Black smoke, golden firelight. Lin Moyang opened his hazy sleepy eyes, and his eyes were no longer the neat and bright dormitory of the academy.

The bluestone floor tiles under the feet exude the faint smell of stone powder that can only be emitted by freshly carved stones, but the thick layer of dark ash covered by the floor tiles tells the ancient and distant here.

Am I dreaming? Lin Moyang didn't panic, he didn't feel scared, even though he didn't know where it was and why he was here.

The narrow corridor is like a pilgrimage corridor, and the intricate murals spread out along both sides of the corridor, Lin Moyang couldn't see what was carved on the dark wall, but he seemed to subconsciously know that on the dark wall, in the darkness of the invisible object, the relief carvings spread out like guards extending all the way to the front.

This is a pilgrimage road, Lin Moyang thought in his heart, but what kind of saint or god would be at the end of such a dark and gloomy road?

Lin Moyang knew in his heart that he was deep in a dream, otherwise he should have screamed and retreated at this moment, this is the cowardly and fearful him, but why do he feel that he is cowardly? The memory is gradually blurring with his will, and at the end of the corridor, Lin Moyang only hears a distant and mysterious song, just like the ancient grievance itself.

The singing voice used syllables that Lin Moyang was not very familiar with, reciting words that Lin Moyang might know, and carrying the kind of grief that people could not look at and forget, so tactful, so lamented.

With the singing, Lin Moyang walked towards the end of the corridor, step by step, and with each step he took out, the torches on both sides of the corridor lit orange-red flames, and the originally dark corridor gradually spread out in front of Lin Moyang's eyes.

Magnificent, elegant and dignified, the delicate reliefs on the wall are like blowing away the cultural relics of the floating soil to see the light of day again, different techniques, different craftsmen's works, and even different periods of style are reflected in this long corridor, as if countless skilled craftsmen have worked hard in this corridor, and devote themselves to leaving their best skills in this long corridor.

But Lin Moyang is like a stubborn chaser, he is not amazed by this art, he is not swayed by this song, he only knows that at the end of the corridor, something is calling him, waiting for him.

There is something so familiar, Lin Moyang doesn't need to bow his head to understand what it is, it is like a long dragon-like air current, just like the Great Wall that Lin Moyang once saw on the balcony on the roof of the headquarters of the Zunlong Group, under his feet is the convergence of countless qi, and there is an unknown depth of underground surging under the corridor under his feet. The air flow was so turbulent that across such a deep land, the qi in Lin Moyang's body was still resonating and stirring.

With each step he took, the singing became clearer and clearer, and the qi in his body trembled excitedly, like a soldier about to meet the emperor, and like a gladiatorial winner greeting the nobles.

The corridor disappeared at Lin Moyang's feet, and he finally came to the end of the corridor, and the distant song was finally in his ears, and he could not understand every syllable of the song, but he trembled and fell to his knees.

The end of the corridor has arrived, and everything unfolds here.

It was a huge underground cavern, the size of four sports fields, but the corridor was cut off the moment it entered the hall, which had no floor and a bottomless abyss everywhere it looked. Lin Moyang stood at the end of the corridor, kneeling on the ground reverently, tears of joy in his eyes.

The entire hall was filled with dazzling golden light, making Lin Moyang dare not look directly, and the source of the golden light came from the center of the hall, a golden flame floating in the air. The golden flame was no less than a hundred meters in diameter, and it hovered steadily in the center of the hall. Directly below the flames was a stone pillar that was not known how high or thick it was, and the stone pillar was illuminated by the golden light of the flames, and its roots were pierced into the bottom of the bottomless abyss, to a place where even the golden light could not shine. Coiled on the stone pillar was a vivid, non-angry stone dragon, which raised its own dragon head at the top of the stone pillar, and its eyes were firmly fixed on the golden flames.

