Zhang Xukun held his hands in his sleeves and looked up at the sky.
As a real spiritual beast in ancient times, the giant turtle can be used as a tribal totem by the Xuanyuan family, which shows its mystery.
Even if the big turtle is just a stone statue, over time, it will always indicate some secrets.
Two beams of light bursting out in one night may mean that something important happened today, affecting the past, present, and even the future.
Is today an extremely important time node? Zhang Xukun's right thumb moved back and forth on the other four knuckles. His eyes became clearer and clearer, as if he had figured something out.
But soon, he loosened his fingers in frustration.
I can't forget it anymore. It would be good to live for another two and a half years. At least I can take care of Da Zhou for a few more years.
There were some secrets that he didn't need to figure out anymore, he already knew enough.
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Eternal time.
The night sky is filled with stars.
Under the starlight, there is a burning bonfire and the Yu clan people gathered around.
A handsome young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was sitting on the dirt.
With a solemn look on his face, he took the bowl of immortal water brought by his tribe.
He held the bowl and stared at the gray liquid in the bowl, wondering what he was thinking.
The tribesmen gathered around him had complicated expressions, and no one urged the young man.
After a few breaths, the young man held the bowl and drank the Dengxian Water in one gulp. He narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered something.
People from the Yu clan began to dance strange dances around the boy and pray for him.
Less than half an hour later, the young man's delicate face turned black and blue. His right arm was pressing his heart tightly, and his left hand wanted to grab something from his body.
The young man seemed to be in great pain, and his posture became more and more weird. Finally, the young man looked up to the sky and shouted angrily, reaching out to grab the stars.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the boy's flesh and blood exploded and shattered, leaving only severed limbs and arms and a cloud of blood mist.
The gathered tribesmen let out a series of slightly numb exclamations, and some people shed tears and covered their faces in pain.
"Five hundred and three, failed."
The head of the Yu clan looked numb, his eyes filled with sadness, and said the result in a deep voice.
"Time is running out..." An old and hoarse voice followed the cold moonlight, and an old man with heavy eyes appeared in front of everyone.
"Clan Lord." Some members of the Yu clan saluted one after another, and the clan leader stood up and bowed.
"There aren't many people left." The old man with double eyes sighed:
"If this continues, all of our clan members will be dead before we can reach immortality.
go!
Let Xuanyuan bring that mirror! "
"Yes." A tribesman took the order and ran towards the Xuanyuan clan under the cover of night.
Under the night, blood and fire share the same sorrow.
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It lasted for eternity like a long night, in the forbidden area of Butian Pavilion, among the ancient trees in the green forest, the old man with double pupils sighed.
His eyes retracted, and his memory receded like a tide. The starry sky he looked up was so different from what it was ten thousand years ago, and the stars were too dim.
Under the starry sky, he sat next to an ancient tree, as small as a firefly.
The double pupils trembled in his eyes, and he looked at the distant Ancient Emperor Heavenly Immortal Dynasty, and he finally smiled kindly.
"The clan master will see you soon, Ah Wu."
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The palm-sized bronze mirror was constantly getting hot, and the broken mirror surface that could not reflect a human figure was broken like a spider web.
The next moment, the bronze mirror shattered into small fragments as clear as glass.
The fragments slipped from the messy piles of clothes, and pieces floated towards Zhao Wujiang and Xuanyuan Jing, who were in a state of upheaval.
Zhao Wujiang was alert. He hugged Jing'er and turned around, blocking Jing'er behind him. Thunder arcs flashed in his palms, and he grabbed the fragments floating towards them.
Unexpectedly, these bronze mirror fragments directly passed through the dragnet in Zhao Wujiang's palm, penetrated Zhao Wujiang's flesh and blood, and shot towards Xuanyuan Jing behind him.
The next moment, the fragments of the bronze mirror shone like stars in the dust and penetrated into Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows.
Xuanyuan Jing was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
"Jing'er." Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows were filled with anger, anxiously checking Xuanyuan Jing's current situation.
Those bronze mirror fragments were like mud oxen falling into the sea. After they got into the center of Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows, there was no trace left. Even Xuanyuan Jing didn't feel anything unusual.
