He had this hunch, not because of anything else, but because he had seen her the way she was.

He knew very well that if it was the tomb in the past, he would have already been in a different place by this time, or he would have become a mess of flesh.

But no, from this, he knew: he may not die!

"That's ...... That's the former Acting Overseer!"

Without time to care about the "knife wound" on his leg, the man forcibly suppressed his body's qi, and at the same time, gritted his teeth like this.

"Former Acting Overseer?"

The tomb looked at him with a flash of confusion.

Seeing this, the man said slowly: "Yes."

It's just- you don't know which acting overseer he is, after all, there are so many of these things in a continent......"

He began to mumble quietly, but the tomb was not going to talk to him and waste time.

She pondered alone, and in the process, she seemed to unconsciously ask, "What about you, who are you, and what did you do to be driven to death like this?"

Seeing her ask, the man sneered at himself and said, "Me......

I'm a messenger, and I'm the one who runs around all day long, and keeps giving messages to the eunuchs. ”

"Then why are you being hunted down?"

This time, the tomb asked very tightly.

"Whew-"

The man laughed inexplicably again, and then continued, "Do you remember that you came to this Eastern Far Continent a few months ago?"

Tomb: "A few months ago?"

Man: "yes...... A few months ago.

And since you've been here, everything has started to change uncontrollably, and many things have begun to become entwined one after the other.

Being in such an environment makes people have to tense their nerves all the time and their brains are constantly running.

Because if you don't do this, maybe you will be eliminated next.

And elimination means death.

Unfortunately, I had to be in the middle of it.

There's so much to deal with that I can't even fit the information in my mind about when you've been here......"

The man was still muttering to himself......

The tomb didn't pay attention to this, and he didn't know about it.

In fact, since the man's first words, she has been immersed in her own thoughts.

She was still remembering, because even herself—she had a vague memory of it.

She couldn't remember whether she had ever been to this Eastern Far Continent, and she couldn't remember if she had made such a big fuss here.

Because her memories are full of such products.

Of course, there are all kinds of memories with blood cultivation.

It's just that that's not the point, the focus should be on what's in front of you.

The tomb pondered to herself for a while, but soon she took the initiative to break the deadlock.

Because she knew that it would be difficult for such a contemplative retrospective memory to make no difference.

She said, "I really can't remember, why don't you take me to see it for yourself."

I think if I saw that place, I would be able to tell if I had been there or not.

As for the details of what happened, we'll talk about that on the road.

Hearing this, the man was obviously stunned, and then saw him pondering again.

After a stalemate like this again, I saw him reply: "Yes, but I have to make one thing clear in advance - I will not really accompany you deep into the enemy territory."

It's just that after taking you there, I'll show you the way from afar, and I'll leave directly when I'm done, how about it?"

"Yes. ”

The tomb replied.

Man: "Okay, help me up first." ”

......

In the northern part of the continent, where human society and the natural environment meet, there are few high-rise buildings, and if they are, they are not as magnificent.

The architectural decoration here is very low-key, simple - not simple, elegant and refined.

Between the hills that cling to the edge of the town lies a hill with a unique shape.

It resembles a stick pillar, pointing straight to the sky, and the mountain body is carved into a passageway, circling around the mountain body.

Around it, there are other hills scattered around it.

Although they are not as distinctive as their appearance, when it comes to height, they are inconspicuous.

It's just—

Between it and the town, there was one of the lowest hills in the field.

It may not be appropriate to say that it is low, because it is not too "low", but it just happens that it is just right below the end of the cylindrical mountain.

Not much, not too much, just enough for the flat-topped view of the Cylindrical Hill to look out over the town not far away.

But that's not all.

At the back of this cylindrical mountain is one of the largest mines in the world.

From the perspective of the cylindrical mountain, it is full of chisel marks and scattered flowers and plants.

It's clear – it's a product that has already been mined.

It was tall, tall enough to block out every inch of the sun's rays from that side for the cylindrical mountain.

In the middle of the mine, a rushing waterfall tumbles to the bottom of the valley.

The waterfall is so big that it gives birth to such an imposing atmosphere that it can even give people the illusion that water is coming from the sky.

