Since the establishment of the Federation and the implementation of the compulsory education policy, any student with a little ability to think independently will ask the teacher a question.

——Why can’t the surviving people record time in the Darkest Age?

Whenever asked this question, even the most knowledgeable teacher can only hesitate and sigh to express his ignorance.

From the fall of the First Stone until now, mankind has experienced a total of four eras.

"Darkest", "Rebellion", "Glorious War", "Federation".

The Age of Rebellion lasted for 3,200 years. Human beings in this era developed martial arts, gave birth to the Apocalypse, and began to analyze and study the First Stone.

During the Glorious War, which lasted for 2,800 years, the human alliance army counterattacked the old land and regained its lost homeland.

Today is the year 1206 of the Federation. Humanity is extremely powerful and monsters appear in large numbers.

However, there were no paper records of the very beginning of the Dark Ages, and there was no way to trace back the time. Human beings do not know how many years the Dark Ages lasted and what happened.

Today's various textbooks and federal libraries record information about the "technological era" before the fall of the First Stone and the "dark age" at the beginning of the new era. They are just fragmentary information passed down orally by the old people who survived in the first year of the Rebellion.

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This is extremely unreasonable.

It is understandable that there are no documented records. People in that era lived in dire straits. Changing children and eating food was not just talk. There was no peace in hiding in the East. There was no documentation to understand.

But unable to record time? Come on, how could humans who are proud of their IQ not know the importance of "accurately recording time"?

As long as you stand up a bamboo pole in the sun, draw scales around it, or use a small container to make a simple hourglass, you can make a clock accurate to the minute.

In addition, tides, sunsets, moonrises, seasonal changes... Even without technological means, with the knowledge humans possess, it is completely possible to record time accurate to the "month".

However, no matter what modern people think, the ancestors of the Darkest Age still have no systematic time information passed down.

It's unreasonable, but this is the unavoidable fact.

In today's scientific community, "the history of lost eras" is a very important research topic.

To this day, this is still one of the biggest mysteries that cannot be broken. In 1200, at the Commonwealth Scholars Summit, a vice president of the Academy of Sciences once said with emotion:

“We who don’t know the history of our ancestors are ashamed to be called [human beings].”

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The waves are smudged, time and space are intertwined into a gorgeous brilliance, time is like a river flowing backward, almost breaking through the embankment.

Shen Bai felt a strong sense of dizziness. He squatted down and had no time to think about the meaning of the few lines of small words on [Creation Card·Sunday]. He just protected his head with his hands, and the golden flames burned blazingly, trying desperately to strengthen the skin.

strength.

After the dizziness disappeared, Shen Bai stood up and looked at the desert he was in.

It is no different from the barren land of the human world. The yellow sand is mixed with the hard stones, exposed on the ground, rushing out of the horizon. The tenacious plants have reduced their fat and wide leaves, and occasionally there are arthropods with exoskeletons.

It moved gently under the yellow sand, and its body rubbed against the gravel, making a quiet rustling sound.

Shen Bai squinted his eyes and raised his head, staring at the sun in the sky that was releasing light and heat without restraint, and recalled the words on the creation tablet.

The Lost Era...referring to the Darkest Age?

It's useless to think too much. It's better to go explore. Shen Bai estimated the time and direction and walked towards the south.

He has never had the experience of trekking through the desert alone. In fact, Lanhai City is located in the central area of ​​​​the federal geography. There are mountains and water nearby, as well as waterfalls and rivers. However, there is no desert or Gobi. He does not want to have experience. allow.

The yellow sand is endless and the sun is hot.

Such a monotonous environment can easily make people lose their sense of direction and patience. Ordinary people crossing the desert alone will most likely die, but Shen Bai is a B-level apocalypse after all, and a tyrannical bone-burning peak warrior, so he has the confidence. Moreover, the time-travel ability of [Creation Card·Sunday] has a time limit. When the time is up, Shen Bai will be taken back forcibly, so there is no need to worry at all.

However, until the sun set and the moon rose, and unknown desert insects chirped sparsely, Shen Bai did not return to the correct time and space.

This lost era holds too many terrifying secrets, and the power of the Creation Card is just an insignificant drop in the ocean. It has become a luxury to hope to travel through time and space according to the rules.

Shen Bai had no choice but to find a larger gray-brown bush to lean on, close his eyes and take a nap.

The night in the desert was a bit cold. Although Shen Bai's physical fitness was already very close to the Hegemonic Realm, it was late September when he arrived and he was wearing thin short-sleeved clothes, which made him feel a little uncomfortable after a long time.

So Chen Bai transformed into a gopher, used golden flames to strengthen the hardness of his palms, and then dug down. He found a lot of fat little bugs, so he made a small fire, threw all kinds of bugs into it, and roasted them before putting them in. When you put it in your mouth, each bite is crunchy and crunchy.

——There is a "Fundamentals of Wilderness Survival" course in the practical courses for high school students in the Federation. Eating bugs has no psychological burden on Shen Bai at all. Moreover, these cute little guys are rich in protein. As long as you pay attention to the baking temperature, they taste quite good.

When it was getting brighter, Shen Bai casually kicked out the fire and continued walking south.

In the endless yellow sand, night and day appeared alternately. When the sun rose for the thirty-first time, Shen Bai finally saw traces of intelligent creatures.

He stopped and looked at the gray and black scorch marks on the gravel.

This is the residue after burning wood.

There are people ahead... and there will be no less, Shen Bai thought, and set off again.

This time he was more cautious because he used a thin layer of golden flame as an insulating layer when traveling. The more than thirty days of desert journey did not make him very embarrassed. The printed short-sleeves were still bright and bright, without even a trademark. Not the slightest blur.

Shen Bai felt that such an image might be in trouble, so he had an idea and tore his short sleeves into strips, smeared gravel and mud on them, and pretended to be fleeing.

Golden flames ignited under his feet and he ran with all his strength. Two hours later, a long cavalcade appeared in front of him.

Shen Bai went around and reached the path that the cavalry must pass ahead of time. He closed his eyes and lay down.

Amidst the crisp ringing of bells, the cavalry drew closer and closer.

A rustling sound sounded, and Shen Bai noticed that many people were approaching, but he always reminded himself that he was a "refugee" at the moment, humming and making indistinct syllables, without opening his eyes, only paying attention distinguish the surrounding sounds.

"Oh, why did this kid faint on the man-eating sand?"

Huh? It's the federal official dialect? Shen Bai was startled, and then relaxed a little. Since the languages ​​​​are mutually accessible, communication must not be a problem.

"Fifth uncle, hurry up and rescue him. Tsk, tsk, he's a young man in trouble with thin skin and tender flesh. I don't know which family he is?"

"Xiao Ling, don't say anything. You are still young and don't know the horror of this cannibalism..."

"It's okay. Anyway, there are fifth uncle, sixth uncle, eldest uncle, second uncle and..."

"You girl."

As the sound continued to reach his ears, Shen Bai felt a hand helping him up. He carefully burned golden flames under his muscles, removing all his strength and covering up his strong physical fitness.

In a place where Shen Bai couldn't see, "Uncle Five" showed a sense of relaxation in his eyes. He immediately called for someone to come over and carried Shen Bai into a spacious carriage.

This fair and handsome boy is not a strong man. Although it is suspicious to appear here alone, he has no strength, so there is no need to be so vigilant.

Everyone is in trouble sometimes.
Chapter completed!