(I forgot to update it yesterday.,Today's three-in-one chapter.,Even tomorrow's together)

The moment Solandale touched the shrine, the object in front of her shattered, and her consciousness entered a mysterious realm that had never been seen before.

There is obviously a vast void, there is no concept of space, but there is an infinite flow of strange matter, they are composed of endless numbers, symbolizing endless time, spreading into the endless past, surging into the endless future.

Solandale's consciousness rises and falls in this torrent of time, unable to escape, unable to resist, unable to feel the temperature, unable to hear the sound, like a lonely boat on the black ocean, which can only be left to fiddle.

Gradually, her vision became mottled, and one picture after another flew quickly, but they were too fast to see clearly, and countless images were huddled together to form a snowflake-like noise.

As the noise became infinitely dense, and suddenly an overwhelming glow lit up, she opened her eyes sharply and saw the wild world that existed in ancient legends.

It's a subtle feeling

Instead of sitting on stage and watching an immersive show, Solandale now becomes an "actor" on stage, living in a body that sees through his eyes and hears what he hears through his ears.

The cold temperatures, the touch of the wind on the skin, the residual smell of beasts in the air. Everything is so clear.

She could even feel the ups and downs of the thoughts and emotions of the owner of her body, as if she had merged into one and completely became the other party.

Solandale knew that she had entered the memory of the Sun King, and what she had to go through next was all

What the Sun King once went through.

As a true spectator, she can't change anything, but she can perceive everything from the inside out.

Solandale couldn't tell what year it was, but it was clearly an extremely early memory of the Sun King, as she felt in the heart of the "chief of the gods" an emotion that would have been present to any mortal -

Fear.

Shudder.

Confused.

It is unknown why the Sun King appeared here, but he just wandered helplessly, and Solandelle, who came thousands of years later, accompanied him along his way, like a ghost of time that spanned endless years.

Following in the footsteps of the Sun King, Solandale also had a preliminary understanding of the times, this is a lifeless world, there is no fire, no cities, no civilization, primitive humans have not yet been civilized, Ru Mao drinks blood, and uses gestures and cries to convey his consciousness, like a wild beast.

The more places I walked, the more empty and lonely my heart became.

What that feels like.

Like a wanderer who has left his hometown and can no longer find his way home, the huge blankness is like a slender tentacle, unscrupulously burrowing into the skin and entwining into the heart and lungs.

Suffocation, numbness. The unknown world lies ahead, so big, but I don't know where to live.

Eventually, the Sun King was tired, and he sat on the cliff looking at the strange world, and sorrow came to him, and he unconsciously lowered his head.

Solandale noticed that her vision began to blur, as if some kind of liquid had filled her eye sockets, and finally, the ground in front of her was wet with a few droplets of falling water, which were the tears of the Sun King.

…

The gaze was glazed

Darkness, the first memory came to an abrupt end, and as the noise returned, Solandale entered the second memory.

I don't know how long it has been since the last memory, but Solandel can feel that the dazed and helpless in the Sun King's heart has faded a lot, perhaps forcing himself to accept the reality, and he began to have the courage to go on.

During his travels, the Sun King came into contact with some primitive tribes in the wilderness, and although he was unable to communicate with them in words, he was able to convey his meaning through some gestures.

Soon after, the Sun King joined a tribe of hundreds of people living with the primitive humans.

The next picture kept flickering, and the time amplitude changed rapidly, as if there was some memory fragment that could not be seen, and it was deliberately deleted.

Solandale could only capture from fragmentary images that this group had become more and more prosperous after accepting the Sun King, and that primitive people, who had been only able to be accompanied by stones, suddenly possessed iron tools.

No one knows where the Sun King's knowledge and skills came from, but he taught his tribesmen how to use fire, and made farming and nomadic tools that transcended the ages, so that everyone could get rid of the life of drinking blood, and never again go without clothes and food.

The Sun King also invented ancient graphic writing based on common objects, further translated them into language, and taught them to his people.

The ignorant and chaotic primitive man thus got rid of the beastly howl, and from the very beginning of simple communication, to the end of the complete integration of language into life.

The Sun King brought unprecedented prosperity to the tribe, and the people who grew up in the wilderness seemed to regard him

Some kind of higher creature, set up a totem for him, hold a memorial, and worship it.

In the days that followed, the Sun King was often in a meditative state, but every time he entered meditation, there would be a white blazing light rushing by, and these memories seemed to be forcibly erased, and only some fragmentary moments remained.

