This historical fragment recorded by the "Book from Heaven" not only includes pictures, but also sounds.

However, similar to the actual situation, the place where the "Book of Heaven" is located is nearly forty zhang away from the altar, so the recorded sound is not clear.

The priest, kneeling in front of the black stone, raised his hands and a man-high scepter in his right hand, slowly stood up.

"Woo~uh~"

The priest uttered a low, strange voice, brandished his jet-black scepter, and began to perform strange but regular "dance steps".

"It's really like a devil's pace!"

Baili Hu couldn't help but whisper, and after speaking, he secretly glanced at the others, except for the Baili brothers, everyone else actually looked at the priest's "devilish steps" with a serious face.

"Uh-huh!"

With another shout, the priest stood behind the black stone, holding the scepter in both hands, and slowly raised it above his head like a flag.

Call~

A gust of wind blew on the flat ground, raising the priest's black robe, and it flew freely. The priest wrapped in black robes stood like a stone pillar that had stood for ten thousand years, standing still.

There was silence all around, and after a long time, he took a slow step.

This seemingly indifferent step made the more than a dozen consciousness lights and shadows watching in the distance tremble inexplicably, and their eyes showed the same awe as the ancestors of the tribe kneeling on the ground, and even some impulses to bow their heads and worship.

At this moment, the vague and small figure of the priest in the distance seemed to suddenly closer, and became tall and majestic in the eyes of several people.

They could even clearly see the strange paintings on the priest's face.

Airplanes~

As a low, clear, and dizzying voice sounded from far away, the priest took another slow step.

With each step, the air vibrates slightly, with each step, an invisible ripple ripples in all directions, and with each step, the air becomes more and more solemn and oppressive.

The wind stopped, the river flowed slowly, the flowers and plants crept on the ground, and the leaves swayed cautiously twice, then hung stiffly and no longer moved.

In this "quiet" environment, the priest stands out, and his every move seems to be under the watchful eye of everything in all directions.

Turning back, the priest's black scepter slowly drew two circles across the void.

In an instant, fallen leaves and dust rose and swirled up on the altar, as if responding to the priest's movements.

Turning sideways, the scepter flips from the right hand around the back, is caught by the left hand, draws another circle, and taps the scepter head down on the ground.

The fallen leaves and dust in the air stagnated for a moment, and then slowly descended a foot, suspended and stagnant.

The color of admiration in the priest's eyes changed, and a bright divine light burst out, and when he looked straight into the past, he was full of dazzling white light, mixed with a trace of brilliant light, which made people feel dizzy.

He pressed the palm of his dark, thin right hand to the black boulder, and the scepter of his left hand was also on the top of the black stone.

The blackstone revealed an eternal desolate chill from the inside out, and in one area of the altar, the light suddenly dimmed, and all the light was sucked into the blackstone like fine sand.

At this moment, the priest seemed to be in the ancient night, and under the oppression of the eternal environment, the bright white light in his eyes became as small as fireflies.

The ancestors of the tribe who prayed sincerely under the altar, as well as the painters who turned into the light and shadow of consciousness in the distance, all their spirits and spirits were affected by this sacrificial ritual, and the few remaining independent thinking abilities became very dull.

He has seen several paintings of sacrifices, and he is fully immersed in the sacrifice, just like those tribal ancestors prayed praying, and did not struggle, so he felt the most profound in this sacrifice ceremony.

"Woo-la-la-la-huh!ha-ha-wow-k-k-ha-w......ha-w

The priest called out the ancient sacrificial incantations, and danced exaggeratedly around the black stone, making a circle with each movement, and touching the black stone with every three movements.

Three actions and corresponding spells into a set, after each set of actions, the ancestors of the tribe below will be "oh ~ oh ~ ha!"

Dozens of times like this, the sunset afterglow that was originally left in the sky quickly faded, and the dark night shrouded the land.

The moon stars are scarce.

"Tonight" is the night of the full moon, and the holy light of the bright moon gently shines on the sleeping earth, and everything is silent.

