Building a sect from scratch

The group was teleported out in a hurry. Except for Nietzsche, the other players were holding a lot of random things in their hands, including hairpins, jade ornaments, and some strange, unknown gadgets, most of which looked very valuable.

Only Nietzsche was holding a few wooden signs in his hands!

They were called wooden signs, but in fact they were more like "wood chips". The wood was cut into thin slices, then dried and flattened, and many words were carved on them with stones.

These words were not the words of Zhongzhou, nor the language of the flower-growing family. The symbols were simple and the strokes were crude. Instead, they looked a bit like variants of oracle bone script.

These things that were very valuable at first glance were really unremarkable, so no one noticed them, but that didn't mean that everyone didn't know their importance.

The turtle Qichun flattered sincerely: "Captain, you are so awesome! How did you find this thing?"

"I saw it was neatly stacked in the corner, it must be very important, so I found it," Nietzsche looked through the wood chips and replied: "I guess it's a clue to some mission!"

Guan Tangbao stood on tiptoe, poked his head, looked at the wood chip in Nietzsche's hand, frowned: "But it seems that the translation is garbled!"

That's right, although almost all the texts in "Ten Continents" have their own translations in the language of the Flower Clan, they are not word-for-word and 100% accurate. Sometimes there will even be some garbled text. This situation was reported by players as a BUG at the beginning. Later, after the official kept pretending to be dead, it was considered by players to be a mistake with the Chinese language. The design caused by the lack of communication with the continental language is used to emphasize the sense of immersion...

"What a sense of immersion! It's obvious that the official was lazy and didn't design a complete set, and just muddled through!"

In response, the turtle Qichun said confidently: "If he really wanted to create a sense of immersion, he would have simply not translated it, and let us read the text of the other world directly, and then learn the language of the other world! As a result, it's like taking off pants to fart! It's a waste of effort!"

The soup dumpling glared at the turtle Qichun, and his brows knitted tighter: "Don't make a fuss, although there are garbled characters, I feel that I can roughly understand it!"

[...I don't remember how many years it is. I can't control what I think. I don't know if our side is the last place to survive. At least I haven't seen anyone from my sect for a long time. No, it should be said that I haven't seen a living person for a long time...]

[...This is the thirteenth year. Fortunately, I heard that the seniors in the sect sometimes spend more time in seclusion than this. Today, my senior sister said she felt a little dizzy, so we decided to go to the ground to see if those human sacrifices left, and we could settle down there. The aura of Yinglong on those human sacrifices was really unbearable, and I hope they can stay underground...]

[...My senior brother can no longer speak complete sentences. He wrote on the ground with his fingers, asking us to kill him, but, but, that's my senior brother...]

[...I have a guess. If all living animals, including our human race, cannot resist the aura of Yinglong, then what about turning into flowers, plants, and trees? Flowers and trees can also practice cultivation, and when they are more advanced, they can turn into human form. So, if I find a way to give birth to a tree that has successfully practiced cultivation, and then take over its body, can I get rid of the influence of Yinglong? But my senior sister scolded me for being crazy, but I'm not crazy. I keep records every month, so I can't be crazy...]

[...I really shouldn't have participated in this matter. Alas, what choice do we disciples have? When will the elders of the sect find out that something is wrong and come in to save us? I swear I will never curse the elders in secret again...] [...In January of the thirty-first year, Senior Sister said that the sect’s people would not come, because no new human sacrifices had been sent into this small world for a long time, but Yinglong has not been resurrected yet. If there is a lack of human sacrifices, the interruption of the ceremony will backfire on us! What should we do...]

[...If I had not chosen to join the Sword Sect, I should still be here now... No, no, if I had not joined the Sword Sect, I would still be a mortal and would have died by now! Then I should join the Sword Sect! If I had not chosen the formation path, I would have followed everyone to become a sword cultivator and would definitely not have been assigned here...]

[...The forty-ninth year? Or the fifty-ninth year? Who cares! Anyway, I am the only one left. It’s really hateful. I am a genius that is rare in a thousand years. The elders all praised me for having the opportunity to become an immortal, but in the end I was trapped here. I really can’t accept it...]

[...If the Sword Sect finally sends people, but finds that the ceremony to resurrect Yinglong has been interrupted, don’t be angry, haha! I did it! Why do we have to pay such a high price? Are you just sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor? I designed a formation to allow the spiritual energy of the spirit stone vein to maintain the immortality of the human sacrifice and keep Yinglong asleep. In this way, you can either choose to restart the resurrection ceremony, and all the previous hard work will be in vain! Or choose to give up! But I put the core of the formation of the ceremony on Yinglong's body! Haha! You guys go and find a way! Whether you restart the ceremony or destroy it, you have to get it! But who among you can get close to it? No one can resist Yinglong's breath! As long as you get close, you will all be infected! You deserve it! You deserve it! I really hate it...】

[…I succeeded! I took over a tree! I am such a genius! Although I have to strip off a few souls, it doesn’t matter. I have retained three souls and three spirits, and there is no difference from before! It’s just that it’s a bit difficult to record it again. I can only leave my soul and return to my original body to carve words. Damn it, every time I go back, I feel that I am becoming more and more polluted, but if I don’t make a record, I’m afraid I will really forget everything. I am sure that I was not a tree before...]

[…Damn, why is it so troublesome to be a demon cultivator? Why can’t the tree next door understand me? It’s so stupid...]

[…I can move now. I found a river today and barely saw my appearance. Strange, I don’t seem to be a tree. What am I...]

[…I regret it. I should have destroyed the core of the formation. If anyone finds these records, please be sure to completely destroy this small world of the cave. If your cultivation is high enough, please kill me, a tree growing in the center of the world, the tallest one... well, it should be the tallest one...]

There are not many wood chips, and everyone passes them around.

Judging from the contents that can be understood in the wood chips, there should be far more wood chips than these. I don’t know whether it is because Nietzsche did not take all of them, or because the other wood chips were hidden by the protagonist of this "diary", in short, everyone only saw these dozen pieces.

Although there are only a dozen pieces of wood chips, the amount of information on them is not less at all, but no one spoke, and everyone’s expression was a little heavy.

It was not until Nietzsche sighed softly that the silence was broken.

“Alas…” (End of this chapter)