Solandale could only vaguely hear that the Sun King was communicating with certain beings in his consciousness, and she was sure not to be with his people, as the Sun King spoke a language she had never heard of.

Throbbing, excited, free

It's like being on an island, surrounded by a black ocean, where you thought you would be trapped forever, but suddenly you found another island at the end of the ocean, with people like him.

In this way, the Sun King was immersed in the worship of his people, and a spark burned in his heart, and his endless thoughts finally converged into one thought-

I might make it to the end.

Time flies, and the tribe led by the Sun King becomes more and more prosperous.

With the help of production tools, they not only solved the problem of food and clothing, but also built a simple wooden house, so that they no longer have to live in a cave all day long.

In their spare time, they can even rely on cattle and sheep to sing songs that the Sun King made up for them.

We're on the way to a better future – and everybody is looking forward to it.

However, the good times were short-lived.

The wild land is home to countless primitive tribes, and when the Sun King tribe sings about wine, they struggle and roll in the mud, and when the Sun King tribe caresses the cattle and sheep, they are faced with ferocious beasts.

…

Jealousy, this is one of the emotions that humans are born with.

Abundant life

Let the Sun King's tribe be targeted by the enemy, and the killing begins.

The barbarians appeared from far and wide, too numerous to be seen, and they slaughtered everyone in the Sun King's clan without mercy, young and old.

Blood stained the fertile fields, the screams of the tribesmen were mixed with the neighing of cattle and sheep, and even the whistling wind was filled with the smell of blood at all times.

The tragedy of the Sun King is inevitable, he has advanced wisdom but no great force, he gave his tribesmen a rich life, but he failed to give them the blade to protect this life.

A peaceful life was ruined overnight, and false gods were ousted.

In exchange for a chance to survive, the survivors of the Sun King's tribe surrendered and volunteered to serve as barbarian coolies, handing over not only all the food and production tools, but also the creator of it all, who told the barbarians about the Sun King's hideout in exchange for their own safety.

After the Sun King was captured, the barbarians did not kill him, but cut off his hands and feet, kept him in captivity, ate his flesh, and drank his blood.

Because they firmly believe that this person is indeed a "god", and as long as they eat his flesh and blood, they can also have god-like wisdom.

In addition to the pain, another emotion emerged from the Sun King's captivity and abuse—hatred.

I am merciful, and I have mercy on you.

I led you out of the darkness, and in the end they betrayed me.

I regard you as a human being, and you regard me as a pig and a dog.

It's disgusting.

It's disgusting!

It's disgusting!!

Intense pain, anger, despair, accompanied by uncontrollable vomiting

Spit desire, rolling wantonly in the heart.

I'm not going to fall here!

Soon after being captured, the barbarians discovered that the Sun King's flesh and blood had no effect and that there was no extra delicacy to eat, and gradually lost interest in him, and prepared to slaughter him for rations.

Later, the Sun King broke the rope of grass in the bloody struggle, and instead of climbing out, he waited quietly in place for his "prey".

When a barbarian warrior approached, the Sun King suddenly tripped him over with his stump, and in the chaos he bit the throat like a beast.

The barbarian warrior lay in a pool of blood, his dying eyes wide as he looked at the Sun King, his eyes filled with another primitive emotion that humans were born with—the fear of death.

At this moment, Solandale had a strange feeling, and the fear in those eyes seemed to have a substance, turning into an indescribable current of heat surging all over his body.

Soon, something even stranger happened, and Solandale felt that the infinite heat flow finally condensed into a certain area of consciousness, and when it surged, brought some kind of unprecedented power.

The Sun King's body was emitting white smoke, and both the severed hands and feet, and the severed flesh and blood were growing again, although it was extremely slow, and it took more than an hour, but it was already beyond the reach of mortals.

Solandale couldn't understand where this power came from, how it could appear out of thin air, she only knew that the Sun King had started his revenge from this moment on.

…

Slaughter.

Endless killing.

Kill both the enemy and the people who betrayed him.

Every time you kill someone, every time someone falls in front of you, that weird heat flow will be

In the body surges.

Even if you don't do it, just facing the enemy's frightened eyes will trigger a surge of heat, and the more fearful the other person's emotions, the stronger the sense of surge.

At the end of the killing, the Sun King let every drop of the enemy's blood drain, and when he stood among the corpses on the ground, Solandale could clearly feel the feverish restlessness in his heart—

Benevolent? Kindness? I was wrong all along.

