Above the gray fog

[The peaceful days are over. The wolf tribe invaded the Shao tribe. The battle caused the mountain to collapse. In the end, we were defeated. I could only flee with the remaining tribesmen. On the way, I thought of the big bear I had saved. ]

[I took the remaining tribesmen to the big bear tribe. The big bears were very loyal. They promised to help us get revenge. With the help of the bear tribe, we defeated the wolf tribe and regained the lost land. ]

[In order to thank the bear tribe, I decided to change the name of the clan to Youxiong clan. The two tribes will develop together in the future and share honor and disgrace. ]

……

[Today is a happy day. Fubao gave birth to a son for me. I decided to name him Xuanyuan. ]

The content stopped here. Half of the book was neatly torn off at the back. It should have been torn by the first person.

Lin Shan thought about it and put the small book in his pocket.

"What's written on it?" Huang Liu came over.

"Go out and show it to you." Lin Shan said.

"Hmm." Huang Liu quietly put the pendant in his pocket, "Let's study it outside. This thing may be a great thing. It doesn't look like it belongs to this relic. It looks like..."

"What does it look like?"

"It looks like... the person who came in before deliberately left it here." Huang Liu said, and his eyes continued to scan, looking for other valuable things.

"Hmm?" Lin Shan looked painful, quickly took out the half book and threw it on the table.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't want it?"

Huang Liu reached out to take it.

"Don't touch it!" Lin Shan said in a deep voice.

"Tick...tick..."

Drops of blood kept dripping from Lin Shan's waist onto the stone floor. The blood could not be stopped, and it kept flowing more and more. The wooden floor was completely covered with blood.

"What's wrong with you?" Huang Liu looked surprised.

"It's okay, there's just a hole in my waist." Lin Shan waved his hand and lifted up his white robe.

There was a blood hole the size of a watermelon on his waist, with two energies competing with each other. One was the origin of the strange body, which was constantly repairing the hole, and the other was a force that revealed a decaying aura, which was constantly destroying Lin Shan's flesh and blood.

The origin of the strange body was no match for the decaying energy, and the hole was constantly expanding.

"Watch my skeleton." Lin Shan said something that made Huang Liu confused.

This consumption would only waste the origin in vain. Lin Shan suppressed the overflow of the origin, and the flesh and blood on his body, including the light green heart, were also corroded, leaving only a skeleton that was not corroded.

Huang Liu stared at the skeleton in front of him, then looked at the half-booklet on the table, and his hair stood up.

He hurriedly took out the pendant and wanted to throw it on the table, but then he seemed to think of something, gritted his teeth, and put it in his pocket again.

At this time, the skeleton was covered with black viscous liquid, and there were strands of flesh and blood derived from it, first the heart emitting a hazy green light, followed by flesh and blood, internal organs, and membranes.

In less than thirty seconds, Lin Shan recovered intact.

"Hu~Hu~"

Lin Shan panted, his face pale.

"Are you okay?"

Huang Liu circled around Lin Shan.

"No problem." Lin Shan shook his head and transformed clothes with a wave of his hand.

A complete resurrection consumed almost half of the source.

Lin Shan walked forward and picked up the book again.

"Come again? Are you going to die?" Huang Liu grabbed Lin Shan's arm.

Lin Shan shook his head slightly, "This thing is useful to me."

"What is it for?"

"I don't know." Lin Shan broke free from Huang Liu's hand, picked up the half of the book, turned to the last page, and tore it off.

"This is the correct way to take it. The predecessors have already given hints, but I am still too greedy." Lin Shan folded the paper and carried it close to his body.

Huang Liu saw this and wanted to tear off a piece like Lin Shan.

But he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tear it off. Huang Liu bit it with his mouth, but it was still useless.

"Lin Shan, look at my neck..."

Suddenly, Huang Liu turned his head and looked at Lin Shan in confusion.

"It's broken, half of my head is gone." Lin Shan said calmly.

At this moment, Huang Liu only had half of his head left, and the last layer of skin was left at the connection between his neck and chest.

"Don't move, it will fall off if you move." Lin Shan reminded.

Huang Liu's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't panic.

From Lin Shan's perspective, Huang Liu completely lost his color and turned into black and white. The time on him was flowing backwards quickly.

It was the power of the hourglass. Knowing that Huang Liu had the ability to control time, Lin Shan was not very worried. This ability could be used to commit suicide indefinitely, which was also Huang Liu's confidence.

After a while, Huang Liu recovered.

The two brothers looked at each other, and they could see a solemn look in each other's eyes. If there were no special means, they would have stopped here.

"Why... you can easily tear off a piece, but I can't?" Huang Liu asked the doubts in his heart.

"Maybe, this is the diary written by my ancestor." Lin Shan replied. Shaodian, the father of Huangdi, is his ancestor.

"Is this relic from the human race?"

"It is likely." Lin Shan nodded.

Huang Liu nodded thoughtfully, "No wonder you can find this place. The human race you belong to is the ancestral land, and it is also the gathering of luck."

Lin Shan looked at him, "What is the difference between the ancestral land and other branches?"

"Different luck, a more professional way of saying it is a different fate line."

"Is your tribe the ancestral land?" Lin Shan asked.

"It used to be, but it's no longer the place now that the clan artifact is broken." Huang Liu smiled bitterly, "The inheritance bestowed by our ancestors ends here."

"In other words, your Ye clan's ancestral land no longer exists?"

"It still exists, but it's not our branch. The best-developed branch among the remaining branches will be selected, and the clan artifact will be transformed from virtual to real, becoming the new ancestral land." Huang Liu explained.

Then he said, "That has nothing to do with us. We are so far apart that the remaining tribes will probably never meet each other."

"Is that so? Tribal tools are related to inheritance..."

"Oh, right." Lin Shan suddenly asked, "Since your tribe was the ancestral land before, there must be pioneers, right?"

"Yes, my Night Clan has 53 pioneers who led the tribe to overcome difficulties and finally formed the current Night Clan."

"Are those pioneers still there?"

Huang Liu looked at a fool, "The Night Clan has a history of 160,000 years. Even gods cannot live for such a long time. Most of those pioneers died within 10,000 years. The last pioneer inherited the gods and lived for 100,000 years. In the 110,000th year, his lifespan reached the extreme. The second god was my uncle."

"Can gods survive for 100,000 years..." Lin Shan said to himself.

"There is nothing here. Let's go to the inner room." Huang Liu suggested.

"Hmm..." Lin Shan nodded. There was a small room inside.

The two walked in. It was very simple, with only a wooden table.

Rows of words were carved on the wooden table.

[Origin, first era, Zhou Huansheng of Tianxia people took something from the former residence of Huangdi. ]

[Origin, first era, Tianxia people..., left something at the former residence of Huangdi, and those who are destined to get it can get it. ]

[Origin, first era, Tianxia people..., took something at the former residence of Huangdi. ]

....

[Origin, second era, Arthur Pandora of Roman people, took something at the former residence of Huangdi. ]

[Origin, third era, Si Zhennan of Tianxia people, took something at the former residence of Huangdi. ]

[Origin, third era, Si Yin of Zhi people..., left something at the former residence of Huangdi. Those who are destined to get it can get it. ]

....

....

Rows of words indicate that many people have been here, but most of the names are invisible, wrapped in a layer of mist.

Parchment: [Completing the history... Recording completed.]