Sadness and excitement appeared in the old man's eyes, and the voice mixed with the two emotions became unstable. Looking out the window with a look of loss, he muttered, "If I have nothing to do with this race, then how can I be willing to live here silently for so many years?" It's hard to say, you'll find out later. ”

"And what is the battle that Sebo is talking about?"

"Otherworldly War!" The voice was very weak, but it was not the first time Feng Yu had heard it.

"This is the outsider who used the golden spiritual power, we've been waiting for you for a long time." A tall man with a pair of huge fleshy wings on his back walked in, and this person may be the visitor in the old man's mouth.

"Patriarch, it was this Fengyu little friend who used the golden spiritual power. You talk slowly, and your subordinates retire first. The old man said respectfully.

"Well, there you go!" The winged man said calmly.

"My name is Yiman. It is the patriarch of the Winged Human Race, in fact, we are not people here, but a race that has lived in the fairy world for generations. Yiman said with a look of infinite memories in his eyes.

Fengyu was shocked, a person from the fairy world? Does this have any connection to the Otherworld? What does this have to do with you? Countless question marks lingered in her heart, as if something had been grasped, but it was only a vague sense that could not be clearly presented in her mind.

"We, the Winged Human Race, are part of the inhabitants of the True Immortal Realm, and we originally lived very happily. Then there was a big catastrophe. There was a conflict between the fairy world and the other lords of the other worlds, and it eventually intensified into a war. The war was turned upside down, and the sky was covered with raised dust. Countless masters on both sides fell, there were fights everywhere, and the sky was dark. ”

Yiman closed his eyes, as if remembering the tragic battle.

"Our clan history does not explain the exact cause and process of the war, but it is recorded that in that ancient war, all the people of the True Immortal Realm were devastated, and only a few survived. We, the few survivors, were less than 1/10,000 of the total number of people of all ethnic groups at that time. There is an incomparably formidable presence among the enemy, who has defeated our leader after a fierce battle. Just as he was about to kill us, a golden light flew from the sky, and a round black scimitar blocked his fatal blow. ”

The mysterious visitor spoke to the leader of the other party, stared at us a few more times, then sighed, and then a burst of golden light enveloped all the surviving Winged Humans. The surviving wingmen who reappeared were brought to this place by a mysterious person. We lived here for countless years to come. A comfortable life makes us, who have tasted all the hardships, cherish the hard-won life. Everything in the past was hidden in that generation, and there was only a simple history book that recorded that catastrophe, passed down in the hands of the patriarch of the Winged People. And I am the successor of this patriarch, the former patriarch who handed over the annals to me for safekeeping when I was a child. There's a lot of stuff in there that the wingers need to know and rely on. Yiman blinked, swallowing the moisture back into his eyes.

"If you sink your divine consciousness into this jade cylinder, you will know a lot of things." Yiman stabilized his mood and handed a blue hazy jade note to Feng Yu. She did as she was told, opened it and couldn't help but be stunned.

In a large stone room, large and small sculptures are neatly placed in the room, almost filling the room. The exterior of each sculpture is protected by a yellow light shield that is so faint that it is almost transparent. Walking forward, Feng Yu carefully looked at a figure about the same height as himself.

In front of him is the appearance of a winged man, and it is a winged man in a combat state. He posed as an upward impact, the flesh of his outstretched wings twisting violently. His right calf was gone, and his left leg was on the ground, leaning forward, and the muscles of his whole body were tense. One hand was stretched out, and the other hand was tightly grasped with a long knife, and there was a stubbornness in his eyes that looked at death as if he were at home.

The whole statue exuded an extremely tragic aura, and Feng Yu couldn't help but sigh, what made this winged man look like death and resolute in his eyes?

Beside him, he remembered Yiman's voice: "This is our leader in that war." He fell in battle with the opposing leader. ”

Feng Yu nodded slightly, but did not speak, and the heavy breath in the air made people's mood become heavy all of a sudden. The whole room was shrouded in this sad and tragic emotion, which had precipitated thousands of years of sadness and made Fengyu breathless.

Walking around the room, almost 90% of the statues were images of winged people fighting enemies, some of them had their bodies cut off, some had been killed, and some had been bombarded on the ground. Although they are all portraits, you can still see the brutality of that war.

Looking at the surrounding walls, a diametrically opposite feeling suddenly emerged.