In this savage world, everything is empty, only power makes people endure.

From today, give up illusions and embrace power!

I will go to the end!

The next memory time and place span a lot, the last scene is still the middle of summer, the next scene is already winter, originally in the mountains and wilderness, and then suddenly tossed and turned to the deep ocean.

And what these memories record is the great legend of the Sun King of later generations.

War, conquest, integration

Countless tribes were defeated by the Sun King, the rebels died forever, and the obedient ones coalesced into a larger collective, from which the first light of civilization was lit.

He taught language and writing to these ignorant and chaotic people, completely separated from the ranks of primitive animals, and began to have a flourishing mind.

He waved his scepter, separated a wisp of his divine soul, and created an unpredictable soul technique;

He stepped on the top of the world alone with a dragon spear, launched the dragon blood crown to defeat the immortal ancient dragon, and the rolling dragon blood began to flow in his body;

He sets sail into the endless ocean, awakening the ancient and evil beings beneath the sea, suppressing them in the abyss;

He lit up the seal of the gods in the center of his eyebrows, and walked his faith into the vast world, so that every follower had the power to possess the golden fire of the sun.

Every scene in front of me is

The history that Solandale had read in the book was no longer dry words, but one with the memories of the Sun King, experiencing everything from his perspective, and the feeling of experiencing the vast years of life was blood-pumping.

Eventually, from the beginning of that weak chick, the Sun King stood on top of the world, conquering every tribe he could reach, mastering all the power he could find, and there was no rival in the mortal world.

However, for some reason, in the middle of the night, the Sun King would always sit alone on a high place, looking up at the starry night sky, he was not very sentimental in the night, nor was he thinking about life as if he was in another world.

What Solandel felt in his mind was the initial confusion.

Obviously you have everything, but you don't seem to get anything.

He is already standing on the top of the mortal world and is regarded as a god, but because of a higher being, he is still as humble as an ant.

During this period, the white scorching light continued to surge, and the memory images seen by Solandelle often flickered frequently, as if some memory had been forcibly erased.

Solandale only knew that every scene was full of devastation, and the Sun King stood on the broken battlefield, his deep anxiety deep into his bones, constantly entangled in his heart.

It's like thinking you've run to the end of the road, only to find that there's an endless road ahead.

…

I don't know where to run or how long I have to run.

Every time this happens, Solandale hears a voice in her heart – getting stronger.

Get stronger by any means!

Memories continue to cross, historical pictures reappear countless times in front of your eyes, and the footprints of the Sun King are all over the place

From the westernmost Sea of Broken Moon to the easternmost Thorn Mountains, the great god established the first unified government in human history.

Led by the Sun King, the seven strongest generals who followed him in the Quartet, plus the immortal ancient dragon who was conquered by him in the dragon's blood crown, together formed the House of Gods, ruling all the order in the world, and they are the ancient "Nine Gods" who have a profound influence on future generations.

However, even though the darkness of the Fireless Age has dissipated and the sun's light has spread throughout the world, the Sun King's heart has not changed from beginning to end.

Get stronger!

He kept telling himself.

Get stronger!!

Becoming stronger by any means!!

In the end, the shackles, the shackles that have imprisoned the world's bodies and minds for thousands of years, appeared.

Under the indisobedient will of the Sun King, the House of Gods issued an iron law to the entire continent, re-planning social classes, and the originally equal beings have since become high and low, and there has been a three-tier class system that spans the Fireless Era, the Godfall Era, and finally ends in 515 years of the Fire Calendar—nobles, commoners, and slaves.

And in this memory, Solandale saw three scenes that will never be forgotten -

The Sun King stands at the top of the House of the Gods, the Eight Gods are lined up beneath him, the dome sun splashes golden light on him, and the people who have been canonized as "nobles" look up with reverence and longing for the gods who have given them supreme status.

The Sun King opened his arms as if to embrace the endless nobles, and his loud voice resounded through the chamber:

"Wait, you need to respect me!"

The screen quickly jumps to the next scene, the sun

In the square of the main city, the people who were divided into "commoners" fell to their knees, prostrated in the direction of the chief of the gods, thanking him for his gifts, but fearing to lose them all, and finally had to put all their faith in exchange for the mercy of the gods.

The Sun King's eyebrows burned with the seal of the gods, and the golden fire of the sun burned all over the heavens, like the sound of thunder piercing the ears:

"Wait, be in awe of me!"

