Chapter 543: Hanging upside down on the honeysuckle tree, getting the memory of the silver-white anc
Jiang Yi took off his outer fur cloak.
"Yandora, can I ask you to help protect the law? Don't let anyone disturb us." He said.
Yandora patted her chest and said, "Don't worry! Yandora will protect you."
"Thank you!" Jiang Yi took out a vine, turned over, his feet touched the branches of the honeysuckle tree, his back leaned against the silver-gray trunk, and his head was close to the roots on the ground.
The vines wrapped around his body, securing him and hanging him upside down.
Looking down, there is an endless cold sky.
Looking up, there are snow-capped mountains and a crimson light shining above the head. It is the crystallization of the roots of the honeysuckle tree.
With this body he imitated the "first wise man" and hung upside down on a tree.
Jiang Yi made seals with his hands. He didn't know the real ritual, but he had his own way.
"Tracing back the earth veins, reading the growth rings."
"The silver-white young son grafts the elder's holy remains here, peeking into the ancient times."
“Let the rich history flow into the palace of wisdom.”
"What you see, I see."
"What you hear, I hear."
"A dream of a thousand years..."
"Dream."
With fingers placed on the center of the eyebrows, alchemical rituals, immortal techniques, innate magical powers...all were activated.
Jiang Yi's breath blended with the "Honeysuckle Tree", as if he had become a part of this new tree.
The roots of the "Honeysuckle Tree" have been grafted onto the corpse of the ancient tree, gained the memory of the ancient tree, and resurrected the ancient tree. So at this moment, Jiang Yi is the second branch of the "Silver Ancient Tree" of the past.
Its presence gradually weakened, and finally, people passing by would ignore it, thinking it was just a branch on the tree.
History begins to go back.
Starting from the outer growth rings, write backwards from this moment to the past to record the legend.
Information surged from the depths of the earth of the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain, flowed into the 'Honeysuckle Tree', flowed along the branches into Jiang Yi's ankles, and flowed from his feet into his hanging brain.
That is infusion, that is inheritance.
Blank books appeared in Jiang Yi's memory palace. When one book was opened, words and pictures began to fall on the last page and in the last corner, writing forward.
The first picture is undoubtedly the snow-capped mountains at this moment.
The Frost Nail hangs high, dragon bones cover the ground, crimson flows in the earth veins, a terrifying heart beats, the sound of self-regulatory organs comes from the abandoned old city, panicked adventurers stumble, the Fatui fiddle with strange machines, and the sketching boy and the adventurous girl walk on the cliff...
What we see before us is history played in reverse.
The vitality and power of the honeysuckle tree began to weaken, and the "scarlet chalcedony" once worshipped by the blonde girl returned to various places in the snow-capped mountains.
The nails of winter weather slowly fell, the life of the honeysuckle tree was almost inaudible, and the ancient ice froze it again.
Everything seems to have fallen silent, and at this moment there seems to be nothing worth remembering for this "new branch of the old tree".
No! Indignation, injustice, resentment... stir the soul.
The snow-capped mountains buried sins, and as time went by, the intrigues and pursuits among the old nobles of Mond became an insignificant corner in the wind and snow.
The dragon blood in the earth veins gathered together, the dragon skeleton revived, and the black dragon rose.
The six-winged wind dragon and the pale poet are on the snow-capped mountains, summoning thousands of winds.
The earth-shattering fight was like the end of the world.
Keep turning the pages.
The wind dragon and the poet did not come, and the magic dragon that flew to the snow mountain did not arrive either.
The ancient tree became even more silent without the nourishment of dragon blood.
Dilapidated and weathered.
Jiang Yi was lost in the years, and the false time seemed to leave traces of Tao in his soul.
……
In reality, an adventurer passed by, and Yandora hid behind a tree stump, on guard.
The adventurer left, and some Fatui passed by, so Yandora remained on guard.
The sound of the roaring earth suddenly sounded, heavy footsteps caused the stones and ice to fall to the ground, and the snow collapsed due to the vibration.
The "Hill Frost Armor King", who was two stories tall, had frost-white hair, a dark blue body, and was wearing frost armor, sat down in a valley near the "Honeysuckle Tree".
It looked at the tree in confusion. The huge ice element energy that it had felt before was gone.
Yandora: "..."
"Ice element is the biggest enemy that restrains water."
"Don't be afraid, Yandora, but don't let that big guy come over."
The "Hill Frost Armor King" hid near the road. When the adventurers passing by saw him, they were so scared that they ran out of the snow mountain rolling and crawling.
……
The wind and snow on the snow-capped mountains sometimes make the distinction between sunny days and nights unclear.
There are countless ancient books with bark covers in Jiang Yi's memory palace.
History is still moving backwards.
The warrior from a foreign land ended his futile journey, and in the echo of the empty sky, he put down the ice-blue sword made of star silver that could cut through the wind and snow.
The warrior from a foreign land had just set out when the priest's daughter handed the great sword to him.
Ice and snow buried hope, and the people of the ancient country saved themselves.
The girl inserted a complete branch and grafted it onto the ancient tree.
"boom!"
Even if it's just a memory, one can feel the terrifying power coming from history.
How long ago was that?
Countless broken branches of ancient trees flow backwards in time, and a silver-white tree that penetrates the earth and makes people feel that it will never wither covers the sky and the field.
The ice and snow melted, everything came back to life, the earth turned green, and the emerald green covered the vision.
The declining and perished civilization returned to its heyday, and beautiful hopes sang with the birds.
A "nail" that will freeze the world and shatter the country is hanging in the air.
In history, it fell from the blue sky and nailed into the top of the mountain, destroying the entire ancient country. The warm climate changed into eternal cold, and the people struggled to survive.
The aftermath of the fall destroyed the silvery-white ancient trees, and the vigorous vitality was also extinguished at this moment.
At this moment, Jiang Yi felt despair and pain. His written memories paused and his mind went blank, as if he and the ancient tree were facing the destruction falling from the sky.
Irresistible, irresistible.
Even God has no right to save it.
Jiang Yi was awake in history. The injustice, the confusion, and the resentment of suffering a catastrophic disaster for an unknown crime were transmitted along with the ancient tree.
A prosperous civilization and a protected country were gone in one day.
The record of this scene was clearly only a moment, but it was so heavy that it turned into a page of paper like a mountain of books in the memory palace.
I am a scholar of history, and the memories I outline turn into false time.
“Magic power – the mind’s vision becomes the long river of history.”
The first gift of the ancient tree turned into seeds.
Ancient memories are engraved on Jiang Yi's body like the rings of time and the history books of the years.
The past is still following, the ancient country has not yet been destroyed, before prosperity there is development, before development there is birth.
The lush and green blessed land shelters travelers who come here from the wind and snow.
Jiang Yi continued to chase the deepest growth rings of the ancient tree.
The even older sacrificial sites and abandoned cities buried deep underground, the priests wearing white branches, and the era that was who knows how long ago...
He went all the way back to the birthplace of the ancient silver-white tree.
