Yuanshin: Fishing for six thousand years, the diary was exposed

Ying raised her head and looked up at the pale tree.

This tree grows directly from the thick rock formation, rippling with lush life.

“The Earth Vein Tree…” muttered Ying.

“The veins of the earth are the conceptual networks that connect everything in this world.” Albedo said softly.

“In the depths of the earth, there is an upside-down giant tree that runs through the whole world, and its branches pierce the ground and become such a pale tree.”

“The silver-white ancient tree in the depths of the ruins is also such a thing.”

After listening to Albedo’s words, Ying and Paimon seemed to understand something.

Albedo shook his head and smiled: “Compared to this academic knowledge, perhaps ancient history can arouse your interest more.” ”

He pointed to the murals engraved into the surrounding walls.

Several people walked up to the fresco, which seemed to have not been eroded by the years.

The first mural is of mountains, emerald green mountains.

Verdant mountains overgrown with ancient trees stand on a snowstormy field.

Strings of quaint text, written on top of the mural.

Albedo stood in front of the mural and whispered for everyone:

[In the years when the kings of winter are still fighting, in the years when tornadoes and the north wind are intertwined, in the years when miracles and breezes have not yet come. 】

Everyone raised their eyebrows slightly.

Although this passage is a bit vague, several people quickly understand the meaning of what it represents.

The mural tells the story of the years when the God of Tricks and the God of Wind had not yet arrived, and the Wolf King of the North Wind and the Lone King of the Tower were still fighting.

The tribesmen fled the ice, snow and strife and arrived in this green paradise. 】

[Under the protection of the silver-white ancient tree, we have settled on the capital here, and the name is “Shar. Fendernier”. It means “between the prosperity of the wind”. 】

[This is the name we use, full of pride and romance. 】

“In the root system of the earth vein, there is a huge elemental force. This power brings the whole world to life. Albedo said.

He paused, and added: “The god of tricks once told me that in the pastoral years when everything still needs to be pointed out, there are no dead ends in every corner of the world, and the sons of the world return to a unified kingdom and enjoy a rich land and life. ”

“Later… The earth vein is broken? Ying immediately understood.

Suppose the world before consisted of fertile countryside, hills, islands and seas.

The world with dead snowy mountains, deserts, dry seas, and fissures should be the result of the earth’s veins being cut off.

“Yes, broken.” Albedo nodded, pointing to the mural on the side.

“Before that, let’s take a look at the ‘pastoral years’ in the mouth of the god of tricks.”

Several people followed Albedo’s steps to the second fresco.

This mural still depicts green mountains and silver-white ancient trees.

It’s just that this time on the top of the mountain, a “person” appeared.

A man with petite wings and a halo on his head, he held a cluster of light and handed it to the people on the ground.

[There were times when the people of the earth listened directly to the revelation from the sky. 】

[There were times when God’s messengers walked among obscurantist people. 】

Ying’s gaze froze slightly, because the words “messenger of God” were smeared off.

Next to these four words, the word “fairy” is marked.

“Fairies?” Ying thought of the petite elves floating in the wilderness.

“In the ancient pastoral years, fairies took the place of the throne of heaven and guided the obscurantic. Albedo said softly.

“It’s just that the years pass, the pastoral years are not there, and the fairies are also punished by the throne of heaven…”

Albedo turned his head and walked towards the third fresco.

Above the mural, the scene depicted is extremely tragic and tragic.

The whole mountain was split in half, the silver-white ancient tree was burned, the green was gone, and the Son of Man wailed.

And what cut it all apart was a nail that fell from heaven.

“…… Have humans also been punished by the throne of heaven? Ying asked, looking at this scene.

“I also wondered if the Son of Man on earth had committed trespassing?”

“Is it human exploration that has angered the throne?”

“Or is the accumulated knowledge of mankind making the throne fearful?”

Albedo said his old doubts in a row.

Then he shook his head again and denied himself.

“But the god of tricks tells me that the throne of heaven loves the Son of Man deeply.”

“It’s like a mother loves a child.”

“When a child touches a dangerous flame, the mother feels fear and anger.”

“The nail?” Ying looked at the nail that caused disaster.

“….. The purpose of the nail is to mend, to extinguish the dangerous flame. ”

“It’s just a nail that has also chiseled through the veins of the earth and destroyed the original ecology.” Albedo said softly.

Ying’s back was slightly cold.

“Did you kill the child so that he didn’t touch the flames?” Ying asked.

“…… No, the throne loves humanity as a whole. Albedo shook his head and said, “The mother is the child itself, not the individual cells in the child’s body.” ”

Ying felt more and more cold

The throne of heaven does not love concrete people, she loves only the abstract concept of human beings.

Is that true, as long as the whole human race is in a state of stability forever, it doesn’t matter how many individuals die?

Ying suddenly understood why Zhou Yun attacked Tianli.

What would happen if such an extreme mother was allowed to go on with a rampage?

Today she will cut off one of the child’s fingers, tomorrow she may cut off the arm, and finally in the name of protection, she will turn the child into a weak human stick…

Zhou Yun was not so much an enemy of Tianli as he stopped her before Tianli went to extremes.

But Ying’s heart still had doubts.

From what hand does the throne of heaven want to protect the Son of Man?

What makes the throne fall into this level of madness?

What exactly is a flame?

“Let’s go see the next mural.” Albedo interrupted his slightly pensive glow and pointed to a third mural not far away.

Ying walked over to the mural and raised her head slightly.

Above the fresco, the people of the snowy mountains lie dormant, trembling, and fearful in the snowstorm.

A gray-haired girl stood in front of them, looking into the distance with hope in her eyes.

Outside the snowy mountains, a man wearing a top hat and a black double-breasted robe was walking towards the snowy mountains.

On the land he walked through, life was restored again.

“！！！ [Trick Demon God. Merlin]”