Chapter 1: Dragon Monument, 10,000 Years of Secrets?
"If you were given a chance now, 10 years of life in exchange for a wish, what would you do?"
"10 years for a different wish?"
"Yes. β
"I can change a few more, no? I'm confident that I'll live to be at least 900 years old. β
"Don't be insatiable. β
"Well, can there really only be one wish?"
"Yes. β
"Then, let me live forever. β
β......β
"It's really not good, it's okay to give a 10,000-year lifespan. β
The voice in my head stopped talking.
Han Mu showed an excited smile on his face, the dragon monument was all cheated by him, this deal, no matter how he counted, he would not lose.
It is now the third year after the God Slaughter Day, Han Mu has been traveling for three years, and on this day every year, he has to return to the Dragon Tablet Forbidden Land, even if it is for the guilt of the dragon clan in his heart, and a deep nostalgia, he will definitely come back on time every year, and he will never be late.
Well, dragons are extinct on Earth.
The huge bluestone dragon stele stood in the sky, and Han Mu sat on the dragon stele, taking in the blood-red remnant sun.
The clouds on the horizon are gray, and it seems that thunder is born in them, and below the clouds, birds and beasts are wailing in pain, and tens of thousands of dragons and birds are circling the sky, which is very spectacular.
Han Mu jumped up from the dragon stele and gently stepped on the huge stele, his small body was on this dragon stele, like an ant standing on a giant elephant, the thick and simple touch was exceptionally clear.
The dragon stele has stood in the world for thousands of years, it is an ancient artifact to suppress the dragon clan, after the dragon clan perished, Han Mu also thought about taking it for himself, but the dragon stele has a spirit and refuses to recognize him.
"You said that there are no dragons to play with you now, you stay here by yourself, it's too boring, it's better to follow me and take you to the world, how chic. β
Han Mu saw that the remnant sun was about to set in front of him, and after the birds and beasts circled for a long time, they also fluttered away, and a long-term sense of loneliness arose.
He is alone, he has traveled to countless realms in the past three years, and he has always been alone, and only when he comes back here at this time of year and talks to the Dragon Monument can he have a little comfort in his heart.
"You can stay, I'll teach you all the sacred scriptures I will, you just need to talk to me, it's a good deal." β
The voice of the dragon monument came from his head, low and ethereal, and a little inexplicable.
"Forget it, you still smoke my 10-year lifespan and let me live forever. Han Mu shook his sleeves, and the green robe hunted in the wind.
"I'm kidding, do you know the gods of the human race?"
"Huh?"
Han Mu was puzzled, because this voice did not come from his head as before, but from behind him.
A cloud of white mist condensed into a vague human form, floating in midair.
"It's not easy to finally show your true face. Han Mu sighed, this was the first time in three years that the Dragon Monument had appeared in front of him in the form of a spirit.
"The god of the human race, I haven't heard of this, it's pretty powerful, right?" Han Mu has traveled the world for three years, exploring many ancient secrets, although he is from the human race, but he was exiled by the human race at a very young age, he really doesn't know about the god of the human race, and there is nothing to hide.
"I'll give you a piece of information, how about you help me do something?" Although Bai Wu was in human form, he couldn't see it clearly, his head was a blue cloud, and his voice came from here.
"You haven't left here for 10,000 years, what information can you have that you want to get me?" Han Mu pouted in disbelief.
"Ten thousand years, is it so long?" The white mist gently floated for a distance, and only a third of the remnant sun was left on the horizon, and blood red sprinkled all over the sky, and the clouds were rendered red.
"Thinking about it at this time, I still miss 10,000 years ago, there was no God Slaughter Day, there was no genocide, people's ordinary but happy life, the human race has its own order of existence, and everything seems so vibrant. β
The white mist formed by the dragon monument sighed softly, and there was a faint loneliness in his voice.
Han Mu also looked at the remnant sun that was about to set in the sky, and there were red clouds reflected in his eyes.
The dragon monument continued, "Living in this era is both lucky and unfortunate, just like the dragon clan that has accompanied me for thousands of years, one moment it was still famous and terrifying, but the next second it can't get rid of the fate of extermination, this is the will of God, no one can disobey it." β
"God?"
Han Mu's face was moved, he had heard this title more than once, it seemed that everyone in every realm was afraid of this guy who was called a god!
"You are a person of this era, and you don't know about it 10,000 years ago, and my information is related to 10,000 years ago, how about it, are you interested?" Long Bei turned around and looked at Han Mu with interest, but it was a ball of blue face, and he couldn't see any expression on it.
"Well, I'll think about it. β
Han Mu also turned around, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, although he was not very interested in things that were so far away, but he was extremely curious about the guy who was called a god.
"Is this information of yours related to the gods?" Han Mu asked curiously.
Long Bei thought about it for a while before he spoke leisurely: "Maybe." β
"Don't fool me. Han Mu looked disgusted, how many times had he been cheated by this guy.
"So, you've agreed to the deal. β
"Well, reluctantly agreed, and not very much. β
"I'll just say yes. β
"Well, I agreed. β
The dragon stele seemed to smile slightly, and then the white mist turned into a ribbon of mist, and swooped into Han Mu's brain.
Han Mu's brain buzzed, and his eyes seemed to be in a whirlpool, spinning for a while, and his head was dizzy.
