Chapter 1 The Shock

The carvings on the bronze plate brought Zhang Yuanqing a strong shock, causing his mind to explode and his heart to surge.

In the distant ancient times, meteorites from outer space descended upon the earth. The first humans to come into contact with the meteorites gained supernatural powers, thus becoming gods in the eyes of mortals.

This was different from what Zhang Yuanqing had imagined. The ancient gods he envisioned comprehended the mysteries of heaven and earth, created cultivation methods, and controlled the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, gradually becoming great powers in the eyes of ordinary people.

Who would have thought that the strong individuals revered as gods in ancient times were actually a group of lucky ones who obtained meteorite fragments.

This disillusionment also gave rise to a strong sense of vigilance and awe in Zhang Yuanqing. Where did the meteorite rain come from?

After a long silence, he turned his head to look at the beauty beside him, only to see her eyes fixed on the picture, staring blankly in a daze.

Clearly, the content of the picture had also given her a strong shock.

"Palace Master, the content of the painting..." Zhang Yuanqing hesitated for a moment and said, "How credible is it?"

The Zhisha Palace Master said softly:

"If I saw it somewhere else, I would be skeptical, but the things left by Nuwa should not be wrong. Yuanshi, Nuwa's level is higher than you think."

"She possesses the ultimate power of the Musician and Scholar professions and holds the highest position in myths and legends."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded. "It's truly unbelievable..."

"Palace Master, do you think the meteorite rain in the painting could be our origin, the origin of ancient cultivators and Lingjing Xingzhe?" He made a conjecture that would definitely cause ordinary Xingzhe to lose their sanity: "Is the supernatural power on our planet brought by meteorites from outer space?"

The Zhisha Palace Master pondered for a long time and said:

"The content of the painting is more symbolic. What descended on the earth may not be meteorites... I am more curious as to who launched the meteorites."

Extraterrestrial civilization? High-dimensional beings?

To solve this doubt, the two looked at the next bronze plate.

They looked at four in a row. The content on them depicted "gods" leading mortals to resist nature and multiply.

The gods who had obtained supernatural powers taught humans how to use fire, diverted rivers to irrigate crops, and taught mortals how to observe celestial phenomena at night, formulate calendars, and establish solar terms.

They single-handedly brought the hunting civilization to an agricultural one.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly spoke, puzzled, "Strange, why aren't there any evil professions?"

The content in the relief was all harmonious scenes of prosperity and racial reproduction and development.

If the source of the Lingjing Xingzhe was these meteorites, then there should be evil professions.

"It's here..." The Zhisha Palace Master's gaze fell on one of the last two bronze plates.

Zhang Yuanqing hurried over and carefully looked at the content carved in the relief.

Like the first one, a meteorite rain fell from the sky with rolling black clouds, piercing through the earth with raging flames.

The earth cracked open with terrifying gaps, and magma spewed out from the ground. Animals and humans were mutated, turning into tall and hideous monsters. They ravaged the earth and slaughtered living beings.

In the tragic background of corpses littering the field, a radiant woman flew into the sky.

The last picture showed the dark clouds dissipating, the sun shining brightly, and two streams of light falling from the sky.

Zhang Yuanqing sucked in a breath of cold air and quickly interpreted, "This should be the second meteorite rain. Unlike the first one, this one brought destruction and disaster. The meteorites polluted a large number of animals and humans, mutating them into monsters and creating unimaginable disasters."

The Zhisha Palace Master nodded and said, "The power attached to the second meteorite rain should be the evil camp. The first batch of meteorite rain descended, giving birth to the orderly professions, and then the second batch of meteorite rain descended, creating bloodthirsty monsters..."

She pursed her lips, and her voice became low: "Doesn't it seem like someone is using Earth as an experiment?"

If the first batch of meteorites descended and created evil and orderly "gods," that might be an accident.