The golden flame burned quietly without any fuel, and as the flame danced, a thick silky golden aura splashed onto the stone dragon's body, flowing like flowing water over the entire stone pillar, falling into the depths of the abyss where the bottom of it could not be seen.

The song stopped abruptly, and a woman's lazy voice sounded in the hollow: "Humans, human beings who have embarked on the road of the emperor!"

With the woman's voice, the golden flame in the middle of the hollow shrank to the middle, and the original huge volume shrank by half, and the entire fireball condensed into a small sun.

"See!" the woman's voice echoed through the hall, no longer lazy, but full of terrifying majesty, like a yellow-robed empress giving an edict above the nine heavens, and the stone walls of the hall trembled with their majesty.

Lin Moyang looked up at the fireball shining like the sun in the hall in this half-dream.

As soon as his eyes touched the sun, Lin Moyang suddenly woke up, and the whole person trembled, only to feel that the whole mind was clear, and before he could react, an incomparable quaint aura erupted from the golden sun, grabbed Lin Moyang's body, and threw it towards the invisible place. Lin Moyang didn't have time to resist, and the whole person was swallowed up by the rush of this qi.

Lin Moyang only felt that in this golden rush, countless human voices came, as if there were hundreds of millions of people echoing in his ears, and as if there were countless believers whispering in his ears. And when these words flashed, Lin Moyang's eyes and mind always flashed many flashing pictures, and in these words, there were also that kind of deafening words, when these words sounded, other noisy voices would collectively dim, leaving only some illegible echoes.

It was a sloppy primitive with no hair that had been trimmed, and his face looked very much like the primitive man Lin Moyang had seen in history textbooks. The man was not even clothed, he was just running on the pristine expanse of the land, hunting other beasts, gathering unknown wild fruits from the trees, and drinking the dew from the leaves of the early morning rainforest. Until one day, this primitive man looked up and saw the sun in the sky, this carefree primitive man actually opened his eyes and saw out of his mind, Lin Moyang looked at this primitive man's obsessive demeanor, and the eyes of this originally beast-like human actually flashed with a light called intellectual. The primitive man kept looking at the sky, and when he was no longer foraging, he looked up at the sky, leaned over at the earth, and looked up at everything he had lived but had never paid attention to. Finally the barbarian opened his mouth and uttered a simple syllable, which was no different from the roar he had made before, but the difference was that Lin Moyang understood the meaning of this syllable: the sun represented the first thing that hung high in the sky and was seen by the eyes of this primitive man that aroused his interest. When this syllable was spoken, the noisy murmuring in Lin Moyang's ears was muffled, but in the depths of the murmur, a faint and imperceptible shout gradually emerged.

Then the picture brought by the golden breath turned, and there were still a few primitive people, but the eyes of each primitive person who appeared this time flashed with the intellectual light that flashed in the eyes of the previous primitive people, and they even began to communicate with some regular word sounds, although these syllables Lin Moyang had never learned, but he could still understand the voices of these primitive people. It was a very authoritative primitive man in command, and the other primitive people waved rough tools made of stone, felling trees to the ground, and more primitive people dragged these trees towards the distant tribes, among the tribes, there were other primitive people, combining the earth and the felled wood, building ugly and simple dwellings. At this time, the primitive man who commanded said: "If you build a nest, you will not be afraid of insects and leopards." Although he called the improvised shelters "nests," the skeletal and strange-looking primitive man had a look of expectation and hope on his face. When the word nest came out, the murmur in his ears became low again, and the shouts of countless people became stronger again.

"You can only spin the stick on the wood to ignite a spark, this is what I saw on the flint, and then our tribe will have a fire to use!" It was a human wearing animal skin, and his appearance looked a little hideous, but he held a wooden stick with green smoke in his hand, and he said happily to his compatriots who were also dressed in animal skins and had hideous faces in a language that Lin Moyang had never heard before. The words were primitive and vulgar, but Lin Moyang was wrapped in a golden torrent, his blood was restless, and it actually resonated with the words spoken by this crude primitive man, which originally sounded so solemn like the roar of a beast.

