Chapter 3203 The Most Ancient Man
After walking for maybe ten minutes, Soshyan came across the second spiritual bone tablet. Here he saw a Balasonilash standing on a towering mountain peak, and then raised his arms, as if performing some ritual. Immediately afterwards, the mountain shook and the earth shook. Countless rocks and broken ice collapsed and merged, and soon turned into a giant more than a hundred meters tall. When the giant stepped forward, several huge black pyramids suddenly appeared in front of them. A series of dazzling flashes of light hit the rock giant, but it only rubbed off some of the surface. The giant just stamped his feet hard, and a sharp stone cone rose from the ground and instantly penetrated a solid pyramid.
But the soldiers made of cold metal from the earth came in desperate numbers, firing at the towering rock giant with ruthless unified movements.
Advance, fire, advance, fire, some of the soldiers fell during the giant's counterattack, but after a few moments had reassembled themselves and rejoined the devastated ensemble, advance, fire, advance, fire.
Despite its powerful psychic powers, the giant collapsed and became a new mountain.
But behind it, more such huge rock giants are striding forward
Only then did Soshiyang realize that his previous guess was half right. The skull-shaped mountain was indeed the remains of something, but it was not a living creature, but a mecha of the Balasonilash tribe! Or armor!
This shows how powerful their spiritual energy is
Later on, there were fewer and fewer spirit bone monuments. He passed some broken remains, and there were also places where the spirit bone monuments did not exist at all, or the echo of their power was very weak, and he needed to get closer to feel it.
It seems that this world has not always been safe, and it has been attacked before, just who knows how many years ago.
When he can't find the way ahead, Soshyan will follow his own feelings. He knows that he is not alone. He can feel that there is always a line of sight lingering behind him, always wandering out of his sight.
It could be a test or it could be caution, but Soshyan is patient because he has a lot of questions to answer.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Soshyan came to the edge of a cliff. Beyond that was an abyss. You could see the "ocean" formed by the diamond version of the melt flow rolling and roaring, and a huge whirlpool further away. It is turning slowly.
Then, he saw a smooth round stone egg flying in front of him.
When approaching Soshyan, the thing stopped, and then the perfectly smooth surface rotated and opened a hole. Soshyan jumped into it without saying a word.
There was nothing inside this thing, only the smooth and slightly shiny inner wall. He just waited quietly, waiting for it to deliver itself to its destination.
After counting silently for thirty seconds in his mind, a hole opened in the smooth inner wall, and Soshyan strode out.
The air suddenly changed.
Fresh, moist, warm
Soshyan stood on a buzzing stone ring. It was as large as an open city square, surrounded by luminous spheres and gorgeous waterfalls. Above and below were the magnificent void, and all kinds of things appeared. In the complex picture, stars are constantly withering in the void, and stars are constantly bursting out. Everything ends gracefully and in a certain regular way.
Soshyan stepped forward on the floating stone slabs and came to the center of the ring. There was a large lake filled with silver liquid and surrounded by circular paths. There was a shimmering light on the calm water and a huge golden lake printed with complex symbols. The wheel is set in the wall, projecting thousands of stars rippling in the lake water. There are many black platforms at random heights around it, and a group of gray-white Balasonilash people stand on them. Their flat heads cannot show any expressions. They didn't move a muscle when Soshyan came over.
There is a whirlpool in the center of the lake. At the top of the whirlpool is a carved obsidian throne, suspended in mid-air by an invisible force.
Perhaps the owner of this place once sat there, but no matter what happened, it was now empty.
"Welcome, Phoenix of Nirvana."
Several voices with unique rhythms appeared in Soshiyang's mind. He glanced around, not sure which one of them or which ones were talking to him.
"I am not Asuryan, I am Soshyan Alexey, a descendant of Orod."
"Welcome, descendants of the fallen phoenix." "Everyone, I come with questions and hope to get answers."
"We may not be able to answer all your questions."
"Then I'll just pick a few and say briefly, is your settlement here related to Asuryan?"
"Yes, this is the last shelter it has set up for us."
"It's no accident that Orold came here, right?"
"There is an arrangement somewhere."
"Are all the ancient saints really dead?"
"Maybe, but I can't guarantee it."
"What happened in the last moments of the War in Heaven?"
"The heavens boiled, and unimaginable things appeared. They attacked every sanctuary. The guardians tried their best, but the corruption spread."
"Corruption? What do you mean? The Ancient Saints arranged for subspace entities such as Asuryan to guard their sanctuaries, so how could they be easily breached? Isn't there a traitor? As servants of the Ancient Saints, you have no reason to say Don’t know.”
This time the other party did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a long time, and finally a decayed and weak voice came.
"They really don't know, and I never told them the true tragedy of the Ancients."
Before the surging liquid made a thunderous noise, there was already a deep grinding sound from the lake. Then the golden wheels around it began to spin rapidly, water spurted out from the foaming torrent, and twisting shapes could be seen from the torrent. .
Then, there was an additional being, or rather a mummy, on the vacant Obsidian Throne.
Compared to other Barathonilash people, its body has shrunk significantly, almost as big as a human being, its skin is shriveled and gray, its limbs are sunken like a corpse, and there are purple-black ecchymoses. That's it. Curled up on the throne.
Then the surrounding Barathonilash people raised their hands, seeming to pay tribute to the oldest among them.
"It's been a long time. I haven't seen you for a long time, Asuryan. Your plan seems to be very close to being completed."
The frosty voice of the shriveled old man Balasonilash slowly echoed in Soshiyan's ears, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend.
"I am not Asuryan."
Soshyan's attitude remained the same.
"You guess that Asuryan betrayed the Ancient One. In a sense, maybe it was it that took away the guardians, and it was also it that conveyed information to the Star Gods. But all this stems from something more terrifying."