Barrier of Light

The second floor of the attic fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, the Queen asked: "Are there any restrictions on viewing the 'forbidden ancient book' left by the ancestor of light?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to see it."

Meng Xizhou spoke subconsciously, and then she immediately understood the true intention of the Queen's words.

She has seen it, but what about the God of Light?

"I don't know if the God of Light has ever read the Ancient Book of the Ancestor..."

Meng Xizhou hesitated, "But when I was reading, the spiritual fluctuations on the pages were very new. There are too many books in the forbidden library... Even the fire-smelting throne does not have time to read them all, and these The way books are opened is different."

It is said that the Forbidden Library in Guangming City is an extremely wonderful place of miracles.

Every book is on a predetermined trajectory, waiting for a qualified "book reader".

Only when you are destined can you open the book.

No luck, even the door to the library can't be found.

The queen on the throne said with a hint of smile in her voice: "In other words, you have seen the history revealed by the ancestor of light and been guided by the dream of light, but the throne of light... has not?"

"Yes, it is."

Meng Xizhou replied in a daze.

I don’t know if it’s my own imagination, but Her Majesty the Queen doesn’t seem to be that interested in the “traveler” thing?

On the contrary, he was very interested in the "Throne of Light".

"Your Majesty...if that dream of guidance is true, maybe the traveler has found the door to return." Meng Xizhou said anxiously: "Pluto, traveler, old world...these keywords are connected together, don't you really Are you worried?"

After hearing this, the Queen just smiled silently.

In the wind and snow of the furnace, the spiritual crystal ball was suspended in front of him.

She stretched out five fingers and slowly covered the crystal ball.

This attitude is already very obvious.

What's the anxiety?

"Miss Meng, you can go back."

The Queen spoke gently, "Thank you very much for coming. I have gotten what I wanted."

Is this an order to expel guests? Meng Xizhou gritted his teeth, somewhat unwillingly.

She spoke again and said: "You should know that my brother is currently on a mission in the Dolu River..."

The first time she landed in Central City, she asked about Meng Xiao's whereabouts. She originally thought that if Meng Xiao was still in the city, she would use the excuse of meeting him to stop him a little.

Unfortunately, it's still a step too late.

"In my guidance dream, I saw the Dolu River disaster realm erupting with bloody light and countless darkness."

This sentence is already clear.

Meng Xiao's mission this time was to carry out the mission of Guangming City.

And the Dolu River... there is a high probability that it is related to Pluto.

Unfortunately, after saying this, the Queen remained unmoved.

Meng Xizhou was a little disappointed.

"I see."

She sat on the throne, her voice still soft.

But the temperature of the fluttering snow in the divine realm suddenly dropped.

In fact, no words are needed to see off guests. Meng Xizhou felt the coldness coming from him.

She knew she had to go.

This divine domain is called "The Furnace", but its interior absorbs the severe cold of the entire North Continent. She cannot imagine the torture and suffering that the female emperor sitting on the throne must endure every moment. Even a god, I'm afraid it won't feel good either.

before pushing the door open and leaving.

The Queen suddenly spoke and stopped her.

"Miss Meng."

Meng Xizhou's body froze slightly.

"I have seen thousands of souls, but I have never seen a clean soul like yours. No one can compare with you."

The queen on the throne said softly: "This is a pure soul cast by pure light. It is a gift from heaven. With such a soul, no matter what kind of lies you tell, no one can see through... Even I can't. Same."

This woman's soul is transparent and pure.

She is the light, and the light is her.

The way a psychic supernatural being identifies whether a person is lying is to sense the person's mental fluctuations... But Meng Xizhou's soul almost never fluctuates, which means that the extraordinary person's identification method has reached her. On the contrary, it is ineffective.

In this case, we can only judge from her words, deeds, behavior, and subtle expressions.

Theoretically...if she was good at disguising.

Then she can deceive anyone in the world.

On the second floor of the attic, there was a brief silence.

"But I want to believe you."

