Early the next morning, Zhang Ming, who had not slept much all night, took the black stone and quickly explored the island.
The frightening thing really happened.
In the mysterious valley, the mushroom forest has expanded a lot.
Fungal creatures grew out one after another on the surrounding coconut trees. Large swaths of palm leaves fell off from high in the sky. The bark turned black and yellow, and a gloomy smell filled the air.
These coconut trees actually have a certain degree of self-purification ability. Even yesterday, they were fine.
But now, the colorful spores slowly extend outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Something big happened..."
Seeing this, Zhang Ming did not dare to neglect. While using his "toxin removal" ability to eliminate possible parasites, he strode towards the cave where the turtles were.
There is obviously an anxious atmosphere here. There are not many turtles. The young and middle-aged turtles may have gone out to hunt for sacrifices. There is only one old white turtle crawling around anxiously.
After seeing Zhang Ming, the old white turtle's expression lit up slightly, and his huge head shook, as if he had found his backbone.
"Do you need more sacrifices? I can help you hunt some big fish." Lao Zhang picked up his ice spear and said hurriedly, "The mushrooms in the valley are overflowing."
"Ah ah ah ah..." The old white turtle shook his head slowly.
The two sides talked laboriously for a long time. Zhang Ming finally understood, but his mood hit rock bottom.
This time... no sacrifice is needed!
Because the two things in the center of the island will soon... decide the winner!
When the balance is about to be broken, it doesn't make much sense to offer sacrifices.
"Ah wu ah wu." The old white turtle opened his mouth, with small tears flashing in his bright eyes.
It means: they should leave, escape from this place where their ancestors have lived for generations, flee to the mysterious area, and face an unknown tomorrow!
You guy, you should quickly pack up and run away.
This island is hopeless!
But Zhang Ming was worried. Although there were many unactivated superpowers in his attribute panel, there was no so-called "underwater breathing".
Because swimming is the instinct of marine life!
They have long adapted to the vast sea, and there is no need to evolve supernatural powers!
There is no "desalination technology".
Are marine life afraid of salt water? Of course not, and they don’t need super powers to desalinate sea water, but he wants it!
He hasn't even built a ship yet!
Where to escape?
Do you want to ride a turtle and cross the vast mysterious area?
Just thinking about it, Shimama suddenly started rolling in the direction of the cave altar.
"Hey, where are you going?" Zhang Ming gritted his teeth and chased after him, with several other turtles crawling behind him.
While scrolling, Shimama read out the mysterious spiritual words and answered Zhang Ming's questions.
A mysterious history like a picture scroll slowly unfolded in his mind...
In that vague and mysterious hallucination, it seemed as if someone with a flaming horn was speaking in my ear.
"Alas, even as powerful as Xuanwu, it will reach the end of its life. If it doesn't break through the bottleneck, it will leave this world."
"Just in case, we want one-tenth of the young adults to take a big ship and leave first!"
"But after leaving their hometown, the power of the Flame Horn people is too limited. Our race is an inconspicuous existence in the sea of demon gods. We only rely on the majestic power of Xuanwu to survive to this day... Compared to more powerful races
, Flame Horn people are not considered outstanding."
This mysterious "spiritual language" is so powerful that it can not only cause hallucinations, but also communicate indiscriminately. Zhang Ming has only mastered a few syllables so far.
The "Human Breathing Technique" was taught through a mirage, but it was actually Shimama's repetition help. He, Lao Zhang, did not have such ability.
In this mysterious illusion, a tall, gorgeously dressed Flaming Horn man was saying something to a young man.
This young man felt sad and was about to leave his hometown, with a look of mourning on his face.
"Your teacher must have taught you these words. The Flaming Horn clan, which is not considered to be innately outstanding, must unite."
The young man nodded.
The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes continued: "If you don't unite, you will die. It is indeed right."
"But this is bullshit again. You have to remember this, unity... comes at a price!"
"The price may be you."
"After you leave the group, don't stand out rashly, and keep a low profile when things happen."
The young man was stunned for a moment and said with some frustration: "Dad, can't you leave with us?"
"No, dad is the great elder, how can you leave so easily at this critical moment! You can only rely on yourself this time."
The two Flaming Horns walked forward and worshiped at an extremely gorgeous altar.
This altar is really majestic and majestic to the extreme. When the sun rises, the sky is filled with purple clouds. Between the rolling clouds and the rolling clouds, the morning glow fills the earth. Under the glow of the glow, the glazed tiles shine with little stars, just like the beauty of the heavenly palace.
Falling into the world.
