few people died, but those who died died miserably... as miserably as them."

Her voice sounded like the autumn wind.

There was a faint desolation, but no strong sadness.

But this was actually the real feeling after experiencing a storm, because in the face of that kind of disaster, death was only a moment, light and fluttering, like autumn leaves falling in the wind.

Gu Shen fell silent.

The reason why he felt that the scene before him was more cruel than a dream was because he had personally experienced a terrifying source matter storm.

The scene before him was the scene after the source matter storm swept through and the Grim Reaper descended.

Crying, begging for help, wailing...

More and more people died.

The ancient humans six hundred years ago had an amazing level of technology. This ship was caught in a storm, but it was not directly crushed... It was just a pity that the ship crashed, and even if there were lucky survivors, they were destined not to find their way home.

A very small number of lucky ones were still alive.

They lived in independent compartments, relying on food reserves to survive the long years.

Some people also decided to "hibernate"... waiting for their compatriots to rescue them.

It's just that they didn't know.

There would be no rescue.

The main fleet would not turn back. The human race moved forward unswervingly towards the south, like burning fireworks, constantly falling off and peeling away. In the end, only a very few chosen people would be able to land on the Five Continents.

And choosing to "hibernate" at this moment was equivalent to pressing the delayed ending key for their lives.

Their hibernation pods would be buried by dust, deep underground, and even if they could wake up one day, all they would see would be an even more desolate wasteland.

And true despair.

The remaining survivors accepted the reality of being abandoned...

Some of them chose to commit suicide.

In this desolate and broken wasteland, suicide might not be a bad choice.

Those who wanted to live began to integrate supplies and decided to rely on the resources of the broken ship to form a new survival team and continue south.

And this was the origin of the "Traveler" race.

Humans had experienced an extremely long history of migration.

In the vast wasteland, I don't know how many broken ships are buried, and I don't know how many victims... These people should have died quickly in the wasteland, but natural selection is a primitive gene engraved in the blood of creatures.

These survivors gathered like sparks in the darkness, hugging each other and warming each other. xxs12

If they wanted to live longer, they had to "unite."

If they wanted to go further, they had to "evolve."

Fortunately...

Heaven had not left them with nothing.

What was abandoned by the main fleet together... was not only these displaced people, but also a fragment of the "Gospel Box" that was "outside the plan."

At that time, although the ancient humans had a very high level of technology, their exploration of extraordinary abilities was not as comprehensive as it is today.

This group of displaced people elected a leader with sufficient power and became the master of this fragment of the Gospel Box...

Under the protection of the "Divine Seat."

They began to search for one "broken ship" after another, as much as possible to scavenge supplies, and look for "hibernators."

For those "hibernators," they would inform them of the situation... Many people firmly believed that rescue would arrive and still chose to hibernate, and only a very few chose to leave the hibernation pod and gather with them.

Like this.

The abandoned displaced people became an independent group. They knew that without ships, they would never be able to reach the extremely distant "oasis."

All they could do was to live as long as possible, and reproduce...

On this wasteland.

And what they could rely on.

Was only that fragment of the Gospel Box.

Gu Shen and Mu Wanqiu stood in this long river of history written by travelers.

The two silently watched this shocking history of evolution.

The leader who held the fragment of the Gospel Box selflessly bestowed the power of God on every follower, every old human who wanted to live... He regarded everyone as his own, and the only consequence of doing so was that his power was sucked dry by the huge group.

But that fragment of the Gospel Box showed "miracles"...

The travelers living in the darkness gradually grew vertical pupils, wings, and slender limbs. They could move freely under high gravity, and breathe freely in the air filled with source matter. Their lungs would automatically filter out those harmful gases... But because the oxygen content of the wasteland was too low, their lungs evolved to be even better than loggerhead turtles. Taking a breath could last for more than ten hours, and they only needed to breathe two or three times a day.

But unfortunately, there was no clear concept of time in the wasteland.

Day and night were reversed, and polar days and polar nights were unpredictable natural phenomena in a world where order had collapsed.... So they could not hibernate for a long time, endure the hot polar days, and they could hibernate for a long time to endure sudden winters.

In the years of fighting against the "collapse of order," the travelers relied on this "Gospel Box fragment" to achieve an incredible leap in the level of life evolution in a short period of decades.

But even so, it was still not enough.

Too many people died in the wasteland. Because of the adverse effects of source matter in the void, it was difficult for them to combine, and it was difficult to give birth to children... Even if they tried their best to protect the pregnant "mothers," the children in their wombs still struggled to survive.

Under such a disaster, a baby who was successfully born might be luckier than arriving at an oasis.

They were born and gradually grew up under meticulous care.

With fresh blood injected.

This nearly broken race was able to survive.

Only when a new leader was born could the travelers carry the flag in this broken world and fight against the fate of extinction.

They were getting fewer and fewer...

But the journey was getting longer and longer.

And finally, their journey reached its end.

At the end of the picture—

In the depths of the wasteland, a dark snow mountain where the specific address could not be traced, a tall figure in a black robe stood in front of the snow mountain, and a pale and dark flame was burning in the center of his brow.

King of the Underworld.

On the top of the dark snow mountain, the leader holding the fragment of the Gospel Box spread his gray wings, suspended in the air, and looked at the King of the Underworld.

The Traveler wrote in the rock wall corridor.

"We know that one day, we will return to our homeland. But we don't know, can the homeland that has never been set foot on be considered a homeland?"

"That man promised to open the door to return to our homeland for us."

"But the premise is that we have to build palaces for him, tailor wings for him, and weave the blessings of the Gospel Box in our blood into war robes... This is an unfair trade, but we have no choice."

"Everything—for the sake of returning."

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(ps: The recent plot is really important, but I can only write so much while ensuring quality. Today there are 9,500 words, and stopping here is helpless. I will continue to stay up late to write some more, but I won't update any more tonight. I will strive to put out another big chapter tomorrow noon.) .

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