But this orderly launch of two batches of meteorite rain, first building and then destroying, is a bit of a stretch to call it an accident. It seems more like it was done deliberately.

So the truth about the birth of orderly and evil professions is that someone is experimenting on Earth? This conjecture makes one's spine tingle... Zhang Yuanqing continued to interpret:

"And Nuwa couldn't bear to see the living beings of the world suffer, so she sacrificed herself to resolve this disaster. In myths and legends, the sky collapsed and the earth caved in, and Nuwa refined stones to mend the sky. From then on, the world was at peace, and there were no more world-destroying disasters... Hiss, perhaps she wasn't mending the sky, but solving the experimenters from outside the sky?"

"A very bold guess." The Zhisha Palace Master nodded, as she thought so too.

"From this point of view, Nuwa's position is a bit terrifying. Look, those 'gods' didn't appear in the carvings, only Nuwa. This shows that only she could solve this disaster. Other gods are not qualified. Well, it cannot be ruled out that the carvings left by Nuwa deliberately beautify herself..." Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts became clearer and clearer.

His brain was running at high speed, searching for useful information. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he blurted out:

"Apocalyptic disaster!!"

"I remembered something, Palace Master, the predecessor of the Daoyao organization, the Daoyao Sect, once recorded an apocalyptic disaster. Could it be the one that Nuwa experienced?"

He didn't explain what the Xiaoyao Sect was. The Zhisha Palace Master definitely knew. This woman's understanding of the Xiaoyao organization was definitely far better than his.

"You actually found out about the Xiaoyao Sect." The Zhisha Palace Master smiled as she stared at the content on the bronze stone slab and nodded:

"Based on the existing information, yes."

Zhang Yuanqing said:

"So the war predicted by the Compass of Light is pointing to the enemy as the 'experimenters.' Well, let's temporarily call the guys who launched the meteorites experimenters."

"Combining the content of the paintings, we can interpret the Compass of Light's prediction. A disaster similar to the ancient times will happen again, and the evil forces will destroy the entire world."

"But the Compass of Light says 'Sun, Moon and Stars' return to their places, and the key profession is Night Watcher, not the Musician and Scholar controlled by Nuwa. This is very strange."

The Zhisha Palace Master thought for a while and said:

"Maybe the next one to play the role of savior is a Night Watcher. The Compass of Light saw the future, so it gave a prediction."

Is this why all major organizations are investing in Night Watchers? They want to cultivate a savior? That's not right. It's understandable that the orderly professions are doing this, but why is Shura also investing in Night Watchers? Shouldn't the evil professions be committed to destroying the world...?

Zhang Yuanqing had just solved one mystery when he fell into a new confusion.

In addition, one of his previous guesses could be confirmed as wrong—the Lingjing Xingzhe is the normal state.

After learning about the doomsday records passed down from the Xiaoyao Sect, he guessed that ancient cultivators were not the normal state, but the evolution of survivors after the disaster.

The cultivators before the disaster may have been the same as today's Lingjing Xingzhe.

But now the content of the carvings denies this guess. In Nuwa's era, there was obviously no such thing as the Lingjing.

It can be seen that the Lingjing is really a modern product.

"That's not right..." Zhang Yuanqing suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" The Palace Master cast an inquiring look.

Zhang Yuanqing analyzed:

"Nuwa is not right, and the experimenters are not right... Palace Master, if you were an experimenter, would you release the power that could fight against you?"

"Nuwa is a bit unreasonably strong. As an ancient cultivator who grew up in contact with meteorites, she actually killed the experimenters? Could it be that we guessed wrong, and there were no experimenters at all?"

The Palace Master pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and shook her head:

"Things are definitely not that simple. The two paintings have short contents and cannot record too much information. It's too early to draw conclusions now."

After saying that, the two fell silent, digesting these shocking pieces of information, and then looked at the last bronze plate.