Then, the sun became brighter and brighter, and the bricks and tiles made of white jade reflected the bright glazed color in the golden foil-like sunlight.
There is no one around, except for a few large stone statues. It seems that ordinary people cannot come to this place to worship. Only the nobles of the royal palace can come here.
However, the statue placed on the altar is not Xuanwu, but a... strange sapling?!
A small sapling that is not too tall, only about one and a half meters tall, yet it gives it a feeling of being upright.
Even in the hallucination, Zhang Ming still felt that it was standing upright. This feeling was really strange, and there was an indescribable feeling.
"It seems that the power level of the little sapling is also very high. It is an incomprehensible magical existence, so it is enshrined here."
However, this sapling was withered, yellow, and full of spots, and it looked like it might collapse at any time.
Before parting, the father of the Yanjiao clan taught the last lesson in a seductive manner.
Wherever there are people, there is politics, government, system, and order; governance, governance, and rule.
When one-tenth of the population leaves, it is equivalent to a new civilization. Naturally, he does not want his descendants to decline.
However, this young Yanjiao man seems to be an Adou who cannot afford it. He has a crying face all the time, his eyes are drooped, and he seems to have no confidence in the future: "Dad... I have become a homeless man, how can we
Survive?"
"How can we find the New World? If we can't find it, won't we be buried in the Sea of Demon Gods?"
The middle-aged man said helplessly: "As long as Xuanwu is successfully promoted to the realm of gods, we will have enough methods to find you again."
The young man asked again: "Xuanwu, can you succeed? I heard the great sage said that in a game with the sky, the chance of success is only 30%; and various sea beasts will take the opportunity to appear and slaughter us."
"Just in case...just in case..."
"Can we really survive?"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, with a hesitant look on his face.
Thirty percent, yes, only 30%.
If it's 50%, that's it...
Thirty percent is really too low.
Looking at his son's panic-stricken face, he suddenly gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Forget it, before you leave, I will give you a treasure, the source of the world!"
The middle-aged Yanjiao man muttered words on the altar, which seemed to be a prayer, some kind of incantation, and seemed to prove his status.
After a while, the almost withered tree gave off a faint light, and a shiny stone like a gem fell from the branch and landed on the altar with a "snap".
This stone is only the size of an eyeball, emitting a mysterious light like the sun, making people feel warm.
Even Zhang Ming in the fantasy world has an inexplicable sense of warmth.
But it was only for a short moment. This ray of light quickly restrained itself and disappeared.
The first time he saw the crystal, Zhang Ming realized that it was extremely precious. From his sixth sense and even from the bottom of his heart, he felt this way... He even felt a sense of security in returning to his hometown.
This kind of preciousness is fundamentally different from ordinary supernatural objects.
The middle-aged man said again: "This piece of the source of the world does not weigh much, so it will not affect Xuanwu's breakthrough..."
"But it is extremely important to you."
"It will protect your ships, reduce the chance of being attacked by monsters, and also make your ships unsinkable."
"Never lose it!"
The young people excitedly took over this source of the world.
"Let's go! Let's go!"
……
This little historical story ends here.
Shimama jumped onto this ancient altar with a click, and trampled a small spore that had grown into fly ash.
After Zhang Ming recovered from the mysterious hallucination of "Spiritual Language", he frowned and rubbed his temples again.
The story about Xuanwu’s death is becoming more and more confusing.
"You mean... it was this missing piece of 'source of the world' that caused Xuanwu's breakthrough to fail? Didn't the Yanjiao man say that it had no impact? Could he be lying... Well, it's not unimaginable, so
Dangerous activities, always have some selfish motives for your own children."
"What is the source of the world? Does it exist in every world? Is there one on the earth? Is it Gaia's consciousness... um, what comes after the death of Gaia's consciousness?"
Shimama scrolled a few times and couldn't answer.
After all, it is just a repeater in history, and thinking is not what it is good at.
Zhang Ming said helplessly: "What happened next? Was the Yanjiao man arrested?"
"The island is about to sink, so stop showing off!"
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(Also explain a few details: the protagonist already knows the information about the mirage and Gaia consciousness. In the later period, when the attributes are high, Zhang Ming can already feel "a wonderful sense of intimacy", so he can know the live broadcast time of Gaia consciousness.
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(The spiritual language in the mirage was repeated by Shimama, not by Lao Zhang or Gaia.)
(That is, the protagonist demonstrates acupuncture guidance in the mirage, and Shimama can complete all the steps by repeating it. During the whole process, the protagonist does not need to have any communication with Gaia.)