darknovel Chapter 206 The Ruins Reveal the Nuwa Stone
Chapter 206 The Ruins Reveal the Nuwa Stone
In the second mural, the woman who was squatting by the river stands up.
She stood with her feet firmly on the ground and her hands raised high.
Five giant rocks of different sizes and colors floated above her palm.
Red, orange, yellow, green, and blue.
She pushed the five-colored stone into the shattered sky.
Dark gold lines depict the moment when the five-colored stone flew into the rift in the sky.
Thousands of rays of light burst forth from the interface between the rock and the crack.
The shattered sky was gradually mended inch by inch in the light.
Mo Chengyue stood in the very center of the third mural.
It has come to a complete stop.
His pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints behind the mask.
My heartbeat suddenly became heavy and slow.
Each blow felt like someone was smashing his sternum with a hammer.
Pangu created the world.
Nuwa created humans.
Nuwa mended the sky with stones.
Three murals.
Three scenes.
Three stories.
In its previous life, it was Earth, the Chinese civilization, and ancient mythology.
It's not "similar".
It's not about "similar styles".
It is not "some kind of cross-cultural coincidence".
It is consistent in composition, narrative logic, and core imagery.
Even the five-colored stones used by Nuwa to mend the sky consisted of five pieces.
The colors are arranged in the order of red, orange, yellow, green, and blue.
Even the smallest details are perfect.
He stood at the deepest part of the ruins of an ancient war between immortals and demons in a cultivation world.
Inside a hidden passage that has been sealed by a rotating secret door for countless millennia.
The wall lamp turned on automatically for him.
The crystallized dust beneath their feet proves that no one has set foot here for thousands of years.
And what is carved on the wall.
It is the creation myth of the Chinese civilization on Earth in his previous life.
Mo Chengyue's brain was working at high speed.
Countless questions arose at the same time.
Each one was enough to overturn his basic understanding of the world.
Is there some kind of cross-dimensional connection between the two worlds?
The "ancient times" of this cultivation world and the "ancient times" of Earth.
Are they simply different accounts of the same historical period?
Or perhaps—an even more chilling possibility.
He surfaced from the depths of his consciousness—his "time travel".
Was it not a coincidence from the beginning?
Mo Chengyue stood motionless in front of the third mural.
Ten breaths.
This is for someone located in the core area of ancient ruins.
A dozen or so peak Core Formation experts were engaged in a chaotic battle overhead.
For a Golden Core cultivator with two frozen bodies on the verge of death, the storage bag contained two bodies.
This is an extremely dangerous length of stay.
But he needs those ten breaths.
He needed those ten breaths to calm his turbulent thoughts.
It was all pushed from the surface of the brain into the deepest mental folder in the sea of consciousness.
The folder labeled "We'll talk about it later".
It was already crammed with too many things.
The hardness of white marble exceeds that of known systems.
The "coincidental" triggering of the rotating hidden door.
A bizarre path precisely linked by three "passive choices".
The wall lamps automatically light up as a welcoming mechanism.
Now there's another creation myth of Blue Star and China.
The folder is almost full.
But he forced it in.
Close your eyes.
Breathing slowed.
Open your eyes again.
The gaze behind the mask froze back into ice.
"Now is not the time to think about these things."
He said.
The voice was soft.
But each word felt like a nail hammering into the wall of my brain.
"Yu Jianhuan's wound is worsening."
"Su Qingying's soul is shattering."
"Every extra breath wasted."
"Their chances of survival are one in two."
He raised his hand, his fingertips slowly tracing the leather surface of the close-fitting storage bag at his waist.
It has a rough and realistic feel.
Inside were two people waiting for him to rescue them.
"Whether it's Pangu or Nuwa."
Whether the two worlds are connected or someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes—
His lips moved silently behind the mask.
"Let's talk about it after we've saved their lives."
Mo Chengyue took another step.
He did not linger to study the subsequent murals.
More dark gold images continue to appear on the walls on both sides of the secret passage.
His peripheral vision swept over the fourth, fifth, sixth...
