"Huh, there are still any?" Li Zimu looked at the scene in front of him and raised his eyebrows, and muttered suspiciously.

At this time, the scene in front of him was slowly fading, and a new picture faintly appeared. This phenomenon has been experienced thousands of times before, and the previous picture slowly recedes, and the new picture gradually emerges, followed by the picture of the time when it goes back again.

Li Zimu wondered in his heart, this picture just now was already the time when he was born, and it stands to reason that this picture should only end at the beginning of his life, but this change obviously told him that there was still content behind!

After that, it's time before he was born...... I don't know this, what does it have to do with him? Li Zimu was puzzled in his heart, and looked intently at the new picture that gradually appeared.

"Ahh

At this moment, he was standing on top of a small mound, and the passionate roar just now was shouted by a soldier in armor, who had passed through him just a second before......

Li Zimu was not surprised, his body as a bystander was fictional, only he could see others, and others could not see him or touch him, which he had already discovered when the first picture came out.

At this time, the surrounding scene was a completely unfamiliar place, surrounded by open flat land, and now this flat land was full of soldiers with weapons in their hands, as well as two large wheeled chariots, and generals riding war horses.

It was obvious that he was in a battlefield where two armies were fighting, looking at the soldiers who fell one after another, Li Zimu frowned slightly, his eyes looked around, and finally touched a little brow.

This is the Battle of Changping!

Because he had already seen two different military flags, a red one with the character Qin written on it, and a green one with the character Zhao written on it.

Qin and Zhao have fought more than one battle in the Battle of Changping, and there are many battles in it, but he can be said to be familiar with this kind of ancient battle, this kind of battle of numbers is really rare at that time, the number of warrings on both sides has reached more than 100,000, and this is the war between Qin and Zhao, then it must be the Battle of Changping.

And the next picture also confirmed his inference, because he saw a person.

White up.

The man who sat on a high war horse and held a spear and wore high-grade armor, although he had never seen a real person, he had seen the portrait of him in later generations, and this was Bai Qi.

Looking at the soldiers of Zhao who were killed one by one, Li Zimu did not show too much pity, but sighed pathetic for the frowning man in the field.

This expression told Li Zimu a message, that is, he was reluctant.

Yes, Li Zimu thought to himself, who would be so ruthless and be able to kill 400,000 people without a trace of emotion?

He was just a pitiful scapegoat, and since ancient times, it has been a policy of preferential treatment for prisoners, usually being locked up for a few years and returning to his hometown when the war is completely over.

But, 400,000 captives!

Putting it back is undoubtedly equivalent to letting the tiger return to the mountain, and Qin State does not dare to let go of this number of captives. However, can the Qin State, which fights every year, afford to raise so many people? Even if one person eats one meal a day, it is a terrifying number.

Therefore, the final result can only be a pit killing, in this world, someone must bear the consequences, whether it is good or bad, obviously, this black pot can only be carried in vain.

This scene is the same as the previous one, but it is only less than a minute, but Li Zimu feels different, because this is a few decades before he was born, this is something he has never experienced, so the next scene, from here, has become a new and unfamiliar environment, and he is still watching silently from the side from a god's perspective.

The next new scene was different from before, this time, he was no longer standing on the ground, standing next to the others. This time, he was standing in the air for the first time.

Looking at the group of people below, Li Zimu frowned slightly, these people were all doing the same action, that is, kneeling.

This should be an altar, right? Li Zimu thought in his heart, there were only a hundred or so people below, all dressed in gorgeous clothes and black yarns. This should be a large-scale sacrificial activity led by the Son of Heaven and accompanied by hundreds of civil and military officials.

I saw that the high platform was full of all kinds of domestic animals that had been slaughtered, and a raging fire was burning inside the bronze tripod, Li Zimu looked at a row of flags as high as him standing on the side, and there was a word written on it, Zhou.

So the one below, is it the Son of Heaven of the Zhou Dynasty? Li Zimu thought in his heart, looking at the middle-aged man who was leading below, he just didn't know, this was the Eastern Zhou Dynasty or the Western Zhou Dynasty, and which one was the Son of Heaven in it?

It is not uncommon to see the festival as early as ancient times, and by the time Li Zimu was born, it had a very formal scale.

After all, the common people at that time relied on the sky to eat, and the respect for the sky was the highest worship, no matter what they did, they had to ask the sky first, and even the Son of Heaven dealt with political affairs all by the will of the heavens.

I don't know how long these scenes will last before they end, can it be said that they will continue until the very beginning of the universe, or the time when the earth was formed?

However, one thing is certain, that is, the source of these scenes, that is, the Eye of Heaven, existed long before these scenes, if not, then how could these real scenes appear?

In this way, another conclusion can be drawn in the continuation, that is, this Heavenly Eye was not originally a thing of the Exquisite Ancient Kingdom, but it was just from there that it began to spread to the Central Plains, or it was from there that it began to be known to the world.

Just as Li Zimu was still thinking, the scene in front of him changed again......

It's a big river.

At this time, Li Zimu was standing on the surface of the river, and the turbulent waves on the river did not wet the corners of his clothes in the slightest, but rushed directly from his body.

Li Zimu looked at the people under the embankment, at this time, they were holding hands, standing like a wall in this torrent, and there were some people who were pushing huge stones into the water.

With a turn of his eyes, Li Zimu looked at the middle-aged man wearing a straw hat and standing on a high place with his hands in his hands, his face was grim and his brows were furrowed at this time, as if he was thinking about something important.

Four big words flashed in Li Zimu's heart.

Dayu controls the water.

This time has gone backwards, has it already gone to the front of the Xia Dynasty? What kind of scene will it be further forward?