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Chapter 95: [94] The Returnee from Another World, the World is Bigger Than I Imagined

Within a relatively short period of time, news about Simen Qing spread like wildfire.

After all, each element of the story, such as the chicken head, the three people, the toilet head, and the eerie occurrences, all had tremendous topic value. Who could resist discussing it?

During lunchtime, Cheng Han and a group of rookies were eating in the cafeteria when they heard the buzzing rumors.

"Simen Qing was taken away by the General Administration last night."

"What do you mean taken away? He was directly detained!"

"Even without the severed head, the incident at Xuelou has been exposed. Simen Qing is definitely finished this time."

"His name has been removed from the employee notice board, and his locker has been taken away. Simen Qing will never make a comeback."

Cheng Han showed a deeply surprised expression and sighed, "I really didn't expect that Simen Qing, who appeared to be loyal and honest, would be such a person behind the scenes."

After thinking for a moment, he lamented, "Truly, one can know someone's appearance but not their heart."

This proverb from a past life received agreement from the other students.

"That's true!"

"The class monitor's words are very philosophical."

Cheng Han was not at all surprised by Simen Qing's fate.

Although there were many internal problems within the official system and plenty of dirt and grime, face still had to be maintained. A patrol leader who acted as a chicken head in secret would definitely face severe punishment.

Imprisonment and hard labor were certain.

The starting price was ten years, with a maximum of twenty years.

In any case, this life was considered settled.

In the afternoon, Sergeant Liu Yidao couldn't bear the various rumors any longer and decided to hold a general meeting.

"Whether Simen Qing was involved in the warehouse bloodbath or framed by someone, the official conclusion will be announced later. Everyone, please focus on your work and stop spreading rumors."

He became increasingly angry as he spoke, "I even heard someone making up stories, saying that Simen Qing squatted on the toilet and pulled out a head. Is that something a person would say?"

Liu Yidao sternly declared, "Starting today, if I hear anyone spreading rumors about Simen Qing, don't even think about getting your monthly bonus."

Black Mountain Camp.

This place was none other than the famous headquarters of the Black Armor Army.

Black Mountain Camp was located in a large mountain valley, and the main building was a black castle built in the center of a lake within the valley.

It had a rather ordinary name - Black Castle.

At this moment, in the main hall at the highest point of Black Castle, the monster's head was sealed by a transparent crystal and placed on a stone table.

Three black-robed sorcerers were discussing.

"After detecting it with the Spirit Detecting Disk, although this object is tainted with righteous energy, it is definitely not from this world. It comes from an unknown otherworld."

"It seems that the depth of the bloodshed in the warehouse is extraordinary."

"The Qinglin City Inspection Bureau believes that the perpetrator of the bloodshed is likely a follower of a deity called 'Youming'. This person committed a series of murders ten years ago, and the modus operandi is highly similar."

"If the perpetrator is indeed Youming, then this matter is even more astonishing than we imagined. It indicates that this person has entered the otherworld and brought back a strange monster's head."

"I find it difficult to understand why Youming would throw the head into the toilet. Is this just a prank or a way to provoke the Xuan Ge?"

"Regardless, Youming most likely has control over the portal to and from the otherworld, and if he is capable of traveling back and forth, he must possess great power!"

"Your words make sense!"

"We must be on guard against this person!"

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Cheng Han was unaware that the newly created character 'Youming', which he came up with on a whim, was already considered an extraordinary powerhouse who had returned from the otherworld.

At this moment.

He was in his single-room dormitory, studying an ancient item he had bought from Zhang Dashan - the Xuyue Key.

He had possessed this item for several days and had conducted several deductions, but the information he obtained was not substantial, and valuable information was scarce.

If it weren't for the All-Knowing Eye clearly indicating that the Xuyue Key concealed a tremendous secret, he would have doubted that it was useless.

Cheng Han played with the bronze ring and fell into contemplation.

"The extraordinary power sealing the Xuyue Key is likely of a very high level, and the level of the All-Knowing Eye is not high, so its effectiveness is limited.

"Do I need to upgrade my skills to level 5 or even 6 to decipher the answer? That means I'll have to wait for some time.

"Right, there is another way, which is to find other 'connections' and combine them with the Xuyue Key itself. Perhaps then I can successfully decipher the result.

"It's like the search engines in my past life. Only by inputting more keywords can you find accurate results from the endless ocean of information..."

After a long time.

Cheng Han gradually had an idea: "I may have fallen into some kind of misconception."

"When the All-Knowing Eye activated automatically before, it provided some information. The Xuyue Key has a history of twenty thousand years, and at that time, Wan Hao Sheng Rong had already appeared.

"Is it possible that the mysterious extraordinary power hidden within the Xuyue Key quietly influenced the deductions of the All-Knowing Eye, resulting in inaccurate results?

"The history of this thing may be longer than twenty thousand years, perhaps even dating back to the 'Middle Ancient Era' before the birth of Sheng Rong?"

Cheng Han lightly tossed the ring: "It's not impossible!"

He thought for a moment and decided to verify it indirectly: "Deduce who was in charge of the Xuyue Key ten thousand years ago."

In the previous deductions, he had only directly analyzed and had never deduced in this aspect.

In the blink of an eye.