The story in the painting seems to be continuing to unfold.
New scenes and new characters appeared that he couldn't recognize in time.
But he simply quickly captured the compositional information of each image into the depths of his mind.
Scan the archived documents without interpreting or pausing them.
One by one, the wall lamps continued to light up in front of him.
The warm yellow light continued to extend into the depths of the secret passage.
His steps regained their steady and restrained rhythm.
The soles of my shoes sank into the stone bricks, which had accumulated dust over millennia.
It makes a very slight rustling sound.
The air had a crisp, refreshing scent, like that of a mountain forest after rain.
It was even stronger than when he first entered the secret passage.
It wasn't his imagination.
As true essence circulates, one can clearly perceive the concentration of spiritual energy in the surroundings.
It is slowly climbing as he goes deeper.
It was as if the end of the secret passage connected to a space with extremely abundant spiritual energy.
Mo Chengyue kept this change in mind.
They neither slowed down nor sped up.
The Azure Spirit Sword lay quietly at his waist.
Occasionally, a sliver of pale green light would peek through the gap in the scabbard.
The warm yellow light from the wall lamp intertwined with his side.
He was just an office worker rushing to catch the last subway in a strange city late at night.
Even if the "GG" sign on the road is terrifying, you have to wait until you arrive at your destination alive before posting it on social media.
Mo Chengyue maintained a steady and restrained pace as he continued deeper into the secret passage.
The rhythm of the wall lamps lighting up in sequence remained unchanged.
A lamp stands every three zhang (approximately 10 meters), its warm yellow light extending forward.
But the sensation from the stone bricks beneath his feet began to subtly change.
The dust crystal layer is getting thinner and thinner.
It almost disappeared in the last few steps.
Instead, it forms a layer of extremely fine water droplets.
The concentration of spiritual energy in the air is so high that it can be seen with the naked eye.
Each breath felt like swallowing a liquid spring.
The vital energy flows uncontrollably and at an accelerated pace within the meridians.
The Tai Chi pattern on the surface of the golden pill even began to rotate slightly on its own.
He frowned, suppressing the restlessness of the golden core.
He muttered something under his breath.
"With the spiritual energy this concentrated, will we be soaking in a pool of spiritual liquid if we keep going?"
Before he could finish speaking...
The last wall lamp in front lit up.
A warm yellow light illuminated the end of the secret passage.
A complete white marble wall.
There is no door.
There are no gaps.
The walls were as smooth as a mirror.
Dead end.
Mo Chengyue stopped three zhang away from the stone wall.
I did not go forward to touch it.
He first used the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique to scan the wall from all angles.
As a result, his eyelid twitched.
The surface of the stone wall was covered with a very faint film of spiritual energy.
It is not a prohibition.
It is not an offensive formation.
It's more like some kind of... access control.
It's similar to the door on the seventh or eighth floor of the Hehuan Sect's scripture library that only accepts specific tokens.
He took out an empty pill bottle from his storage bag.
After infusing it with true essence, he gently tossed it toward the stone wall.
When the elixir bottle flew to a distance of one foot from the wall.
A ripple silently spread across the thin membrane of spiritual energy.
The elixir bottle passed right through the wall.
They disappeared on the other side of the stone wall.
There was no rebound, no shattering.
Mo Chengyue stared at that wall for three breaths.
"Pass-through access control."
It only blocks spiritual attacks.
"It does not block the passage of objects."
He drew a conclusion, and then added a sentence.
"Or rather—it only blocks things that are 'not allowed'."
He thought for a moment, then took out another one from his storage bag.
A low-grade spirit sword looted from the corpse of a Yunlan Sect disciple.
It was thrown towards the stone wall.
When the spirit sword flew to within a foot of the wall.
It was bounced off by that thin film.
It crashed to the ground with a thud.
A spiritual artifact bearing an aggressive spiritual energy imprint—rejected.
Empty pill bottle – released.
The screening mechanism has been confirmed.
He looked down at himself.
The Azure Spirit Sword, storage bag, Moon Shadow Illusion Pendant, and the remaining concealment talisman.