"I, I'm an orphan in this era, I don't have a name, the master gave me a Taoist name, it's hard to hear, you still don't want to know, Sister Lili." Xiao Liuda shook her arm, "But Sister Lili, you can help me come up with a nice name, like your name in this era, Hu Liying, it's very good." ”

She looked at the witty little Liuda who escaped from danger and saved herself, recalled the past, sighed in her heart, and said, "Your name in this era is 'Gillan'." ”

"It doesn't sound like Chinese. Sister Lili. But what does that mean? Little Ryuda pouted mischievously.

"The language here means 'smart and wise.'" She replied.

"Is it because I have the 'omniscient eye'? Sister Lili? Koyanagida clearly liked the name and made associations.

"By the way, what do you mean by the 'omniscient eye'? Can you show me? Hearing Xiao Yanagida mention the "All-Seeing Eye" again, the Taoist priest used it to eliminate most of his abilities, but inadvertently regained his memory, and she immediately wanted to know what it was, so she asked Xiao Yanagida to say.

Xiao Liuda nodded, took something out of his arms, held it in his hand, stretched it out in front of her, and opened his palm.

In the palm of Koyanagida's hand, there was a shiny crystal ball-like thing, and its exterior was wrapped in several bronze rings engraved with fine patterns and strange characters, and it was flashing with colorful light.

What struck her as strange was that there was no connection or contact between the bronze rings and the crystal balls, which seemed to be suspended in the bronze rings. At first glance, it does look a little like a human eye.

"Why is it called the 'All-Seeing Eye'?" She asked casually.

"Maybe it's because you can know a lot of things you don't know by holding it." "When I hold it, sometimes I know things I don't understand and things I don't know. ”

"Oh? Can you let me try it? She listened to Xiao Liuda's answer and was amazed.

"Okay. But don't scare it. Xiao Liuda blinked a little narrowly, and put the "omniscient eye" in the palm of her hand.

She gently held the "All-Seeing Eye" and closed it, but she hadn't figured out her previous question at this time, but the "All-Seeing Eye" seemed to work on its own without her instructions.

In the sky, Sun Hui, who was flying with Xiao Tiantian on his back, suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and then seemed to have come to another world.

He found himself trudging slowly up the slopes of the bushes and artemisia, as if after a fierce battle, which had left him many wounds, and the wounds were painful and painful, as if they were stabbing him. The most fatal wound was that he had been pierced in the left thigh by a spear, and every step seemed to be painful as if he had been enchanted by a witch. In this case, the ascent is much slower than usual, but at the moment he is not in a hurry, and if necessary he stops to allow himself to catch his breath. Walking to the top of the slope, he sat down on the stone mound pile, overlooking the battlefield below the mountain, and involuntarily let out a groan of pain.

Everything had calmed down, the metal clanging, screaming, and bloody scenes of a few hours ago had stopped, the apocalyptic scenes were over, and the weather was getting colder. The sun had set, and a strong man wrapped his body tightly around the big bearskin. On the flat ground, there were still a few scattered figures shaking, and the fierce battle just now took place there. Many people lay there motionless, some dead, some dying. Most of them were soldiers, but Sun Hui found that their attire did not belong to any historical era he knew.

Upstream of the battlefield, it appeared to be a city, unharmed in a highland canyon, now completely shrouded in twilight. Piles of bonfires had been lit in the open space between the wooden and masonry houses, including the largest one outside the palace. The drums had already sounded, and the sound of shredded music was faintly heard where he was. Most of the music expresses triumph and joy, but he hears the sadness and loss hidden in the music.

He stood up and slowly circled the top of the hill, looking out into the darkness as the valleys and woods stretched out in all directions. Then he heard someone behind him struggling to climb up, whoever it was. He didn't care, apparently not hiding his intentions, because then he heard a muttering curse on the weeds.

He turned around and saw a female shaman, and he reached out to her and pulled her up as she was about to take the final step. She was dressed for a formal ceremony, and her long hair was draped behind her back and down to her waist, in stark contrast to the neatly combed braids of other women. Her black robes were made of the fur of some kind of nocturnal animal, and they were covered with various totems that symbolized magic—animal skulls, figurines of gods, and spells made of crystal or silver. Her face was painted with red paint with runes that symbolized war.

They sat together on the mound of stones, and he didn't know what to say, so he had to wait for her to speak first.

"Amazing day. Your Majesty. She looked at the battlefield and said.

He didn't understand why she called herself that, and he didn't know what to say.

"Yes, a great day," he replied vaguely, "we are safe now." ”

"Yes, there is no external threat for the time being."

She pulled out a long white pipe, carefully carved from the giraffe's front leg bones. She began to stuff tobacco leaves into the recesses of her pipe: "Your people are waiting for you to lead them, Your Majesty." ”

He didn't know if she meant the celebration now, or if it meant something deeper. But he was too tired to take part in anything. But somehow, he asked something he hadn't thought about at all: "Tell me, that holy mountain, does it really exist?" Everybody says you've been there. ”

The shaman looked up at him, the smoldering pipe shimmering, and she lit another fire to make it burn even brighter. The fire in the valley below gleamed red in his eyes. "Yes, I have been there, many years ago, when I was a young girl."

"And what about the gods, is it true that they all live on the top of that high mountain?"

"It's true."

"So, have you been there? Have you spoken to them? ”

"Nope. I didn't cross the holy mountain. I only climbed part of the trail, only up to where the temple was, and stopped there, I didn't want to climb any further. ”