The Changxi tribe uses the moon as a totem, but the sacrifice is still the same as most Dongyi tribes, using stone sacrifices.

However, their black stone is more unique, it is said to have fallen from the moon on a full moon night!

Of course, falling from the moon is obviously an exaggeration, and it is more likely that it is an alien stone!

This black stone can absorb true essence and true qi, and then create a black curtain in a certain area. There are also spots on the surface of the stone that glow blue, like a map of the starry sky.

There are rules in the Changxi tribe that only priests can touch this black stone, and idle people are not even allowed to set foot on the altar. Therefore, only the priest knows what secrets this black stone has.

After about half of the incense, the priest stopped, and the people below also stopped shouting and bowed their heads reverently.

Smack! Smack!

The thick true elements gathered in the priest's hands, and quickly made one handprint after another, merging into the black stone.

The surface of the black stone became darker and darker, and the spots of blue light on it became brighter, casting a bright starry sky over the black curtain that shrouded the altar.

After the one hundred and eight mudras were finished, the priest also sat down a little tired, put his palms on the black stone, and his spirit was highly concentrated, turning into a rock and merging with the black stone.

The black light circulating on the surface of the black stone also split into the priest's body, and his palms shimmered with a gentle blue light like specks on the black stone.

At the beginning, the dark curtain that shrouded the altar was relatively faint, and the priest could still be vaguely seen, but at this time, after the light entered the altar, it was completely absorbed by the black stone, and the altar was pitch black, and the outside world could no longer see the inside clearly.

The various offerings arranged in a circle around the edge of the altar were also shrouded in darkness, and about half a cup of tea was consumed, and strange incantations came from it, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering and water bursting.

This is the sound of the sacrifice being "eaten", and in the process, the essence of the sacrifice is squeezed out and then absorbed by the black stone.

On a clear moonlit night, there were no clouds.

A trace of ethereal connection was formed between the ethereal moon halo and the lonely two streams, the bright moonlight resonated with the cold and dark black curtain yin and yang, and a faint ripple of heaven and earth rippled from the two streams.

When the people in front of the "Book of Heaven" "touched" this Heavenly Dao ripple, several spiritual lights flashed in their consciousness, and they wanted to catch it but couldn't, and they stayed for an instant and disappeared without a trace.

However, not everyone did not grasp the "inspiration", such as painting, as the genius with the highest soul realm and the most experienced among the dozen people, he grabbed three inspirations in that fleeting moment.

The highly concentrated brain quickly analyzed a lot of heavenly rules and truths, and gained a lot of insights.

In addition to him, Hua Fan and Jiang Xun also captured an inspiration, and they all had a feeling of seeing the sun and suddenly opening up for the first time when they realized such an obvious and profound avenue of heaven and earth.

The others did not react quickly enough, their thinking was not sensitive enough, and they failed to gain understanding, so they were a little annoyed and crazy, and at this moment, a trace of heavenly ripples opened, and this time the cicada also captured the inspiration that contained the heavenly way.

In this way, every other breath there will be a ripple of the Heavenly Dao, and almost everyone can more or less perceive some of the rules of heaven and earth.

And this "almost" is talking about Kun Jue and Han Wu, although these two big bosses have not low IQs, they just can't calm down. I clearly feel the ripples of the Heavenly Dao, but after I feel it, I always can't tell the truth, and I don't get anything useful, and the more I do this, the more irritable I become.

It wasn't until the twenty waves of ripples had passed that some of the jars were broken and wanted to give up. After the thought of giving up, they relaxed and calmed down, and this was the only small gain.

……

Qu Mountain, Erjian Ruins

Zishang flipped through a large number of paintings, many of which were not very different, and recorded several important stages of a thing.

With a stick of incense, he flipped through almost half of the content, thirty or forty things, large and small, most of which were scenes of the life of a tribe in ancient times, and there were more than a dozen strange ones, with some strange symbols or small graphics scattered on them.

In addition, some of the symbols and figures are also mixed in other paintings.

"These symbols ...... What kind of text does it look like?"

