As a supply point for the Northern Expedition, the military headquarters built a giant fortress on the ruins of Mingguang City.
A large amount of materials and people come in and out of this fortress every day.
However, with the victory of the Northern Expedition, the importance of this fortress plummeted. The military fortress that was originally overcrowded now seems deserted.
The southwest exit of the fortress.
A car was parked on the side of the road, and people were loading luggage and goods into the car.
"Be careful! It contains red dragon demon pill. Once exposed to the air, there is a danger of explosion."
An old professor was giving instructions. He saw a young man not far away looking around, so he waved to him, "Xiao Wang, come here and help me put my suitcase."
"Okay!" Wang Hongbo ran over happily, took the suitcase from the old professor's hand, stuffed it into the trunk, rubbed his hands, and said if he had nothing to say, "Professor Dong, are you leaving?"
Dong Xuemin hummed and directly exposed the kid's thoughts, "Looking for Zhao Jing again?"
Wang Hongbo's face turned red, but he had been fishing at the beach all year round, so he was tanned and his blush was not visible. He scratched his head and asked, "Why haven't you seen her?"
"The excavation work on the ancient tribal ruins in the eastern suburbs has not been completed yet. She is expected to stay here for a month." Dong Xuemin smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Zhao Jing is a good girl, you can
Treat her well."
"I haven't even finished my horoscope yet." Wang Hongbo grinned, "Then I won't delay you any longer."
He waved, got on his motorcycle, and soon arrived at the tombs in the eastern suburbs.
Several students and researchers from the Department of Archeology were squatting in an ancient tomb pit, using small brushes and shovels to excavate ancient cultural relics.
"Your black guy is here again." The female classmate next to her poked Zhao Jing's waist with her elbow.
Zhao Jing looked up and saw Wang Hongbo standing by the pit with a cup of fruit tea and smiling at her.
"Don't come down." Zhao Jing said, walked up from the aisle next to her, took off her gloves, "Are you leaving?"
Wang Hongbo nodded, "The fleet will set off back to the South China Sea tomorrow."
He felt a little depressed, so he changed the subject and said, "Do you want to dig your grave as a history student?"
"This is called archaeological excavation," Zhao Jingmei glared at him, "Many times, the history in cultural relics is more accurate and clear than what is recorded in books, such as this tomb group."
She took out her phone and pulled out a photo, "This is a tortoise shell that was discovered a few days ago. It has hieroglyphs from ancient times engraved on it."
"The word is pronounced 'owl', and is now understood to be the ancient people's name for the owl. However, in this tribal site, we found some rock paintings."
She dug out several other photos of rock paintings.
Because so much time has passed, these rock paintings are not coherent, but they generally record one thing.
The people in the tribe lived happily until one day, a giant bird descended from the sky, grabbed a child, and flew to the cliff.
Under the leadership of the priest, the tribesmen set up an altar and danced, making extremely exaggerated movements, and soon they were possessed by gods. The priest sprouted wings on his back, flew up the cliff, rescued the child, and fought with the giant bird in the sky.
, and finally drove back the giant bird.
Zhao Jing said, "The tribal era was before the Shang and Zhou dynasties. At that time, people, gods, demons and ghosts coexisted in Kyushu, and order was not established."
"We speculate that the priests of this unknown tribe have mastered the ability to summon gods."
Wang Hongbo was startled, "Dance master?"
Zhao Jing shook her head, "It is completely different from the modern God of Dance. At that time, as long as the tribes developed for a period of time, totems would appear. The gods that the tribes believed in were often related to totems."
Whenever she talks about these professional knowledge, Zhao Jing will enter a state of selflessness.
Seeing her eyes shining, confident and focused, Wang Hongbo was fascinated.
"In ancient tribal times, human power was not necessarily weaker than that of gods."
"Killing gods with mortal bodies also happens from time to time."
Zhao Jing said eloquently, "The source of their power may be hidden in the totems of those tribes."
Just as he was talking, there was a sudden explosion in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a huge altar appeared in the sky.
Li Xiang's majestic voice echoed across heaven and earth.
"I ascended to the top of the Nine Heavens today, officially became the Lord of Heaven, and gave gifts to all nine states!"
Immediately afterwards, purple auspicious clouds gathered, and the rain of spiritual energy poured down.
Zhao Jing finally came to her senses and hurried to the excavation area, "Come and help, these ancient cultural relics must not be exposed to rain!"
But it's too late.
The gurgling rainwater gathered in various excavation pits at the site, submerging many tribal cultural relics that had not yet had time to be excavated.
The archaeologists on site were anxious and anxious, but there was nothing they could do.
The rain came so fast and hard, giving them no time to react.
Zhao Jing looked at the water-repellent bead suspended in mid-air and wondered, "Why did it fail?"
But at this moment, Wang Hongbo's exclamation sounded in his ears.
"There's someone there!"
Zhao Jing looked around and saw a person standing in the excavation pit not far away.
To be more precise, it was a human figure.
He was wielding a cane made of animal bones, his chest was exposed, and his face was covered with colorful paint.
"Is it that priest?!" Zhao Jing's pupils shrank suddenly.
The priest's eyes were full of confusion. He stretched out his left hand, and the raindrops fell on his palm. They did not pass through, but gathered in the palm of his hand.
"Is this... the power of God?" The priest raised his head and looked at the majestic man standing above the sky with his hands behind his back, "Is it the Yandi tribe?"
A pair of huge wings suddenly appeared on the priest's back, and they flew up into the air, throwing the bone staff violently in his hand.
The bone staff roared through the air and flew upward diagonally.
Looking at the bone staff flying towards him, Li Xiang easily held it in his hand. Feeling the strange energy coming from the bone staff, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "It's such an ancient power. It has no spiritual energy and is different from divine power."
He lowered his head and looked at the ancient priest with wings on his back, floating in the air.
Throwing the bone staff had exhausted all his strength. At this time, the figure of the ancient priest was disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Li Xiang ignored him and looked down at the land of Kyushu.
In the deep mountains and forests, in the ruins of cities, and under the rushing rivers, hundreds of ancient tribal ruins were washed away by the rain of spiritual energy, and the souls of the ancient priests were awakened.
It's just that because it was so long ago, these dead soul priests were very weak. After absorbing the rain of spiritual energy, they woke up and soon collapsed and died.
It's like a flashback.
Kyoto City.
Under the gaze of countless people, Zhou Yan put on his long bow and walked out of the Temple of War.
Looking with the technique of Dayan, hundreds of ancient auras appeared in the land of Jiuzhou in the field of vision.
"That was...the era when my ancestors lived."
He took one step forward.
He left the city of Kyoto where he had been in charge for a long time.