The Queen smiled and said: "As for the 'Forbidden Library', don't talk about it after you leave the attic. I will keep it a secret for you. Please remember: your visit today has changed the structure of the entire Five Continents."

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In the dim rock wall corridor, there were two faint wisps of fire.

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

The mysterious porter was translating ancient texts word for word on the rock wall.

In the ancient times before humans settled on the five continents, order collapsed and storms raged.

In order to survive, the human race had to move south with its race. Their homeland had been buried by the storm and became the ruins of the [Old World]. Countless resting places and false safe houses that were once considered "oasis" have also been destroyed. Destroyed by time, it became what the Survey Corps called an "ancient ruin".

The story on this rock wall began in that era.

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

traveller.

Literally, traveler.

But he is actually a wandering son who has lost his home.

It is not one person who writes ancient texts on the rock wall to record life, but a group of people.

This group of people are all homeless people.

These travelers recorded various things that happened during the migration period on the rock walls. They boarded ships escaping from the doomsday and fled towards the unknown south, trying to see the sun of the oasis.

Many people died during the Great Migration...The fleet was often hit by storms, and fewer and fewer people survived.

No one knows what their future will look like.

Did you successfully find the "oasis"? Or... get caught in the storm and die?

But these "travelers" never imagined that their final fate would be the third one.

Abandoned by the tribe.

As an outcast, he was thrown into the [Old World].

Seeing this, the words on the rock wall seemed to have changed. Each piece of text seemed to have the same spiritual characteristics as the "ancient text"... Gu Shen had never thought that ordinary words could be so powerful. spiritual appeal.

He followed the translator's reminder and did not resist forcefully.

Then.

He saw the wandering and withering fate of the travelers.

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The sky shattered and blood filled the air.

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

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

This is all so much like a dream.

But it's cruelly unlike a dream.

Broken limbs, broken bodies, fresh heads, eyes that were not closed, and the constraints of gravity were lost, and they were floating in front of Gu Shen, as if they could be moved by stretching out their palms.

This is how truly he joins this "nothing story".

And he knows... this is most likely a "nothing story" that really happened, but everything has passed. Just relying on the ancient texts on the rock wall and the spirit left by an unknown translator is not enough to prove anything.

"The storm just blew through."

A familiar female voice sounded in his ears.

Gu Shen was slightly startled.

A figure that was incompatible with the dream was suspended next to her. Mu Wanqiu, who was reading the text with her, also came to the history recorded by "The Traveler".

"Storm..." Gu Shen turned around and asked, "Have you ever experienced a storm?"

"I've experienced it before, but it's not as serious as the one in Gubao." Mu Wanqiu said in a very soft voice: "With the captain here, very few people died, but those who died were miserable...as miserable as them."

Her voice sounded like the autumn wind.

There is a vague desolation, but no strong sadness.

But this is actually the true feeling after experiencing a storm, because in the face of that kind of disaster, death is just a momentary thing, as light and fluttering as the autumn wind blowing fallen leaves.

Gu Shen fell into silence.

The reason why he felt that the scene in front of him was more cruel than the dream was because he had personally experienced the terrifying source storm.

The picture in front of me is the scene after the storm of source material sweeps across and the god of death arrives.

Crying, asking for help, wailing...

More and more people are dying.

The technological level of the ancient humans six hundred years ago was amazing. The ship was caught in a storm, but it was not directly crushed... It is a pity that the ship crashed. Even if there are lucky people alive, they are destined to not find their way home. .

A very lucky few are still alive.

They live in independent cabins and rely on stored food to survive the long years.

There are also some people who decide to "hibernate"...waiting for rescue from their compatriots.

But they don't know.

There will be no rescue.

The main fleet will not look back. The human race moves forward inexorably towards the south. Like burning fireworks, it keeps falling off and peeling off. In the end, only a very small number of the chosen ones can land on the five continents.

Choosing "sleep" at this moment is equivalent to pressing the delayed end button for life.

Their dormant cabins will be buried in dust and go deep underground. Even if they wake up successfully one day, all they will see is 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 [old world], suicide may not be a bad choice.