The paintings on the walls record the history of a completely different atmosphere from the statue below. All the pictures are beautiful, revealing a strong sense of happiness and satisfaction. On a painting in front of Fengyu, three small winged people are playing, and the cute smiling faces in the sun make people feel comfortable all over their bodies, as if they have become younger, and that lively happiness covers Fengyu's depressed mood.

Turning her eyes to the sculpture in the middle of the room, Feng Yu's smile suddenly froze again, and the two sharp contrasts made her feel entangled, who caused all this? Who deprived them of their original peace?

"Why did you let me know all this?" Feng Yu walked to Yiman's side and saw him squatting on the ground, contemplating in front of the statue of the leader, his eyes were blank.

"Because the patriarchs of the past generations have passed down, in addition to these blood and tears history, there is also an ancestral teaching, that is, one day in the future, our current situation will be changed by an outsider, a person who uses golden spiritual power." Yiman said suddenly.

"Golden spiritual power? How could the Winged Terrans meet the Tao and have me? Feng Yu asked in disbelief.

"Maybe it's fate! But as for the more origins, I don't know. Yiman's eyes were also quite confused.

"If I can do it, I will do it." Fengyu asked.

"It would be nice if I could go back to the fairy world and have a look." Yiman's voice was extremely low, as if it came from the heart.

"Yes, if I have the ability, I will help you go back." Feng Yu comforted that she knew about the door to the fairy world, but in her current state, it seemed impractical.

"What if the man who killed our ancestors stood before me, and I don't know if we should choose to live in forbearance? Or do you swear to defend the dignity of our winged people and avenge our ancestors? You are the one who arranged to deliver us from the dark, you know? Yiman asked with a look of hope.

"This... I don't know. Feng Yu's face was also full of clouds.

"Hey, it's all up to fate!" Yiman turned to Feng Yu, and his confused eyes made Feng Yu suddenly confused.

Yes, what should I do if I do it instead? The past is too far away, for the sake of that unrealistic sense of national honor, to sacrifice the only relatives and friends around you, can you do this kind of thing? What are the chances of winning if those who have long been accustomed to a comfortable life are allowed to fight on the battlefield?

The two men stood silently in the room, neither of them speaking, each thinking about the choice they should have.

After a while, Feng Yu came back to his senses, and his eyes were clear: "Have a clear conscience." In this world, the most important thing is to be worthy of your own heart, regardless of what others say. ”

"Have a clear conscience, do you have a clear conscience..."Yiman's eyes flashed again, "Yes, you're right, I know how to choose." Thank you, Toyoyu Xiaoyou. ”

"The patriarch just calls me Fengyu. That's what my friends call me. Feng Yu said with a smile.

"Okay, you will be our friend of the Winged Terran in the future, whether or not the future is the one who can really save us, the door of the Winged Terran will always be open for you." Yiman's eyes were full of sincerity.

Bidding farewell to the patriarch Yiman, Fengyu found Qingtian and them, and visited the residence of the Winged People again under the leadership of Qi Tianyu. They live separately from other races, and the dwellings of the Winged People are generally larger than the others, which is probably related to their size. Children can be seen running around and playing everywhere on the road, and from time to time someone will run over and hug Yiman's thighs and let him play on his back.

Although the Winged Man is physically strong at birth, it has a fatal shortcoming: it is difficult to give birth. Each Winged Couple, whether a purebred Winged couple or a Winged Couple mixed with other races, can only have one child in their lifetime. This law has existed since the time when the Winged Human Race was still in the True Immortal Realm, and it has continued to this day.

As a result, the number of winged people is always at a low end and at a stable level. And it is also because of this that the Winged People were defeated miserably in the ancient war because of insufficient numbers. Thankfully, there are no people in each generation of Wings who can't cultivate, and all of them have relatively outstanding talents.

This high-quality reproduction allows the Winged People to prosper for a long time, and as long as they are not devastated, they are the most powerful species. Each Wingman has a physique that surpasses that of other races, and the existence of a combat state makes them even stronger.

"I love the Winged Terrans, and if I could, I'd love to be here all the time, but I'm afraid not." Feng Yu suddenly burst into words. At this time, she was lying under the fruit tree on a hillside with Qingtian and Qi Tianyu, and the green or red fruits were hanging all over the hillside, which was very beautiful.

There was a gust of wind blowing in the face, and it was very comfortable. A sense of ease that has not been felt in a long time envelops everyone.