It was a brother and sister who had survived the flood, and the elder brother had drawn several horizontal lines of varying lengths on the ground with a wooden stick, and the combination of these horizontal lines was used to represent the eight things that he had seen in the heavens and the earth. Her sister, on the other hand, taught her brother what he had acquired to those of her kind, whom they had yet to know.

It was a handsome man with a bronze sword, and he rode in a chariot with wheels, surrounded by beaming soldiers, and on the other side of the battlefield were monsters with birds and beasts.

It was a man with a simple rattan frame on his back, and he was carefully lying on the ground, carefully digging out a green plant, and then he carefully put the leaves of this unknown plant into his mouth and chewed it.

It was a man who was constantly drawing something on the sand with a wooden branch, and after thinking about it, he suddenly looked at the sun in the sky, and he happily drew a circle on the sand, and then threw away the knot in his hand.

It was a man who watched the torrent rushing into the sea, holding a simple prow in his hand, and at his feet was the last ditch he and countless people had dug up, and from this ditch the flood was directed into the endless sea.

Is that......

Is that......

......

At the end was a solemn old man with a white beard, standing on a piled altar, holding a book of quaint bamboo slips in his hand, surrounded by the gods of the heavens and the earth, but Lin Moyang could feel the fear and awe of these gods for this dying old man, and the respect of a few heroes for him. The old man held a bamboo slip in his hand, stood on the top of the altar, and recited aloud: "The situation of eternity has ended! The gods of the heavens have obeyed the order! Humanity has been established! The divine way is dead! In the name of Jiang Shang, with the power of the third emperor of China, I hereby order! Jedi Tiantong, this example of the gods!" After this order, the earth rose full of golden light, and some of the gods showed frightened looks, some showed satisfied expressions, and all the heavenly gods and spirits turned into a chaotic air flow in the golden light and injected into the bamboo slips in the hands of the old man.

With the trembling of the bamboo slips, all the murmurs in Lin Moyang's ears finally disappeared completely, and were replaced by a cry that penetrated heaven and earth and carried forward the future composed of different words that had been used by all Chinese nations and all Chinese members since ancient times.

"Following the continuation of our Chinese humanity, we will continue to burn the fire of our Chinese civilization! Even if we burn this body, we will have nothing to fear! If the people of China will live forever, then the civilization of China will never be extinguished, Your Majesty the Emperor of China! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Chinese Emperor! Long live the descendants of the dragon!"

Lin Moyang's eyes were full of flowers, and his chest seemed to be ignited by this shout, and every drop of his blood was shouting, responding to the deafening cry between heaven and earth.

That's poetry, that's song, that's roar, that's praise, that's the voice of humanity formed by the long river of civilization.

In an instant, the golden aura spread out, leaving only Lin Moyang still at the end of the corridor, staring at the golden sun across the bottomless abyss, at this time Lin Moyang was already sweating profusely, and he was shocked to realize that the qi veins in his whole body began to ache sharply, which was clearly a precursor to the exhaustion of qi.

The woman's voice said faintly: "In the end, it is still not time, my descendants who have stepped into the road of the emperor, I know that you still have confusion and confusion in your heart, you must know, humble and faithful, loyal and brave and observant of the festival are human beings, despicable and shameless, unscrupulous people are also human beings! If you can't walk unswervingly, you will be pushed forward by scars and blood and tears, remember, remember! The road to becoming an emperor must first become an adult! We will also meet, my son, go back." ”

The woman's words gradually weakened, and suddenly the stone dragon on the stone pillar let out an earth-shattering roar, and the stone walls of the hall began to tremble, and then I saw a burst of golden light emitted from the stone dragon's body, and at the same time, the golden sun suddenly expanded, and once again turned into the previous golden flame cluster, and the golden air flow fell straight down, firmly enveloping the stone dragon, and then the tremor in the hall gradually stopped.