It was dark in front of him, as if he had completely fallen into the depths of the whirlpool, and when Han Mu opened his eyes again, the surrounding environment changed greatly.
The originally gray sky became even more gray, and the thunder above his head was like an angry dragon, rumbling and exploding.
There are countless corpses on the ground, the corpses of dragons, each dragon, the body is blurred with flesh and blood, the dragon scales are neatly cut off one by one, in the distant sky, there is a dragon falling from the sky from time to time, the wailing sound moves the heavens and the earth, the thunderstorm pours down, the heaven and the earth, crying.
Han Mu couldn't bear to look at it directly, he had a good relationship with the dragon clan, before the dragon clan was destroyed three years ago, he almost became the son-in-law of the dragon clan, but the day before the ceremony, the day of the slaughter of the gods came, this time, it was the dragon clan that was slaughtered, and overnight, the huge dragon clan was destroyed!
Han Mu and the dragon clan fought side by side, but unfortunately this time the enemy was a curse, he could only watch the dragon clan fall in front of him one by one, and in the end, his dragon girl fiancΓ©e was not spared, this was a demon in Han Mu's heart.
Three years ago, countless dragon clans died without warning, and Han Mu didn't even see the figure of the enemy, but this time, he could clearly see that on the heavenly dome, a figure with a blood sword in his hand, indifferent, ruthlessly slaughtering.
Dragon corpses, falling from the sky, wailing, dying in despair.
"Bastard, stop me!"
Han Mu's body kept trembling, he slammed on the ground, the mud and sand splashed, his body rushed up from the ground, his hands began to dragonize, the dragon scales on his arms appeared, and even a strong dragon power gushed out from his body!
Rumble!
One punch, cut off the thunder, and the air trembles!
However, with an incomparably powerful punch, Han Mu directly passed through the figure, as if hitting a phantom, which made Han Mu calm down instantly.
"Is this a projection?" Han Mu was suspended in mid-air, his eyes were staring at the figure that was constantly wielding a blood sword, it was a person with a figure very similar to Han Mu, he was wearing a blood-stained mask on his face, even if it was just a phantom, Han Mu could still feel the killing intent that was so strong that it could not be erased!
"This is the scene 10,000 years ago, before the dragon clan signed the Heaven and Earth Review, half of the living beings in the Dragon Domain died here. The low, ethereal voice of the dragon monument came from his head.
"Heaven and Earth Jian, is this how it was signed?" For some reason, a deep sadness welled up in Han Mu's brain.
Heaven and earth, signed by Wanyu, draw heaven and earth, take this as a reference!
It was only at this moment that Han Mu truly realized how many bones had been buried behind the signing of the Heaven and Earth Guide, and the system established in this mountain of corpses and sea of blood had existed for 10,000 years!
"The source of everything is just to survive, but human beings have chosen the wrong way. At the same time as the dragon tablet spoke, the figure holding the blood sword began to slow down, until a sword split the air and the thunderclouds disappeared, he slowly put down his right hand holding the sword, and stood quietly in mid-air, looking down.
Han Mu stared at the heaven and earth below, the earth was stained red with blood, dragon corpses were piled up, he even saw the corpses of newborn young dragons, and saw the despair and fear in their eyes!
"So, this is the reason why the Terran is spurned by the Ten Thousand Worlds, he, is he a Terran?"
Han Mu just stood opposite the executioner who had just slaughtered half of the dragon clan's creatures, he didn't dare to look at the scene below, he had lived in the dragon clan for a few years, the dragon clan did not dislike the identity of the other clan, the dragon girl was even willing to marry him, the dragon clan was already a nostalgia in his eyes.
"You won't want to know his identity, he called himself a god 10,000 years ago!"
"God!"
Han Mu was slightly moved, the human race is called a god, and it took the slaughter of half of the living beings in the ten thousand realms to sign the Heaven and Earth Guide, 10,000 years ago, what happened to the human race?
Laugh at!
A sneering sound came into Han Mu's ears clearly and clearly, and it was the sound of the shadow on the other side.
Under Han Mu's complex and moving gaze, he raised his left hand and covered his face, and then slowly took off his mask.
Bang!
Han Mu's head exploded, and the sky was spinning in front of him, and the dragon tablet made his consciousness begin to leave this world, and just when his consciousness fell into darkness again, he could vaguely see that behind the mask he had taken off, there was a face exactly like him!
The executioner who slaughtered half of the living beings in the Dragon Domain, with blood on his hands, and the human race who claimed to be a god, was actually him, Han Mu!
This is 10,000 years ago, how is it possible!
Han Mu was shocked in his heart, his dizzy consciousness gradually recovered, he opened his eyes, his body had returned to the dragon monument, at this moment the sky and the earth were dark, and the remnant sun had already set.
In the silent world, Han Mu didn't know how long he was silent, and then asked with some bitterness in his mind: "What the hell is going on, why did I appear 10,000 years ago?"
"Also, how could I possibly slaughter the dragon clan, I love Xue'er so much, how could I do that kind of emotionless slaughter to her kind!"
"That's not me!"
"It could be you, or it might not be you, who knows?" said Long Bei's voice calmly.
"That's what you said about the information 10,000 years ago?"
"That's right. β
"Then you say, what do you want me to do for you. β
"Not for me, but for yourself. β
"Huh?"
"I can let you go back. β
"Where?"
This time, the dragon monument was silent for a long time before slowly speaking, "Ten thousand years ago. β