Those who wanted to survive began to consolidate supplies and decided to rely on the resources of the broken ship to form a new survival team and continue southward.

And this is the origin of the derivative development of the "Traveler" clan.

Humanity has gone through an extremely long history of migration.

In the vast [Old World], 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 engraved in the blood of living things. original genes.

These survivors are like little sparks, gathering together in the darkness, hugging each other and keeping warm.

If they want to live longer, they must "unite".

If they want to go further, they must "evolve."

Fortunately...

God did not leave them with nothing.

Abandoned by the main fleet...not only these homeless people, but also an "unplanned" gospel box fragment.

Although the ancient humans at that time had extremely high technological levels, their exploration of extraordinary abilities was not as comprehensive as it is today.

This group of homeless people elected a leader who was powerful enough and became the master of the fragment of the gospel box...

Under the protection of the "God's Throne".

They began to search for "broken ships" one after another, scavenging as much supplies as possible, and looking for "sleepers".

For those "sleeping people", they will inform them of the situation... There are many people who firmly believe that rescue will arrive and still choose to hibernate. Only a few choose to leave the hibernation cabin and gather with them.

that's all.

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

All they can do is survive and reproduce as much as possible...

In this wasteland.

And all they can rely on.

Only the fragment of the gospel box.

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

The two watched this shocking evolutionary history in silence.

The leader in charge of the fragments of the gospel box selflessly gave the power of God to every follower, every old human who wanted to live... He regarded everyone as his [apostle], and in this way There is only one consequence.

That is, his power was sucked dry by the huge group.

But the fragment of the gospel box showed a "miracle"...

The travelers living in the darkness gradually developed vertical pupils, wings, and slender limbs. They could move freely under high gravity and breathe at will in the air filled with essence. Their lungs would Automatically filter those harmful gases... But because the oxygen content in the [Old World] is too low, their lungs have evolved to be better than those of loggerhead turtles. One breath can last for more than ten hours, and they only need two breaths throughout the day. three times.

But it is a pity that there is no clear concept of time in the [Old World].

Day and night are reversed, extreme day and extreme night, which is an unpredictable natural phenomenon in a world where order has collapsed.

Therefore, they can survive the extremely hot days without sleeping for a long time, or they can hibernate for a long time and endure the sudden cold winter.

In the years of fighting against the "collapse of order", the travelers relied on this "gospel box fragment" to achieve an incredible leap in life level in just a few decades.

But even so, it's still not enough.

Too many people died in the [Old World] because of the bad influence of the essence of the void. No matter how they combined, it was difficult to give birth to a child... Even if they tried their best to protect the pregnant "mother" and the child in their belly It’s still hard to survive.

In such a disaster, a baby born successfully may be luckier than those who arrived at the oasis.

They were born and grew up under meticulous care.

There is an infusion of fresh blood.

Only this ethnic group on the verge of fragmentation can survive.

Only when a new leader is born can the travelers take up the banner and fight against the fate of genocide in this broken world.

There are fewer and fewer of them...

The journey is getting longer and longer.

And finally, their journey reached its end.

The end of the screen——

It was deep in the [Old World], in a dark snow-capped mountain whose specific address could not be traced. A tall figure in black robe stood in front of the snow-capped mountain, with a pale and dark flame burning between his eyebrows.

Hades.

On the top of the dark snowy mountain, the leader holding the fragment of the gospel box spread out his gray wings, suspended in the air, and looked at Pluto.

The traveler wrote this in the rock wall corridor record.

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

"That man promised to open the [door] for us to return to our hometown."

"But the premise is that we must build a palace for him, cut his wings, bless the gospel box in his blood, and weave it into a robe... This is an unfair deal, but we have no choice."

“Everything—to come back.”

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(PS: The plot is really important recently, but I can only write so much while ensuring the quality. I have 9,500 words today, so I have no choice but to stop here. I will continue to stay up late and write some, but tonight There will be no more updates. I will try to publish another big chapter at noon tomorrow.)