Chapter 13890: Man of the Year
Chapter 13890 Millennium Man
"Moreover, the Dazhen Dynasty is now facing an unprecedented crisis. It needs geniuses and even more heroes. The three of you can definitely play a key role in the Dazhen Dynasty. In the future, the future of the Dazhen Dynasty may be in your hands. You must shoulder this responsibility."
Ling Xiao looked at the three of them, his eyes full of expectations.
After hearing Ling Xiao's words, the three of them were still reluctant, but they also understood his good intentions, so they had to hold back their tears and nodded in agreement.
A few days later, when the first ray of morning light pierced through the thick clouds like a golden sword and sprinkled on the earth, Ling Xiao's figure finally stepped onto the moss-covered stone steps.
The stone steps twist and turn, extending all the way to the top of the mountain, like a road leading to an unknown world.
The moss sparkles in the morning light, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.
Twelve huge bronze pillars stand around the square like ancient giants. The sturdy pillars are as thick as several people can hug together, and they tower into the clouds as if they are about to pierce the sky.
The column is engraved with dense runes. After thousands of years of erosion by wind and rain, these runes still emit mottled golden light, like the mysterious stars twinkling in the night sky. In the reflection of the morning light, they exude an ancient and solemn atmosphere.
Each rune pattern is deeply embedded in the texture of the bronze, as if it were an oath engraved with divine blood, carrying an indescribable sacredness and majesty.
In the morning breeze, the runes vibrated faintly and made a tiny buzzing sound, as if the ancient gods were whispering, or like the sigh of time, telling the thrilling battle and unknown secrets of a thousand years ago.
Ling Xiao was dressed in black, and his figure moved slowly forward along the cold pillar like a ghost.
His footsteps were light and cautious, and the soles of his boots crushed a few yellow fallen leaves. The rustling sound was particularly clear in the empty square, as if it was playing a silent melody.
The sound startled a few crows perched on the top of the pillars. They cawed and flapped their wings to fly towards the gray sky, breaking the deathly silence in the square.
In the center of the square, a huge stone platform stands majestically. On the platform, the twelve ancestors of the Dazhen Dynasty are like weathered sculptures, hanging quietly in the air.
Their bodies have long been dried up by the years, and their skin has turned dark brown, like dry land, with cracks crisscrossing like a dry riverbed. The cracks seem to be scars carved by time, recording their past vicissitudes and sufferings.
The wounds on the clavicle and ankle were still turned outward, revealing the white bones. The bones were flashing coldly in the dim light, but there was no trace of blood. It was as if the posture of death had been solidified thousands of years ago, forever frozen at that moment.
These twelve ancestors were once the most powerful men in the Dazhen Dynasty, guarding the peace and prosperity of the dynasty. But now they have met with such a miserable end, which makes people feel sad.
The strangest thing is that everyone has a chain wrapped around their body that looks like a python. The chain is as black as ink and emits a terrifying aura.
In the center of the chain, a blood-red line was slowly wriggling like a living thing, and every contraction brought out a slight sound of breaking through the air, as if it was devouring the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, or as if it was emitting a silent roar, which made people shudder.
Ling Xiao's eyes swept across this strange scene, and an inexplicable sense of vigilance surged in his heart.
As soon as his fingertips touched the stone pillar, his sea of consciousness was suddenly knocked open by a hoarse voice. The voice seemed to come from a distant hell, with a gloomy and cold voice: "My friend, don't waste your energy. This chain can even bind a strong man in the Great Sun Realm. You are just a junior, and you still want to break this restriction. It's simply overestimating your own abilities."
Ling Xiao's muscles suddenly tensed up, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to explode at any moment.
His eyes swept around like a knife, trying to find the source of the sound.
Finally, his gaze fixed on one of the corpses. Although the face of the corpse had long been blurred, he could vaguely tell from the body shape and clothing that it should be Liu Che, the emperor of the Dazhen Dynasty a thousand years ago!
Liu Che, a once-powerful emperor, led the Dazhen Dynasty to glory, but unfortunately fell in the battle with the sea of demons.
Now, his body is hung here in chains, becoming part of this weird scene.
Ling Xiao looked at the corpse with a complex emotion in his heart, including admiration, regret, and a determination to solve the mystery and avenge the dynasty.
A faint light appeared above his two black hole-like eye sockets.
The dim light was like two soul-guiding lamps swaying in the strong wind, flickering in the darkness. The rhythm of the flickering seemed to be synchronized with some mysterious breathing frequency, and every flicker seemed to be telling the story of a thousand years of endless sorrow and unwillingness.
Ling Xiao's eyes were fixed on the two balls of dim light, his heart filled with shock and confusion.
He couldn't believe his eyes. Such a strange sight appeared in this dead silent square, among the corpses full of the vicissitudes of time.
"Senior, are you still alive?" Ling Xiao's voice was trembling uncontrollably, and his tone was full of disbelief, as if he had discovered the most incredible secret in the world.
In an instant, Ling Xiao's aura suddenly changed, and the bloodthirsty sword spirit was released instantly.
The sword spirit was like an awakened ferocious beast, emitting a sharp and violent aura.
His palm quietly clenched the hilt of the knife, his knuckles turned white due to excessive force, as if he was going to crush the hilt.
He looked around vigilantly, his body tense, ready to deal with any possible danger.
At this moment, Liu Che slowly raised his head. The movement was stiff and weird, and his cervical vertebrae made a crisp sound like a dead branch breaking, which echoed in the silent square and made people shudder.
The words he squeezed out with difficulty carried the smell of a thousand years of decay, as if they came from the netherworld: "He died a thousand years ago, and now only a remnant of his soul remains."
The voice was hoarse and low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, carrying with it endless vicissitudes and loneliness.
Before he finished speaking, a translucent figure slowly floated out of the corpse.
The figure's outline was blurry, as if covered by a veil, but it carried an aura of superiority that could not be ignored.
The dragon pattern on the hem of the clothes was faintly visible, as if it was the last mark of the glory of a thousand years ago left on this remnant soul.
The dragon pattern flickered in the dim light, as if telling of its former glory and power.
"As for you, you have achieved such terrifying strength at such a young age. Although your realm is not high, your strength is probably comparable to that of low-level warriors in Cangyue Realm. You also possess the most precious treasure, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword!" Liu Che's soul gaze was like a torch, staring at Ling Xiao closely, as if he wanted to see through him.
The last half of the sentence was drawn out with an inquiring tone, and there was both curiosity and vigilance in the voice.
