"Oh..." Bei Ran could only be confused and nodded sternly.

The Anzu Merida dynasty... and the Holy King Michaelius completely confused her. Anyway, Bei Ran only grasped one key point, which was that there was a divine object closely related to time in this temple.

"Do you usually study these things?" Although Bei Ran knew that it was not good to disturb others while reading, she was really bored.

Qing Heng still looked calm and replied calmly: "Not entirely. My interest is in ancient sacred texts. I always feel that there are some ultimate mysteries about the nature of the world hidden in them. Historical knowledge is just incidental background."

"Then you are very powerful. Did you study it all by yourself?" Bei Ran asked, having nothing to say.

"Of course not..." Qing Hengping and Wubo's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness: "My teacher is the most respected scholastic scholar in the temple, but unfortunately he has been killed by that demon..."

"This..." Beiran was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to answer the question.

"Actually, I have always wanted to ask, why do you know the devil in red?" Qing Heng finally raised his head and looked at Bei Ran with clear eyes.

Seeing Bei Ran's bewildered look, Yu Ling simply took over the conversation: "Everyone has times when they are weak. She was just an ordinary girl many years ago."

"It's unimaginable." Qing Heng stared at Yu Ling for a few seconds, and after confirming that he was not lying, he lowered his head again and looked at the jade slip in his hand.

"However, thank you for buying us three months." Qing Heng was silent for a while before adding.

"This is the only thing we can do." Beiran sighed softly: "The ancient divine texts... what exactly is the secret?"

Qing Heng shook his head and said: "I don't have a definite answer. Legend has it that this is a text created by the gods, which is completely different from the text we use today - you should know that the older the time, the more exaggerated words are left to future generations.

and embellished legends rather than solid and credible history.”

"Although some people believe that this is the Anzu Merida Dynasty in order to strengthen their theocratic rule and label the writing they invented as the true god, but no matter what, as the oldest hieroglyphics, the ancient divine writings do have their own special features.

Value and meaning.”

"Yeah, I think so too..." Beiran entered a state of confusion again and could only answer with a dry smile.

Qingheng seemed to have started talking, but of course her demeanor and behavior were still elegant and dignified: "I don't know why, the older and more mysterious things are, the more interesting they are to me. When I first saw the ancient sacred texts,

, I was attracted by it. I think every stroke of it, including every arc, has a different charm. Although no one will understand me, I don’t care.”

Bei Ran seemed to see the sparkle in her eyes, which was a kind of enthusiasm that was close to belief.

"I think it's good. Everyone has their own interests and hobbies." Bei Ran said honestly.

Qing Heng took a deep look at Bei Ran, pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Thank you, few people say this like you, they just think I am unreasonable."

Looking at her smile at this moment, even Yu Ling was a little dazed, not because of Qingheng's beautiful face, but because of her persistence in her ideals and beliefs, as if...she was not a figure in a fantasy, but a real person.

live in the world.

At this time, Lei Mocheng also came back. He didn't know whether he was happy or worried, but he finally smiled bitterly and said: "That kid Ke Pei... It's a good thing that he has been working on it for so long without sleep. Fortunately, he doesn't have a wife, otherwise she would definitely

I’m so jealous of those cold institutions.”

"It seems that Cope is about to crack it?" Everyone understood the implication of Lei Mocheng's words.

"He said it would be done by tomorrow at the latest. I asked him to take a rest, but he refused to listen. It's really caused by obsessive-compulsive disorder." Lei Mocheng said helplessly.

"After all, victory is so close, I would probably go on with all my strength." A temple warrior said with emotion.

"I didn't expect everything to go so smoothly. We will soon be able to reverse time and go back to the past!" Others could not hide their excitement.

"Yes, you can change everyone's fate right away..." Lei Mocheng murmured softly with a complex look in his eyes.

The process of waiting is always painful, especially at such a fateful moment.

Bei Ran spent a lot of effort to enter the state of trance, but Yu Ling seemed not to be affected by the external environment in any way, and just sat cross-legged and went to practice, which made her very envious.

I don't know how many hours had passed, but a hoarse voice suddenly came from outside the stone room: "Everyone... I'm glad you didn't disgrace your orders... I've cleared out all the mechanisms..."

