According to the book, a large number of charred corpses were found in makeshift tents, all of which were comrades who died in battle.

"That's how it should be."

Leon muttered to himself, "How dare those bastards run to my house while I'm sleeping? I'm sure I won't spare you! ”

He stood up, got dressed, and walked out of the house.

Outside, night fell, the cold wind howled, and dark clouds covered the bright moonlight.

Leon took a deep breath, activated his true qi, adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, and exhaled the free aura in the air around him.

Whew-

The cold air pours into the lungs and makes people feel comfortable.

Leon opened his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an orange-red glow emerging from the trees in the distance.

Is it a fire?

He followed the trail of the fire and walked slowly.

A few seconds later, a low wooden house came into view, emitting curling smoke.

Leon pushed the door open and found four or five people sitting in the cabin, eating dinner and drinking beer, talking and laughing.

"Who?"

Several people at the wooden table raised their heads in unison, their eyes fierce and hideous.

"Oh, I'm passing through."

Li Ang waved his hand to break the embarrassing situation.

"Oh......" The few people breathed a sigh of relief, put down their knives and forks, and wiped their mouths.

They are thin, dark-skinned, with slightly narrowed eyes and a high nose, like the indigenous inhabitants of ancient Egypt.

This is a black person in the West Asian region, who was previously active in Europe, and once formed a colonial army and stationed in Indonesia and other places.

Leon carefully identified the half-ring, and was sure that these people were ancient Egyptians.

However, these blacks looked at Leon with wary eyes.

They stuffed a bag of grain to Leon, and then walked into the bedroom on the back of the wooden house with chopsticks.

In the middle of the cabin, a woman was lying.

Her cheeks were as pale as paper, her eyes were closed, her breathing was gentle, her chest was steady, and she seemed to have been unconscious for a long time.

The woman was beautiful, with delicate features, and was dressed in a simple and simple cloth dress, with her hair shawl and waist-length, which rose and fell slightly with her light breathing.

"What's going on...... this?"

Leon scratched his head, picked up the grain bag on the wooden table, and poured out some shriveled rice grains.

"Hmm......"

Leon tasted it, and it felt like ordinary grain bran, nothing special, but it smelled very sweet.

He tasted another black grain of rice.

When the rice grains enter the abdomen, they turn into a stream of heat and quickly spread throughout the body.

A warm feeling of warmth came to my heart.

Many images suddenly flashed in front of Leon's eyes.

He came to an unfamiliar location.

It is a desolate primeval jungle with withered yellow leaves and rotting roots.

The sky was gray, and a bright moon hung from it, emitting a faint glow that illuminated the surroundings.

Not far from the bright moon, there is a huge stone monument.

The stele is three zhang wide, about seven or eight feet high, and the surface is engraved with obscure inscriptions, full of simple and vicissitudes of life.

Leon walked around the stele for half a circle, but didn't see anything.

He tried to reach out his right hand and touch the stone tablet again, but found that as soon as his fingertips touched the stone tablet, it immediately became transparent.

The words on the stele expanded like ripples of water, enveloping Leon in it.

The world swirled, and Leon looked away from the stone tablet and appeared in a dark and gloomy corridor, the walls on both sides mottled and scattered, showing the traces of the erosion of time.

"Where is this?" Leon wondered.

He took two steps towards the corridor, and suddenly his eyes were round in surprise.

In front of the corridor, a stone door appeared, heavy and dilapidated, covered with rust stains.

Li Ang reached out and touched the stone door, it was cold and hard, and he couldn't feel the material.

This stone door, which may not exist, is made of virtual items.

"Strange, why is it designed as a false stone gate?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, walked along the road, and after turning the corner, he found several other stone doors, all of which were solid, bronze or metal, all covered with traces of the vicissitudes of time.

"It looks like it's the same everywhere, it's just a different décor."

Li Ang muttered a few words, bypassed the sixth stone door, and found that the front suddenly opened up.

It's a huge clearing that stretches across the canyon to the horizon and is elevated.

On the other side of the clearing there are two small houses, with a kitchen and toilet on the first floor and a small warehouse on the second floor.

There were several wooden boxes on display in the warehouse, and Leon walked over to open them, and found that they were full of all kinds of tools, shovels, hammers, nail rakes, sickles, and hammers...... There are also various blades such as axes, hooks, forks, etc.

"It seems that the residents of this town like to chop wood and do farm work."

Leon pursed his lips and closed the box.

Suddenly, he noticed some planks piled up in the corner, which seemed to be used to tie things up.

Leon walked over to look and found a small fluffy ball hidden in a crack in the plank.

The plush balls seem to be smothered, curled up into balls, and occasionally flutter.

Leon crouched down, trying to poke the furry ball awake, but at this moment, the vision rose sharply.

A faint mist of light imperceptible to the naked eye spreads out, enveloping the small furry balls, making them even more crystal clear, like a brilliant diamond.

This wisp of light swirled around the small hairy ball, constantly increasing its power, causing layers of runes to appear on the surface of the sphere, like stars intertwined.

Between the changes of light and shadow, the furry ball gradually split into three pairs of wings as thin as cicada wings, crystal clear, a total of nine pairs.

"Wings?!" Leon's pupils constricted.

Isn't this the "wing" of Achilles in "The Words of the Sages"?!

He jerked his head and stared at the stele, shocked.

The inscriptions engraved on the surface of the stele are constantly flowing and changing, and the shape is twisted and strange, like tadpoles, combined into mysterious patterns.

Leon stared at the pattern, and an inexplicable throbbing appeared in his heart.

Is that...... A virtual world map of mountains, rivers and mountains!

In Li Ang's mind, a picture scroll appeared, countless mountain peaks stood on the top of the mountains, endlessly, as far as the eye could see.

He could clearly see every peak and river, and even the plants, flowers, birds, and beasts covered on each peak.

When Leon turned his head again, his vision returned to its original blurred state, leaving only a hazy gray outline.

He was stunned for a moment before he realized that his soul had entered the virtual world of "Words of the Sages".

In Leon's field of vision, a mountain range towered majestically, silvery-gray with a faint metallic texture, as if some unknown mineral had solidified.

He took a closer look and saw that the plants on the mountain range had all become very luxuriant, leafy, and vibrant.

At this time, there is a magnificent building rising from the top of the mountain, about three zhang high.

When Leon looked closer, he found that the building was made entirely of rock, and the surface was covered with large and small potholes and cracks, which was obviously very old.

The interior of the building is empty, with mirror-smooth floors that seem to have just been renovated.

Leon looked around and saw a row of stone stairs winding down.