The news I learned from the blue ocean, the information I knew from Nuwa's mouth, and everything I had experienced, and then converged with the news that I now knew from the mouth of the Mayan sacrifice, a bold guess, faintly sprouting from the heart of the dialect.

Maybe you're not the only traverser?

This thought appeared in the mind of the dialect, and then it quickly began to grow, slowly growing bigger and bigger......

The person who told himself to "save civilization" when traveling through time and space was, in the previous thoughts, the mastermind behind his own time-travel, but now it seems that there is another situation - the previous pioneers.

From the mouths of Lan Hai and Nuwa, it can be known that although he existed in that time and space, he did not do anything, did not cross over, and did not come into contact with the country.

But on the other hand, the technology he brought did appear at a time node that should not appear, or even a time and space that should not appear.

And compared to the Maya, there are similarities between the two.

The same technology that should not appear at this point in time, the same one without the specific participation of a certain person, perhaps the difference is that people in this world think that this is an oracle sent down by God, and in the future time and space that they have traveled to, this is an explosion of invention and inspiration......

This should also be because of social and cultural factors, after all, people in this era, under the rule of human rights and theocracy, will attribute everything that cannot be understood to God and God, while in modern times, it will be attributed to science.

So, there was also a time-traveler among the Mayans?

This idea popped up in Fang Yan's mind, and it quickly took root and became out of control.

Drop oracles, avert disasters, travel through the future, and change the future......

"Little girl, do you think there will be a time-traveler among the Mayans?" Fang Yan asked softly,

"The information I found in the database is not enough to answer your question, so I can't answer it."

Fang Yan listened, shook his head, and looked back at the murals of "astronauts" and "missiles" on the stone wall.

The things on the mural are incomprehensible to the Mayans, but they are simply depicted, but the 365 days of the year, as well as the oracles and numbers to avoid disasters, are easier to understand, and this may also be related to the disconnect of knowledge.

Just like myself, if I reach the future in 10,000 years and bring back cutting-edge technology from that era, modern people will definitely not understand that this is the fault line between knowledge and civilization......

"I really can't understand the time-space line I'm traversing more and more......" Fang Yan sighed, quietly pondering.

There is no actual existence of the god "Itsumna" here, and all knowledge seems to be transmitted in sleep, but it is similar to the future that he has traveled to, and without his actual participation, the people of that time and space seem to have a sudden explosion of inspiration.

Everything is so incredible.

Could it be that what I have done in this time and space interferes with the parallel space-time line, and then under the correction of space-time, I can correct it in such an understandable way?

So what about the history that you have changed?

Fang Yan thought, tilted his head, looked at the priest next to him, suddenly smiled, and asked, "My most devout believer, this god has a question, why do you divide the year into 260 days?" ”

"Great Celestial, that is our oldest calendar, and after you sent down your oracle, we used the calendar you gave us, and then built the temple of Kulkan."

"Hmm!" Fang Yan nodded, remembering the oracle that had ended in 764.

If the Mayan civilization had a time-traveler, then he was dead? Or is it the end of his crossing?

However, the dialect is more inclined to the former view, after all, the Mayan civilization has perished in the history of its own time and space, although there are still some people with Mayan blood in modern times.

But can a civilization that has lost its own culture and beliefs really be called a civilization?

"I'm tired, take me to a resting place!"

Fang Yan sighed, shook his head that was a little painful, and pulled himself out of these mixed thoughts.

Originally, he only thought that this crossing was just an archaeological journey, but he didn't expect that it would lead to so many incredible things......

"Yes, the great Itsumner!"

The priest replied, stretched out his hand, and constantly guided the route, but he did not dare to walk in front of the dialect, and everything reflected his respect and fear for the gods......

……

"The king, the priests, and the Itsumner have not yet come out of the temple!" An unusually tall man with scars all over his body knelt on one knee and bowed to the king sitting on the throne in front of him.

The king winked at the man beside him, and all the people around him walked down in amusement.

"Follow me!" The king said, and led him into the next room.

"My warrior, Kuchzar, do you still believe in the existence of Itsumner?" The king asked softly, turning to stare directly at the general behind him, Kuchzar.

"As a warrior, I only believe in the spear in my hand and my fist!" Kuchzar replied, looking at the king with determination in his eyes.

"The legend of It-Sumna, the last time was before 764, and it was at that time that we came here, I don't know if It-Sumner existed, but I believe that everything we have now is the result of our efforts, our blood, and our Khan, not the gift of It-Sumna!" The king said, looking at Kuchzar with a different meaning in his eyes.

"Nothing can stop the warriors from moving forward, for Maya!" Kuchzar shouted, sending a smile on the king's face.

"Kuchzar, have you seen the miracle of Itsumner cast clearly?" He asked.

"He pressed down on a black stone and threw it out, something that was taken from him, it was weird, but it was full of wonder!" Kuchzar thought back slightly.

"There are no miracles, no incantations, no radiance, no countenance, impure language...... "The king stood up, walked over to Kuchzar, and said slowly, as if trying to engrave every word into Kuchzar's heart.

Looking in the direction of the Temple of Inscriptions, the king shook his head, turned to Kuchizar, who did not waver in the slightest, and said slowly,

"My warriors, your family will never be sacrificed, wealth will accompany them, and death will be insulated from them, so are you willing to give your life for your king at some point? Or maybe a ......"

The king paused, thinking about what the dialect above the temple had said to him, and sneering at himself, and slowly spat out the last three words,

"Godslayer!"