The strange thing is that in addition to the unobstructed view of the cylindrical mountain, if you look back at the waves of the Tianhe from the flat top of the cylindrical mountain, you can also look back at the beautiful scenery facing the sky.

On the top of the flat roof of Cylindrical Mountain, there is a thatched hut with a neat and tidy ground that has obviously been taken care of.

The area was very wide, but it didn't cover the entire flat roof.

At the edge of this mountaintop, there is still a large circle of naturally growing flowers and plants, which surround this place, like an enchantment.

Next to the thatched hut, there is an easel with a drawing board hanging on the easel, and on the drawing board, a portrait of the waterfall behind the mountain is made.

It's just that the painting is not finished yet.

It's a semi-finished product, and I don't know why.

Other than that, it's not empty.

Just in front of the thatched hut, on the edge of the hilltop facing the town below, there was an unknown tree with flourishing foliage.

Beneath the trees, there sat a man dressed in pure white brocade.

This man has a handsome face, handsome and a little pretty eyebrows, and there is a deep peace of mind.

Her breasts bulged slightly, and although it wasn't noticeable, it was still somewhat recognizable.

Unlike that blood cultivator, there is not the slightest rise and fall on her chest, if it weren't for the fact that she gave birth to such a beautiful daughter's face......

Even the graves who often snuggle up to her will probably recognize her as a man.

Speaking of the handsome woman sitting under the tree, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she never showed the slightest abnormality, but she could still make people inexplicably perceive that she was not in a good mood at this time.

As if to confirm something, on her side, in the stone hewn path that connects the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, human voices can be heard from far and near.

When the group of visitors who yearn for this walk out of the trail and stand on the top of this flat top, they are accompanied by a strange saying that I don't know from anyone's mouth: "Venerable Jinghong is really majestic, knowing that our people have come here, but they are still watching the wind and enjoying the scenery by themselves, completely undisturbed by the outside world."

This kind of heart and concentration is really admirable!"

This voice is not loud, but it is completely unaffected by the rolling tremor of the waterfall on the back, and it is clear and not harsh to the ears of everyone on the field.

It was also at this time that Mourning Heaven Jinghong stood up from the stone chair, her expression did not change in the slightest, and her demeanor revealed a kind of self-confidence.

Her body was very long, not much different from that blood cultivator.

Among the people present, the tallest visitor was just looking at her in parallel, and most of the others were half a head lower, or even significantly lower than her.

Looking at her confident and dignified face and demeanor, people couldn't help but feel ashamed of themselves, and even more - inexplicably felt an indescribable coercion.

After perceiving this, some people's hearts began to have uncontrollable thoughts intertwined with "jealousy......

"Is this Venerable Jinghong?

It is said that she is low-key and does not like prosperity, so she just came to the northern border, which has long been squeezed out and has no oil and water to fish.

When I saw it today, it was true.

It is impossible for such a noble style to be imitated!"

"Yes, yes, moreover, this Venerable Jinghong is not only honest and upright, but also strong enough to give peace to the entire northern border.

Legend has it that her academic qualifications are even more of the "official" level of the pedantic celestials!

It is really a blessing to see the true face today! It is not in vain to have the hard work of trekking through mountains and rivers!"

Degree levels: Bachelor's degree - the most basic marginal people, here are mostly children between the ages of 0 and 12.

What they will learn is only logic and algorithms for everyday life.

Scholars begin to go beyond mundane things and take the first small step of "looking at the whole world and exploring the inner logic of the whole world".

In fact, this small step is really small, and if you really talk about it, you are just a marginal person on another interface.

Most of the people here are young men and women between the ages of 13 and 17.

Ronin – When you get here, most people get lost in the ocean of knowledge.

Or, for various reasons, they will have to face two choices, and they will struggle with ......

The prodigal son turned back and relied on his extraordinary academic ability to create a career and settle down in his own small family.

At this point, there is no clear age division.

There is no end to learning, and there are trillions of students, among which there can be up-and-coming young students, and there will also be middle-aged and elderly students who will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

Their common goal is to find, or build their own island, and the Ark!