For the first few days of the cruise, the weather conditions were excellent, the sea breeze was not too strong, and the waves were calm.

I met an old man on the ship, and he was a marquis named Sidima.

The old man is over seventy years old, but he has a good memory and is very talkative.

He especially likes to talk to me and tell me stories about his hunting when he was younger.

The more we talked, the more speculative we became, and we were even together during meals.

The old man has long eyebrows and a longer beard, but longer, the time he eats.

I think he could spend three hours in a single meal.

In the evening of this day, we passed by a place called Andang Rock, where there were hundreds of vertical and towering stones, all of them smooth, as if they had been carved by hand.

These rocks, which protrude hundreds of meters out of the sea, reminded me of something.

The old man Sidima happened to be next to me and asked me what the reef of Andang Rock looks like.

I asked him rhetorically.

Maybe it was because he drank too much at lunch, and the old man's expression was a little unserious, and he said to me, like the one that doesn't look like a man, it's the genitals?

He thought of going with me.

I asked him, are these boulders naturally formed?

Of course not, he said.

I was surprised and asked him, it wasn't natural, could someone have deliberately made it like this?

He's right, it's really done artificially.

I was a little incredulous, so I asked him, who made so many of these things at such a great cost in the middle of the ocean?

The old man told me that in fact, this is a big secret, and few people know about the past of An Dangyan, because this is a long story, involving a history more than 500 years ago.

I'm a storyteller, so I grabbed him and insisted that he keep talking.

He took me to a secluded place, because the sea breeze was blowing, and it took a lot of effort to speak clearly.

After we were seated, the old man opened the bottle of wine, which was the best lafite, orange and translucent, mellow and sweet, soft and refreshing.

After five glasses of wine, the old man's face was slightly red, and he felt refreshed, so he began to talk eloquently.

Five hundred and sixty years ago, the whole world was not divided into hundreds of small countries, and even a city was a country, instead of having only five large countries today.

At that time, the Kaitaiji cult who believed in the god of light, Azer, was not as wide as it is now, but the number of Daphs who believed in the dragon god Kairi was even larger.

At that time, the center of the world, that is, the capital of the kingdom of Gredo, more than 1,000 clergy from all over the world, from different races, and different doctrines, engaged in a great debate on religious truth.

They argue endlessly about the composition of the world, the nature of the world, and the real state of the world.

Panthor, the Grand Duke of Taran, proposes that everyone judge the right and wrong religion by the superiority of their spells.

His proposal was eventually adopted.

Religion, which had taken an indifferent attitude towards sorcery, was thus completely disadvantaged.

This contest has been going on intermittently for more than 30 years, until the appearance of a character has determined the winner.

This man is the famous Perashid.

Perashid completely transformed the Ketaiji religion to become more flexible, developing and creating a variety of spells derived from the power of light and forming it into a complete system.

Relying on the Light and Holy Law, Perashid recruited many disciples and conquered all kinds of heretics and eliminated all kinds of so-called heresies.

During his 120 years of life and 40 years of conquest of the world, the Sunrise Empire was established to cover three-fifths of the known world.

However, after his death, several of his descendants fought to the death for the throne of the emperor and for the position of the Holy Dharma King, and the once glorious empire collapsed.

In the decades that followed, followers of all major religions stopped paying attention to the truth, whether it was in line with justice, and no longer cared about the weak, and they searched for magic and how to kill people quickly and efficiently.

Later, one of Perashid's disciples, named Albertwin, spoke out against the doctrine of light and took refuge in the Kundora.

The Kundora religion preaches that by eating fresh flesh and drinking fresh blood, it can inspire inspiration, activate the effectiveness of spells, and even prolong life.

For the sake of one's own evil desires, one can do whatever it takes, and this is the core doctrine of Kundora.

In just ten years, Abwin became invincible.

Many of the people who had tried to fight him were killed by him, and some of them were so powerful that he even ate all the flesh and drank the blood.

Albertwyn destroyed Jobos, the center of the Ketaiji Holy See.

He founded an evil kingdom called the Black Cliffs.

Albertwin was conscripted by the world's righteous warriors, but no one was able to resist him head-on.

Eventually, the arrogant Abwin went mad and attacked his own disciples.

Later, he was seduced by the female disciple Suris, and was beheaded by the male disciples Rutgers and Perstor.

To prevent him from dying and resurrecting, Rutgers and Perstord split his body.

The limbs were placed in four places in the world, east, west, north and south, and the body was hidden deep in the deepest part of the Durut iceberg.

Speaking of this, old Sidima looked at me with a drunken smile and asked, do you know where his most important part, that is, his head, is buried?

I thought about it for a moment and pointed at Andang Rock with my hand.

The old man was even happier, nodded, and praised me for being smart.

He said that in order to suppress Abbwin's most energetic head, Rutgers took great pains to build so many giant male stone pillars, and one of the stone pillars pressed against Abbwin's head.

He also told me that in fact, in the past, Andang Rock was not called that, but was called Nebsat.

I asked him why they didn't eat Abwin and put so much effort into disposing of his body.

The old man was stunned by my question, and he said that he didn't know, and he had asked this question before, but no one in his acquaintance should know the answer.

He told me that Eberwin's head was buried here, and that there were indeed many people besides him who knew about it, but where Eberwin's limbs and torso were, not the general public, and perhaps no one in this world knew about it.

The old man had drunk a lot by this time, his tongue was stiff when he spoke, and the tip of his huge nose was shiny red.

His eyes were a little misty.

When he got up, he accidentally tripped and reached out to hold on to the guardrail next to him.

After he left, I was surprised to find that the guardrail had left a grip mark on the palm of his hand, and the deepest part was actually three millimeters.

Although the guardrail is made of wood, it can inadvertently leave such deep traces, this old man is definitely not an ordinary person.

Looking at his distant back, I felt a wave of reverence in my heart.

However, I still have many questions to ask him, and it seems that I will have to wait for tomorrow.