Mysterious journey

On the other hand, after the Sun God King, the master of Tianshen Palace, left mysteriously, the nest owners spontaneously gathered together and began to enter the underground in batches.

The underground has been secretly cleaned up by the Ghost Sect, and nothing is left. Both humans and intelligent nest creatures have been completely wiped out by the Ghost Sect with a powerful plague. All the top experts have been killed after the Ghost Sect broke through. He was secretly shot and killed the Council of Elders, the strongest organization in mankind.

It can be said that the underground is completely empty. Under the leadership of the Lord of the Heavenly God Palace, the master of the nest has avoided the competition with humans on the ground for resources and instead went to open up wasteland underground, forming a truly independent and powerful force.

All that is left on the ground are some mutated beasts and low-level monsters with no intelligence. These are garbage pig-like existences that even the masters of the lair look down upon.

Time passed little by little. The consequences of the gate of heaven being pulled out finally appeared.

Whether it is a totem master or a mutated monster, the power of all totems and the light of totems begin to decline rapidly. The speed of strength decay is like a pool with the stopper removed, forming a huge whirlpool and madly leaking out all the extraordinary power.

The battle at the Gate of Heaven was named the Battle of Heaven by historians from various countries. Harpers and poets and literati compiled this battle into poems, recited and sang about it. Countless songs and prose were published because of it. For a time, the entire post-war period A brilliant and inexplicable literary revolution broke out.

Corresponding opera drama novels emerged at the historic moment.

The three peak heroes who participated in the war never appeared again, so people continued to beautify the myth and became the strongest symbols on the earth.

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Time flies, and the years fly by.

In the blink of an eye, more than fifty years have passed.

The ruins of the original Rock City were already covered with green grass and flowers. The broken walls were covered with fine moss.

Some tourists who come to pay homage to the history linger here, and a chain of hotels has formed in the surrounding area.

Due to the aftermath of that battle, Rock City was surrounded by cracks and faults of varying sizes, making it no longer suitable for rebuilding the city. Instead, because a large number of tourists came to pay homage to the remnants of the war, a large tourist town called Panshi City was built in the open space outside the city.

There is a white square in the city, with a Monument to National Heroes built in the center. It is used to commemorate the great deeds of the three king-level powerful men who were almost mythical, as well as the countless innocent people and totem masters who sacrificed their lives in this war.

The afternoon sun turned the entire square into a hazy glow.

Beside a circle of white flower beds, a mustached tour guide was vividly introducing the deeds of this place more than fifty years ago to the tourists behind him.

"Our peace and stability today are actually largely due to the legacy of the original War in Heaven. Three great monarchs, the Sun God King, the Evil God King, and the Arctic King, are here to fight for their respective ideas and Ideal, for the thousands of people and subordinates behind him, chose to fight to the death to prevent the Ghost Sect from destroying the world. That battle was earth-shattering, and even the thousand-year-old ancient city of Rock King City trembled in fear under their shadow, the sky was wailed, and the earth was covered with scars , the terrifying power swept through the space like a myth. According to the memory of one of the original survivors, the situation at that time was simply..."

"Who can believe it, haha?" Someone in the crowd of tourists chuckled. The word "haha" has great destructive power for tour guides. This contains deep questioning, ridicule, and unrebuttal suspicion.

"This is the age of science and technology, totem? Can that kind of pseudoscience reach this level?" someone asked.

"It's probably because the heroes inside have been deified. I've also practiced a few activation methods for the totem, but none of them have any effect. They are all used to strengthen the body. However, the secret weapons left behind are very good, and the fighting skills are very practical. .”

"Really? I just discovered that I went to the city to learn secret martial arts from a teacher some time ago. It is said to be a secret skill passed down from family, and it is indeed very practical."

"What does secret martial arts look like in real life? I only knew about it by reading novels before."

A group of tourists were minding their own business and had a lively exchange focusing on other topics.

The tour guide in front of him shook his head speechlessly. This was not the first group he had encountered. Disbelief in the War of Heaven has become the consensus among tourists visiting Panshi City in recent years.

Tourists who were originally half-convinced immediately turned from half-believing to complete disbelief after actually seeing it on the spot.

There is no other reason, just because the traces left here are too terrifying.

The Rock Capital was once a huge defensive city with a population of nearly one million, and it also had powerful defensive armaments. If it were said that the battle of just a few people could cause such a horrific scene, no one would believe such a story.

totem? Totem master?

Even if that kind of thing really existed in history, would it be able to withstand today's increasingly terrifying firearms, bombs, and artillery fire? It is probably also a legacy product that has been directly eliminated by increasingly powerful technology.

None of the tourists believed that such a terrifying battlefield could be caused by just a few people. Everyone always believed that it was a tragic battlefield caused by countless bombs and artillery fire. It was undeniable that the three king-level great men definitely played a decisive role in it. role, but the troops and subordinates under their command are the real heroes who should be respected more.