The content carved on it was relatively simple, with two pictures:

One: On a giant bronze tree, there were ten small suns, floating on ten thick branches, like suns hanging on the treetops.

Two: When they left the treetops, they turned into ten three-legged golden crows.

"There really were three-legged golden crows living on the Fusang tree in ancient times." The Zhisha Palace Master looked at it a few times. "Another myth has been verified."

After saying that, she looked at the little pretty boy beside her, seeing him staring blankly at the first painting, his brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"The sun on the treetop looks familiar. I've seen it..." Zhang Yuanqing said in an uncertain tone, "The little sun that the Demon Lord used to restrain the Fallen Holy Grail, it looks very similar to them."

Of course, it just looked similar, and he couldn't be sure if the two were the same.

After all, it was just a carving, without a real aura.

The beautiful eyes under the Zhisha Palace Master's mask moved, and she touched her lips with her fingers, as if thinking, "Nuwa cultivated this bronze sacred tree, seemingly to provide a place for ten golden crows to live. Being so valued by Nuwa, the level of the golden crows must be extremely high. I think it is the little sun you mentioned."

"Nuwa is not simple. She has collected so many terrifying items," Zhang Yuanqing said with emotion.

Flying alone to the sky, resolving the world-destroying disaster, controlling the highest items of the Musician and Scholar professions, and raising ten sun crows in a blessed cave.

No wonder it is said that Nuwa is the only confirmed real person in myths and legends.

In addition, the Demon Lord said that the little sun is the highest level thing in the Night Watcher profession, and the little sun is the golden crow. According to this meaning, collecting ten sun crows is equivalent to controlling the "sun" in the Compass of Light?

Just as Zhang Yuanqing was immersed in his thoughts, he suddenly heard the Zhisha Palace Master exclaim happily, "The bronze sacred tree is the place where the golden crows live. Over the years, it has been roasted by the divine power of the sun, and it must have absorbed their power. Yuanshi, this Palace Master will give you a gift."

With that said, she lifted her skirt and rushed out of the tree cave.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't know what she was going to do and followed closely behind, running out of the cave together.

When he came outside, he saw the Zhisha Palace Master riding the wind, her skirt and hair flying, like Chang'e flying to the moon, flying to the bottommost branch.

Zhang Yuanqing learned from the president and snapped his fingers: "Star Escape."

Turning into dreamlike starlight, he came to the Palace Master's side and said, "What are you going to do?"

Even if the trunk of the bronze sacred tree was roasted by the golden crows and became a material containing the divine power of the sun, they couldn't move this towering tree.

Last time, when he and the high-level members of the Thousand Crane Group explored Takamagahara, Zhang Yuanqing had tried the hardness of the bronze tree, which was indestructible.

He also didn't think that the sacred tree refined by Nuwa to provide a habitat for the golden crows could be destroyed by the Dominator. If the Dominator could do it, the ten sun crows, symbolizing the power of the sun, would have burned down the sacred tree long ago.

In a sense, this sacred tree is definitely a treasure, but they cannot collect and use it at this stage.

"I can make it give birth," the Zhisha Palace Master said playfully.

What?

Zhang Yuanqing's mind was full of question marks.

The Palace Master didn't explain. The red threads in her hand exploded, densely covering the trunk, like an invisible endless red carpet.

The Zhisha Palace Master said:

"Pregnancy is the most core skill of the Siming. As long as I am willing, I can make everything in the world pregnant, and then use the conservation skills to allow the 'child' to be born smoothly."

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"The child will take away part of the mother's power, causing the other party to drop a level. You have encountered the Holy Infant in the Sea of Yueshan. You should have a deep understanding."

"I have a deep understanding and never want to experience it again," Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene that day and still felt lingering fear and abdominal cramps.

She "hmm" said, "I will let the bronze tree give birth to the power of the sun."

As she spoke, Zhang Yuanqing felt the tree trunk under his feet begin to swell, just like his rapidly bulging abdomen.