Yu Ling opened her eyes and looked up, only to see a young man with sunken eyes and disheveled hair staggering into the room. He looked like an Internet-addicted teenager who had stayed in an Internet cafe for five days and nights.

"Coppie, are you okay?"

Everyone immediately gathered around him in a hurry, asking questions, supporting others, and handing out elixirs to others. It was completely the treatment to welcome a hero back.

"Next... I'll leave it to you all." Cope's eyes had begun to blur, but he still looked at Lei Mocheng with difficulty: "I saw... that door, but I didn't have the courage to push it open... God's Envoy

Sir, we must succeed. I miss my father, mother and my younger brothers and sisters so much... They were so cruel, leaving me alone..."

Lei Mocheng's vision suddenly became blurry. He raised his head hard to prevent tears from flowing down: "We will definitely succeed! I never lie to others!"

"Well..." Cope had exhausted all his energy, and immediately his body went limp and fell into the deepest coma.

A temple warrior silently carried Cope on his back, very gently, as if he was afraid of waking him up.

"Let's go." Lei Mocheng took a deep breath and took heavy steps.

Every step he takes is very slow, because he doesn't know whether he is moving towards bright and beautiful hope or towards the most desperate abyss.

The corridor outside the stone room is in a mess, and you can see that countless machine parts have been dismantled, which are the results of Cope's several days.

Everyone walked towards the end of the corridor without saying a word, where a heavy stone door stood impressively.

Lei Mocheng walked slowly to the stone door and gently pressed his right hand on it, as if he had turned into a stone sculpture and remained motionless for a long time.

"Lord God Envoy..."

Everyone looked at him silently and did not forcefully urge him. They understood that it took great courage to open the door.

Because no one knows what is behind the door.

Maybe there is that time artifact, or maybe... it's all just a joke.

Lei Mocheng didn't respond. His heart was beating wildly and he was even a little dizzy. Not even a trace of the powerful power at the peak of Guyuan could be used.

But he knew that everyone was waiting for an answer, whether that answer was hope or despair.

Lei Mocheng's right hand was shaking uncontrollably, but he gritted his teeth and pushed open the stone door.

"Zhiqua——"

There was no dazzling light behind the door, but everyone couldn't help but squint their eyes, and then cautiously looked at the scene inside.

The scene is nothingness.

Everyone's eyes suddenly went dark, and they could hardly bear the catastrophic blow, until Lei Mocheng said in a trembling voice: "Look, there is a painting on the stone wall!"

No one can describe the mood at this moment. It is probably like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw and returning to the world from the suffocating abyss.

Lei Mocheng walked into the stone room first. As if he had received an inexplicable summons, he couldn't help but approach the painting.

"How could it be..." When Bei Ran saw the scroll for the first time, he felt a huge frenzy in his heart.

There are only simple red lines on the painting, forming a spiral extending inward in circles, which is the pattern of Wanxiang Bridge.

"No, I feel dizzy..." Bei Ran pressed her temples, showing a look of pain she was trying to hold back.

Don't talk about her this time, Yu Ling was in a daze, as if her whole soul was about to be sucked in by the spiral.

This thing is actually a time artifact?

Yu Ling barely gathered her scattered consciousness, quickly stretched out her hand to cover Bei Ran's sight, and said in a deep voice: "Something is wrong."

"Well..." Beiran felt a little better now, and looked away with lingering fear, no longer daring to look at the spiral scroll: "I, I always feel a little uneasy. Anyway, they have found what they are looking for.

Can we get out of here first?"

"Want to leave? Do you think anyone can leave?"

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded.

Yu Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly turned around and saw Lei Mocheng tearing off the spiral painting scroll with a crazy smile on his face: "I finally got it. From now on, I am the God of Time, even the devil in red is no more."

What a miserable mortal!"

"Master God Envoy, you..."

Everyone stared at him blankly, Yu Ling had already grabbed Beiran's wrist and rushed towards the door of the stone chamber.

He didn't know what happened to Lei Mocheng, but every cell in his body was screaming for danger crazily, and the shadow of death loomed over him so clearly.

"You can't run away..." Lei Mocheng's voice sounded faintly.

"Buzz——"
Chapter completed!