In particular, in recent years, the continuous exposure of the miserable living conditions of the descendants of heroes and martyrs has aroused reflection in various countries to a large extent.

The tour guide was deep in thought while taking the tourists to visit some ruins in Panshi City step by step. Nowadays, tourists from dozens of countries, large and small, in Dongzhou come here to admire the great historical achievements. Local residents like him, who have lived in the city since childhood, can easily support their families as a tour guide.

"Kedi! Villali and the others are out of school, are you done here?" A middle-aged man shouted loudly in the distance, standing at the door of a bar and waving to him. That was Jack, his poker friend who usually played with him. His son was attending a school in the city with his own son. Today happens to be the weekend, and it's time to pick up my son and go home.

"It's almost ready." the tour guide replied loudly. "Wait for me for a little while!"

"good!"

The tour guide finally took the tourists around the last place arranged for today, and then hurriedly met the middle-aged man.

The sky was already setting and it was a bit late.

"Hey! Little Baker! How are you doing at school?"

"Very good. I can take care of myself." The silver-haired eleven-year-old boy replied seriously like an adult.

The two father and son squeezed out of the crowd of students at the school gate and walked hand in hand towards home.

"Is mom okay?" Little Baker looked like the master of the family. He was carrying a small schoolbag, his skin was milky white, and he asked with his little brows furrowed.

"She has to work overtime today and may have to go home late. The company has another dinner party to plan. But Old Baker and Ms. Sean came over today and said they wanted to see their beloved grandson. I guess Madam is already in the kitchen making your most beloved grandson. These are delicious cookies." The tour guide chuckled.

"Really? Actually, I wanted to say it a long time ago, that cookie is too sweet."

"That's your grandma's love."

"But being too sweet is bad for your teeth. Isn't that what you said?"

"Forehead"

"I think I should learn to refuse politely." Little Baker touched his chin and thought deeply.

The two father and son discussed and quarreled all the way home.

The silver-haired grandpa Baker was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and grandma Ms. Sean was indeed busy in the kitchen. The lady in red, who was still young at heart, rushed out with a smile on her face, picked up little Baker and kissed him.

"Oh, my dear little Jack, I wish you never grew up and were always so lovely."

"Please don't use adjectives like cute to describe your grandson. I think this is an insult to my character." Little Baker, whose full name is Jack Baker, struggled hard.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble." The grandfather sitting on the sofa put down the newspaper and looked at the little guy seriously. "It seems that I haven't exchanged information with you for a long time, and your thinking has gone astray. Sleep with me tonight, and I will correct your recent thinking and style."

"Do you want to use your past experience? Great! There is another good story!" Little Baker threw his schoolbag and cheered loudly.

"Those are not stories!" Grandpa said with a serious face.

"Yes, that is a real experience. It is your precious experience and contains countless life wisdom!" Little Baker quickly agreed.

"Speaking of it, Dad, the things you tell the little guy every time feel so real," the tour guide asked in a low voice from the side.

"That's your father's and mine's personal experience! At that time, artillery and missiles had not yet been developed, and the totem masters were the most powerful group. Didn't you introduce the Battle of Heaven repeatedly every day? This kind of childish question is still Come and ask me?" The old man's face darkened.

"Okay, okay, Shiyan, you always get so excited when you mention these things. These are old almanacs and old things. Say less and watch your heart." Ms. Siembelina advised with a smile. .

"Remember what you said when you proposed to me? You were so overwhelmed by my strong and majestic appearance." When Baker Shiyan saw his wife's increasingly gentle smile, he suddenly felt weak and his voice became lower and lower.

"It seems that I have given too much pocket money recently...hehe" Bai Lina looked gentle and kind.

"Fearless!" Little Baker suddenly shouted from the side.

"Yes! Fearless!!" The grandfather and grandson quickly ran away.

Shiyan pulled his grandson around, but his mind vaguely returned to the war-torn days.

No one knows better than him that the War of Three Kings in Heaven actually exists in history.

Although the aftermath of Heaven's Gate resulted in the near extinction of totem masters, the existence of the Totem Power and Totem Light is no longer visible in the world. But only old people who have experienced that era will truly understand that that almost mythical era really existed.

With the decline of totem power, the powerful five-type power he was once proud of now only has the ordinary totem power of a type-1 totem master, which can only be used to release some small magic spells.

Moreover, people without the power of totems can no longer see the existence of magic tricks at all.

Shi Yan had a feeling that the Gate of Heaven seemed to be a living creature. After it understood the powerful threat posed by the power of the totem, it began to consciously change the world and let this power gradually die out.

"I wonder how those old friends are doing now." Involuntarily, he recalled the past events.

"Grandpa, show me a new trick quickly, quickly!" Little Baker shouted mysteriously from the side.

The world has finally been changed.