A vague illusion flashed before him:

The Xuyue Key was enshrined on a wooden table, surrounded by flowers, nuts, and seeds arranged in a strange shape.

An old man weathered by the wind and frost held a candle and prayed devoutly: "We will eventually return to the land of our ancestors and restore the glory of the ancestral era..."

This person's appearance was somewhat different from the present.

His hair had a distinct golden color; his skin appeared slightly fairer; his pupils had a dark green hue; his nose had a noticeable hook shape;

Especially the hooked nose, none of the residents in Qinglin City had this feature.

After a moment.

The illusion dissipates.

If it were someone else, they would only find the old man's appearance strange.

Cheng Han, however, recognizes him at a glance: "This old man is a Sartan! My train of thought was correct. The key to the Ruins does indeed originate from the Sartan tribe, and its history definitely spans over twenty thousand years.

"It seems that Zhang Tie's ancestors were most likely Sartans. They just intermixed with other races too much later on, which resulted in their current appearance."

He recalls a detail: "The wooden table is adorned with 'flowers, nuts, and seeds.' This must be some kind of ritual. I'll visit Qian Qingqing's elders tomorrow and ask them about it."

Cheng Han continues his deduction: "Deducing the keepers from twenty thousand years ago."

The illusion flashes.

But it becomes even more blurry.

However, it can still be discerned that the appearance of the keeper has changed even more.

This is a robust middle-aged man with light yellow hair, emerald green pupils, even fairer skin, a noticeably large nose, and more prominent hawk-like features.

Compared to the current black-haired, black-eyed, and yellow-skinned people, this is undoubtedly another race.

This person is muttering similar prayers, but with a more fanatical expression: "The land of our great ancestors..."

After a moment.

The illusion dissipates like smoke.

Cheng Han broadens his horizons once again: "This is most likely the standard appearance of the Sartan people."

He immediately notices something: "It has only been ten thousand years, and there has been such a significant change in appearance. Isn't this a bit too fast?"

In his previous life, Cheng Han had a basic understanding of human evolution. The speed of genetic mutation has its limits, and ten thousand years of evolution would not result in such obvious changes.

He has a hunch that there must be a problem in all of this!

And at this point.

An answer starts to form in Cheng Han's mind: "The so-called 'land of our ancestors' must be closely related to the Ruins Key, and the land of our ancestors..."

He instinctively recalls the ancient continent he saw when analyzing the God's Gloomy Annihilation Spear: "The God's Banyan Tree cannot be the land of the Sartan ancestors. That huge continent submerged in history is undoubtedly the land of our ancestors."

After a meticulous deduction.

The connection is finally found!

That is—the blood of the divine gods!

This divine being, who was suppressed by the three major divine gods, was active in ancient times and had a clear memory of the ancient continent. Naturally, it is the best link.

Cheng Han activates the residual imprint of the spirit and sends out a message.

Soon.

Using the Long Feather Falcon as a springboard, he gains a connection to the blood of the divine gods.

Cheng Han tightens his grip on the ring and resolutely recites: "Using the blood of the divine gods as a connection, decipher the secrets of the Ruins Key."

A chill surges like a tide.

His scalp feels as if it is soaked in ice water.

His mental value instantly drops by 8 points.

Success!

The blood of the divine gods truly cures all ailments... no, it can solve all problems.

The illusion slowly emerges:

It is another aerial view.

Below is a vast land, covered with various large dark traces, as if it had experienced an extremely fierce war.

"Boom!"

Only a deafening sound is heard.

The land begins to crumble, and terrifying ravines quickly crawl across the earth.

This scene has an extremely strong visual impact.

The heavens and the earth are torn apart, nothing more!

Then.

The screen goes black for a moment.

And then reappears.

In the boundless void, a broken piece of land floats quietly, and a black cloud rushes towards it, completely enveloping the land.

The camera flashes again.

The black cloud disappears.

The fragments of land are nowhere to be seen.

Then.

The illusion fades away.

A prompt message flashes: "Proficiency +366, current proficiency is 1976/3000, mental value is 21.4/34.4."

Due to the involvement of ancient secrets in the analysis, the proficiency gained is particularly high.

Cheng Han is shocked: "This is definitely the complete defeat of the three major divine gods or the Sartan tribe. It is the moment when the ancient continent meets its final destruction.

"I originally thought that after the destruction of the ancient continent, the God's Banyan Tree grew so huge by using it as nourishment.

"It seems that my speculation was not accurate. The three major divine gods most likely personally took action to preserve a part of the land and transferred it to another space."

He looks at the Ruins Key and comes to a conclusion: "Therefore, the Ruins Key is most likely a kind of voucher to enter the remnants of the ancient land."

Cheng Han sighs lightly: "As I thought, the Sartan people are the original inhabitants of this world, and the God's Banyan Tree is actually an invader. No wonder the top experts deliberately concealed history."

He naturally thinks of another new question: "So, where do we, or rather, our ancestors come from?"

This is a logical deduction.

Since they are invaders, they must have had their own territory before.

Cheng Han's expression changes: "This world is already big enough, but it turns out to be even bigger than I imagined!"

He can't help but mutter to himself: "Do I know too much?"

The general outline of the worldview has already emerged.

(End of this chapter)