The final curtain is in stark contrast to the previous scene of great turmoil, a hell of flesh and blood.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and carrion, like the breath of a demon, the ground was heaped with decapitated heads and headless corpses, and the originally fertile soil was a shocking reddish-brown hue that stretched far to the end of the horizon.

In hell, there are the dead who have no breath, and there are the living who tremble and fall to the ground, and there is a brand of a soldering iron three feet below the palm of each person's hand, which is the inferior class divided under the iron law of the Sun King-slaves.

Slaves accounted for 70% of the continent's population, and under the iron law, they had no personality, no dignity, no basic right to life, and were only bipedal animals, which could be slaughtered at will by commoners and nobles, especially the Sun King himself.

Why?

There is no why.

…

What the gods say, is the truth!

The Sun King floated above the Hell, the raging golden flame of the sun towering into the sky, as if it was about to pierce the vast sky, and the surging murderous aura erupted like a stormy wave, and I don't know how many slaves had been killed, thousands, thousands, or millions

The Sun King looked down on the ants that were still alive, devouring their trembling and fear, and brutality

The sound pierces hell, as if to reach all the slaves of this mortal world:

"Wait, you will be afraid of me!"

"Shhh

Her whole face was pale, her consciousness was in a trance, she could barely stand on her feet, she stumbled several steps and fell to the ground, and just sat there sluggishly.

The amount of information in that scene is too much, and even if you have come into contact with the soul shrine, there are still many questions that have not been answered.

For example, where did the Sun King come from? Why is there wisdom that goes far beyond the wilderness? What are the fragments of memories that have been erased by the white scorching light?

These questions made Solandale more dazed than before, but compared to being dazed, her heart was filled with an unprecedented emotion at this time—trembling.

Solandale thought that the Sun King's iron law that classified slaves as beasts was due to the times, and perhaps it was that dark and ignorant era that imprisoned his mind and allowed him to formulate policies full of historical limitations.

However, now Solandelle realizes that she was wrong. It's been wrong all along

The Sun King was not ignorant, the chief of the gods was able to spread civilization, open up ideas, integrate the races of the continent, and establish the first unified government in human history, all of which proved that his existence was far ahead of his time.

And the reason why he deliberately divided so many slaves and wantonly deprived them of their right to life was for one thing - harvest fear!

How does this work? Solandelle didn't know that she only knew that when the Sun King killed the first enemy, there was some kind of treacherous power in the face of the other man's fearful eyes before he died

It began to grow in the body.

This is not a metaphor, nor is it a change of heart, but under the fear of the enemy, he has become stronger in the true sense!

Endless journeys, endless wars, he became stronger step by step in the fear of the enemy, and finally became the "chief of the gods" in the eyes of the world.

And when the continent is fully unified and there is no more war, the Sun King is still pursuing strength and "fear".

Thus, in peace, he created enemies, or rather, slaves, the objects of harvesting.

The Sun King laid down an iron law to deprive slaves of their most basic personality and right to life at the legal level, stripping them of their human status and slaughtering them wantonly.

These slaves were animals in the truest sense of the word, and the only difference between the Sun King and mortals here was that mortals harvested the fur and flesh of animals, while the Sun King harvested the fear of animals.

In this way, the Sun King kept slaves in captivity, numbed them to reproduce in the same way as he treated animals, and then killed them in fear one after another.

It's not that the slave has done anything, it's just that the Sun King is in pursuit of power, and he is doing whatever it takes to become stronger.

To this day, Solandel is not the first person to come into contact with the Shrine, all 25 kings have been in contact with it before, and every king has seen the scene she just saw, but it is known from generation to generation.

Perhaps the Sun King had already settled it, and the iron laws he set were not only shackles, but also the cornerstone of aristocratic rule.

No matter how many thousand or ten thousand generations have passed, those nobles who are high above will rely on the iron law and the world's belief in the sun

Constantly strengthen the unbreakable class and maintain the rule forever.

As long as the sun does not set, the Sun King will always be the chief of the gods.

From this moment on, Solandelle finally knew what she was up against.

Her enemies were not the iron shackles of slaves, the ignorant commoners, the aristocracy above mortals, but a ghost with mad ambitions that haunted the skies over Doguland for thousands of years after her death.

It was a monster cloaked in the garb of a god, fed on fear, and made of the flesh and blood of the world!