However, Lin Moyang found that the pain in his body became more and more obvious, and just when the pain reached the limit, his body disintegrated in the air.

"Ahh The tearing feeling subsided in an instant, but Lin Moyang was still groping around his body suspiciously, fearing that as soon as he moved, his body would fall into several pieces. He took a few deep breaths, and only then did he settle his fearful emotions, and he only felt that his mind was like paste, chaos had become a pot of porridge, and every Qi vein in his body that had been injured by Wuding Kaishan was stinging. As long as these forcibly enlarged qi veins are not warmed by qi, they will exude severe pain, and I don't know why the damage to these qi veins has not improved at all.

"What's going on with me? I entered the state of the first breath when I was sleeping?" Lin Moyang remembered that he had a strange dream last night, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember any details of this strange dream at all, and the qi in his body was actually consumed, the only explanation is that he sleepwalked into the first breath, and the last time he entered, he did have the hallucination of a strange person speaking, so that strange dream may be the human voice he heard when he entered the first breath, interfering with his dream?

Lin Moyang shook his head that had turned into a pot of paste, and the sharp pain in the qi veins in his body slowly declined as his breath replenished with new qi.

"Maybe it was because yesterday there were too many emotional fluctuations. Lin Moyang naturally referred to the incompetent crying the day before, but Lin Moyang still comforted himself in his heart: "It's okay, and no one blames you." ”

He patted his face, and couldn't help but think of the blushing and shy girl from yesterday, and he couldn't help but look forward to Moira coming to wake him up today. Thinking of that lively girl, Lin Moyang actually felt that there was a strange feeling in the depths of his humble heart, maybe he could really consider bringing an American daughter-in-law back to his mother? Thinking of this, Lin Moyang, who spent high school and college in the dormitory, found that his face was hot, and he didn't know how to talk to him when Moira came to find him.

This was the sound of knocking on the dormitory door, Lin Moyang suddenly felt a little nervous, and before he could say the sentence "Wait a while", the dormitory door was unscrewed.

Outside the door was not Moira, but a nervous Carter, who was not carrying his horse behind him, and Carter's face did not show his flattering minion disguise.

Lin Moyang's intuition told him that something was wrong.

Carter almost had more beads of sweat on his head than Lin Moyang's head, and he didn't care how rude his actions were when he entered the door, the moment he saw Lin Moyang, the anxious young man's face showed a savior-like look.

"Your Excellency, something is wrong!" was obviously in a hurry, and Carter didn't even have time to disguise himself this time, but he had already rushed into Lin Moyang's dormitory without bringing his entourage.

"Something's wrong, speak slowly, don't worry. Lin Moyang chuckled in his heart, obviously revealing a bad premonition.

"The student union received Xiao Mo's withdrawal application, and then today Xiao Mo is gone, and the rabbit's query result is that after Xiao Mo submitted the withdrawal application yesterday, she has completed the amnestic and was sent home!" Carter said anxiously, and at the same time handed a copy of the withdrawal application to Lin Moyang from nowhere.

When Lin Moyang saw this application form, his whole person felt like the world was spinning, and he looked up into Carter's eyes.

Carter looked at the usually gentle agent in front of him, and suddenly showed the eyes of a lion, his face almost condensed with anger and urgency visible to the naked eye.

"Damn, you didn't say it sooner!" Lin Moyang felt that the whole person was flustered, and even the national scolding soared out, but fortunately, Carter's Chinese attainments were far from being able to understand this sentence.

"I've helped you out! Let's go cut people now!" Lin Moyang put on his coat, only to feel that in his head, a wave of anger rushed straight to his nerves, and there were still bursts of worry and fear.

When he didn't care about himself yesterday, he never thought that those bastards would actually target Moira!

For the girl who gently held her palm in her hand yesterday, and for the girl who was willing to wipe her tears when she cried.