Although he saw it roughly, Zishang still remembered most of the content, compared it in his mind, and found that there was some correlation between these symbols and the outlines of the figures, not isolated individuals.

Recalling the oracle bone inscriptions he didn't know much, and associating with the text structure of the inscriptions, and trying to dissect and disassemble these symbols, he felt more and more that his guess was correct.

"Venerable! Venerable!" Zishang held up a drawing with symbols and graphics, and asked Venerable Cangwu on the side, "Is there any place on this island that has some strange symbols and patterns?"

Venerable Cangwu glanced at it and shook his head.

Zishang thought for a moment, and then asked, "Then do you know what the Changxi tribe and the later Qu tribe are?"

Venerable Cangwu shrugged his shoulders and replied unpleasantly, "I don't know, I don't know." ”

Zishang glanced at him with a suspicious expression.

"This Nima is still Venerable, I don't know anything!"

Venerable Cangwu read this meaning from his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart.

He is also a half-stepping Venerable Venerable, looking at the world, it is a top existence, and now he has been asked by a little doll, and his face is really a little unbearable.

However, there was no way to answer the question asked by Zishang, no matter how powerful he was and how knowledgeable he was, it was useless.

With a soft snort, he closed his eyes and pretended to be cold, looking like "I don't have time to pay attention to you".

Zishang, who had not gained anything, sat on the ground again and was about to continue flipping through the paintings, when he inadvertently glanced at the messy pieces of paper on the ground, and a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

"This place ......"

These sheets of paper are depicted with rituals, and they are all from a distant angle, and half of the mountain stream can be seen.

Although the overall style of painting is very simple, the important parts are still carefully drawn.

Picking up two pieces of drawing paper, I ran to a high place and studied the actual terrain for a while.

"There!"

Soon, the Zishang determined the approximate area where the altar was located.

In less than half a cup of tea, he rushed to the target area.

Thousands of years have passed, and although the topography is well preserved, there are still many changes.

Like a dog searching for food, he pulled grass and vines, moved stones and groped ditches, and finally found traces of the ancient altar.

The altar is now almost completely buried in earth, with only a small area three feet in the top three feet covered in moss.

A thin layer of soil was removed, revealing the gray, black, damp stone face underneath.

You can still see sporadic stripes, which should be ancient formation patterns.

And on the edge of this three-foot radius, Zishang was surprised to find a white symbol that was still legible, the size of a palm, twisted and scribbled.

"Is this a symbol of a formation joint? Not a text?"

He guessed in his mind as his hand lightly touched the symbol.

Call~

Suddenly, a small whirlwind formed in this small area, gently blowing through the strange symbols, and the breeze brushed through Zishang's hand, making him feel full of vitality, like a spring breeze.

The breeze swept by, and a large amount of water vapor suddenly rose above the symbol, condensing a cloud the size of a watermelon.

Tick!

This small cloud is still ticking and raining!

That wisp of breeze also magically surrounds this cloud, a realm of its own!

Zishang was stunned, his fingers touched the white symbol, feeling the breeze and rain containing infinite vitality, and he actually felt the tiredness of spring sleepiness.

He yawned as if he hadn't slept for days, and at that moment the symbols on the ground suddenly changed!

Airplanes~

The subtle waves rippled, and the symbol was like a bright moon in the water with the waves, unreal, and melted into Zishang's palm.

The breeze and rain and the clouds of steam turned into a clear stream and merged into the body of the sub-businessman.

The yawn is over, and the symbols and visions are gone.

"Huh?"

Zishang rubbed his eyes in surprise and looked around, but he couldn't find the symbol.

"What the hell...... What the hell......"

Subconsciously looked at the hand that touched the symbol, and suddenly found the mark on the palm of the right hand.

The white symbol melted into Zishang's palm and became an imprint of the same color as the palm, and it was only half the size of the original.

"Oops...... How do I feel like I'm getting another baby......"

Zishang was stunned for a while, shook his head helplessly, and went to the petroglyphs, and continued to flip through the drawing papers, looking for the same symbols as the imprint in his hand, to see if he could find any clues.