But after the victory, Horus became arrogant, and instead of marrying Ishdael, who loved him deeply and helped him a lot in battle, he married the beautiful goddess of love, Hasul (the importance of appearance), and Ishtar sadly left Egypt and wandered to the East, where she won the love of the Oriental peoples and became the patron saint of the Oriental peoples. Without the help of Estar and the ease of life, Horus gradually let his guard down, and as a result, the men sent by Seth stole the "Wisdom Eye" from the treasury, and Hasul chased after him when he heard the news, killing Seth's men, but he was seriously injured and did not recover the "Wisdom Eye".

After listening to Xiao Tiantian's narration, Sun Hui thought that whether it was the "Eye of Wisdom" or the "Staff of Huangquan", they should all be the products of the high technology of the ancient mysterious civilization, not some "artifact".

Thinking of the mysterious ruins of the time machine under the stepped pyramid he saw last time on the Soviet-German battlefield, Sun Hui thought that there might be similar things in this pyramid, and if he could master how to use them, he might be able to return to the original era.

Now they should be able to go back with peace of mind, because they changed the relationship of history, and the Space-Time Paradise Company no longer exists.

Sun Hui's words made Ye Chuchu very excited, and she couldn't wait to search for it in the pyramid immediately.

He chose his way through the ruins, beads of sweat on his gloomy face.

When he saw the man and the woman at the top of the pyramid, he decided to take refuge.

At his feet, the ruins lay under a bright blue sky that stretched out in all directions, full of stone spires, clash of cement and ash pools, like rocks eroded by the sea at low tide. The sun was shining, the ruins were peaceful, the gray shadows were free of any ominous and mysterious signs, and he felt safe in the ruins.

He lies on a stone slab carved with delicate moire patterns that swirl and twist like a sculpture depicting time and space. In fact, the entire ruin is one such magnificent sculpture, created by the whimsical and contradictory trickery of man, to commemorate time and space and all those who dedicate their lives to understanding them.

He was a little hungry, and in search of a glimmer of life, he had trudged through the ruins for a long time, but to no avail. He regretted sending himself to the ruins. The pioneers of exploration who never returned left no trace here, no stone cuts, no notes, no fragments of clothing, no bones, only barrenness and desolation on the ruins.

He stood up, stared at the jagged horizon ahead, and turned to look around, strangely in his field of vision, the horizon never broke. Neither the broken buildings nor the crumbling walls obscured his view. The horizon was unobstructed in every direction, making him feel as if he was in the middle of a disc floating under a blue sky.

He frowned. The sun was hanging high overhead, and he didn't know which direction he was coming from. Thinking about it now, he couldn't even remember if the sun had ever changed its position, and that night had never fallen. Is the light always that bright? But he felt like days had passed.

He slowly made his way through the ruins again, sometimes stumbling and stumbling, jumping from one stone slab to another, and when he came across a pool of ash, he carefully bypassed the pool close to the remnants of the surrounding houses. He didn't dare to step on the ash pool, but he didn't remember why he did it.

Finally, his heart was filled with an emotion that bordered on panic, and he strongly regretted coming to the ruins, and longed to return to the grassland at once. He looked around hopefully, as if expecting some god to answer him.

He lay on the uneven surface of the ruins, the scorching sun shining on his head. He turned to see the horizon in the distance, and in another direction, the ruins stretched all the way to the horizon at that end. He felt like a giant, with his limbs outstretched, crucified on a ruined cross. When he sat up, he felt his body shrink back to its normal size.

Normal size? What is a normal size? What yardstick does he have to measure the size of the ruins? There are things of all sizes and shapes in the ruins. But no matter how tall it was, none of them could obscure the horizon in his field of vision.

He couldn't find his prey. I could only stand weakly in the ruins and stare in all directions.

He began to wander through the ruins again. At one point he stopped to inspect a building that seemed to have cracked open from the center, its roof still intact but its interior exposed. Later, he sat on a pile of broken tiles and looked around. To his left was a sloping tower, standing despite being shattered on either side. According to his logic, the tower should have collapsed a long time ago, but it was still frozen. He doesn't look at it anymore.

He stood up, carefully avoiding the tower, and then suddenly pulled his legs and ran wildly.

But everything he saw looked as if they were going to collapse, and all the towers, houses, and pillars were tilted on one side, which meant that they were bound to collapse.

Why didn't he notice it before? What went wrong?

In fear, he remembered who he was.

He remembered his name, remembered the times he had been to. Then he recalled that he had spent days walking through the ruins, the sun never set, the sky not changing, and only the uninterrupted horizon of the wilderness that should have been obscured by the great abandoned buildings.

He stood still, trembling with hatred at the ruins, trying to recall what he had experienced before he encountered them, but he couldn't remember them at all.

What is it? Dreams? Drug hallucinations? Or madness? There must be something other than the ruins, right? He closed his eyes, staggered, and in the darkness behind him, he said to himself: Okay, are you going to continue this experiment? Do you still want to clear identity, time, and space as illusions created by illusions?

He opened his eyes, and in front of him was a bright ruin, clear and dazzling in the huge, pale sun in the blue sky.

As he began to control his emotions and stood firmly on the ruins, a shadow fell on him, and he looked up to see a tall tower towering in front of him, with layers of platforms inside, the highest of which was covered with a dome. A huge black jackal stood there, silently watching him.

He felt a burst of excitement, and although the other party was about the same size as him and appeared stronger, he was still ready to kill the other party and have a good meal.

He ran to the tower and found himself able to jump to the first platform, then to the second, and back and forth to the top of the dome.

"Who are you?" To his great surprise, the black jackal opened its mouth to speak human language when it saw him.