Immediately afterward, the "red carpet" covering the trunk bulged, emitting a hissing green smoke, and a fist-sized golden flame burned through the red carpet, slowly floating out, suspended in mid-air.

The surrounding temperature rapidly increased, the air was burned and twisted, and waves of suffocating heat rushed toward his face.

Zhang Yuanqing felt his face begin to burn, and his eyebrows and hair quickly became scorched.

The Zhisha Palace Master quickly took out the Demon Refining Pot, opened the lid, and put the golden flame into it.

Then, she used the same method to make ten branches pregnant and give birth, squeezing out the power of the sun contained in the tree, and putting them into the Demon Refining Pot one by one.

"These sun powers are top-quality materials. You can flatteringly offer them to the Three Daoshan Lady, or you can ask her to refine them into props for you. The only problem is that their aura is too overbearing and cannot be kept in nature for a long time. Ordinary props cannot contain them, so they can only be put into the Demon Refining Pot," the Zhisha Palace Master said with a smile, wrapping the Demon Refining Pot with red threads and carrying it on her back.

"I will keep it for you first."

I have a kind of sadness like a middle-aged man who has earned money and had it all kept by his wife... Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart.

But what she said made sense and was undeniable.

He has harvested the true source of life, a replacement clay figure, and ten sun powers. He has made a fortune. When I need these things, I will ask her for them... Zhang Yuanqing thought this way and became happy again.

Next, Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bronze tree cave and used the Little Red Riding Hood to take away the six bronze plates.

Fu Qingyang was still waiting for his news. Although he didn't say it, Zhang Yuanqing could see that the boss was full of curiosity and desire to explore Takamagahara.

The information on the bronze plates was enough to shock Mr. Qian.

"Let's go!"

He couldn't wait to return to China.

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Bao Tang Province, Huadu.

Xiahou Aotian, with a belly full of chicken soup and porridge, said goodbye to Brother Red Chicken and took a taxi to the old city.

According to the route given by Brother Red Chicken, he shuttled through the spider web-like crisscrossing alleys, gradually moving away from the shops and arriving at a secluded alley.

Going deep into the alley for dozens of meters, he saw the small shop with the plaque "Wanbao House" hanging on it.

Xiahou Aotian squinted his eyes and saw the scene inside the shop through the illusion.

——The illusion at the entrance of the shop is only at the extraordinary stage.

When the levels are vastly different, even if he doesn't understand illusion, he can see through the falsehood with his naked eyes.

"This is the place."

Xiahou Aotian took out a thin cicada-wing-like human skin mask, gently covered it on his face, and the loose human skin touched his face, quickly tightened, twisting his facial contours.

Finally, it turned into an ordinary face.

Brother Red Chicken.

"The ordinary Brother Red Chicken will not attract attention wherever he goes. He is a natural supporting character." He touched his face with satisfaction and was about to enter the house when he suddenly thought that Brother Red Chicken had also entered Qin Feng Academy.

So he quickly stroked his face and changed another face.

This time it was Xiahou Tianwen, who died a few months ago.

Dead people are the safest.

Xiahou Aotian was about to enter the store when he felt that although Xiahou Tianwen was dead, he was still a member of the Xiahou family. Wouldn't disguising himself as him be like trying to hide something?

So he rubbed his face hard again to change his appearance.

But as he rubbed, he was stunned. Who should he disguise himself as?

He didn't seem to have any friends.

He usually didn't feel anything, but when you need to disguise yourself as a person with familiar facial contours, you find that you can't remember a few familiar people at all.

Yuanshi Tianzun had been showing his face frequently in front of him recently, but as a member of the spoils-sharing group, he definitely couldn't use his face. For the same reason, the other three were the same.

Just as Xiahou Aotian was racking his brains, a lazy female voice came from the store:

"The friend outside, stop playing monkey tricks. Come in."

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ps: I will update the typos first and then correct them later.