Prehistoric Calendar

Chapter 354 XX...

Wu Ming and Zheng Zha landed on the ground, followed by two saints. Neither of these two saints was a human race. After the two, as soon as they landed, they immediately activated their energy and holy way, and began to clean up the turbulent flow of time and space from the top to the bottom.

From this point of view, although Zheng Zha's strength is much stronger than these two saints, but he has a specialization in the arts. They are much stronger than Zheng Zha in calming the turbulent flow of time and space. Unless Wu Ming makes a move, the two of them are indeed the most suitable here.

At this time, the Pigeon Tribe respectfully said to Wu Ming: "Your Majesty, this place has been cleaned up, but this plane is a little bit bad."

Wu Ming looked at the Pigeon Clan Sage, and the Mud Clan Sage next to him took up the topic and said, "Your Majesty, he was born in the Pigeon Clan and has a very wonderful racial talent. He can hear the narration, so he said this If the plane is wrong, this plane must be wrong."

Wu Ming was even more puzzled. He knew about the two holy races, the Mud Clan. They were not considered powerful, and there was nothing surprising about them. But he didn't know about the Pigeon Clan. There are almost no records left on the earth, and it belongs to the hidden race among the thousands of races.

Among the prehistoric races, some races have always been well hidden. Even during the Great War of Ten Thousand Races, they hardly exposed their racial characteristics. For example, the logic race is a representative of them. The world only knows the career path of the logic race It is the crown of all career paths, known as the strongest, called the Arcanist career path, but what is the Arcanist career path, and even what the logic tribe looks like, how many people there are, and what is their racial talent? , These are not known to outsiders, maybe there are high-level people from the Wanzu who know something, but none of them are widely spread.

The same situation also exists in several hidden races among the Ten Thousand Races. These hidden races usually have one thing in common, that is, their racial talents are very powerful or very unique, and even directly involve the original talents. A strong racial talent means a greater racial defect. This kind of race is both very strong and very weak. If it is not hidden, it will be in danger of being exterminated by other races.

Apparently pigeon family is one of them.

The saint of the pigeon clan said respectfully: "The unique racial talent of our clan is the narration. It may be very powerful or very weak, but it is very wonderful. It is most appropriate to use it at this time."

Wu Ming asked curiously, "What does the narration mean?"

The pigeon family said: "Your Majesty should know that certain things, certain prophecies, and certain information will exist directly on the essence of the multiverse?"

Wu Ming nodded, and the saint of the pigeon family breathed a sigh of relief: "The talent of our pigeon family is to go one step further on the basis of listening to the information of the multiverse, but what it is, in fact, even our race itself does not understand it. Know, we can hear the 'narration', similar to the kind in novels, not spoken by humans, the narration part of the story."

Both Wu Ming and Zheng Zha were a little ignorant, and the saint of the pigeon family continued: "For example, I just came to this plane, and I just heard the narrator say that four more specimens came. Let's not talk about the strength of the two adults. , I and he are both holy places, but they are both called specimens. It is enough to imagine the weirdness and horror of this plane. Normally, I would never enter such a plane, but now I will firmly follow His Majesty behind."

Wu Ming was slightly hesitant, but Zheng Zha said carelessly beside him: "What's the matter, Wu Ming, hate them, hate this world, order this world."

Wu Ming suddenly said angrily: "Are you trying to move my idea of ​​the emperor's authority again? Didn't I explain it to you before? Although I have the authority of the emperor, so far, I am only the one in the dark world." The Human Sovereign of the World Plane, to other planes, I am not considered a Human Sovereign, so you want me to hate the sky, I’m sorry, this kind of thing is suitable for you to do.”

"Yes, is it?" Zheng Zha laughed and touched his head and said, "Even if you praise me..."

"I didn't praise you!!" Wu Ming roared angrily, he looked forward and said: "In short, let's enter this world first, my partner's breath has appeared here, maybe Maybe they're here now."

Just when Wu Ming was about to step into it, the sage of the Mud Clan suddenly said: "Your Majesty, I still have one thing to remind Your Majesty."

Wu Ming nodded, and the holy person said, "Does Your Majesty understand the specific layers of time-space turbulence?"

Wu Ming shook his head slightly, and the holy person said: "We have survived the turbulence of time and space for billions of years, so we still have some experience in the turbulence of time and space. If the entire turbulence of time and space must be described carefully, In fact, its shape is like a conical funnel, the narrower it goes up, the wider it goes down, just like the world saved by His Majesty before, if a plane has complete rules, it will gradually sublimate until the end Everything renews, and it even has a certain chance to break away from this turbulent flow of time and space, but it is impossible now, the Four Elephants guard the four poles, even if the rules are intact, they will never be able to escape from the turbulent flow of time and space.”

"However, at the top of the chaotic flow of time and space, the plane there is basically similar to the real plane, but it is very difficult to get there, even if it is difficult for us to go there, it all depends on chance, and We will also pay attention to maintaining the integrity of the rules there, and basically no battles will be triggered there, after all, it is the only place where us lingering ghosts can feel the truth."

"From the turbulent flow of time and space, the more you descend, the lower the integrity of the plane there will be. After a certain level, some phenomena will occur. We usually call it distortion. Of course, there are other existences that are different. The name, but the general meaning is the same, that is, these planes will show weird situations similar to memes. Although they are not almost unsolvable like memes, the degree of danger will gradually increase as the level decreases. .”

"From top to bottom, we give nine levels of evaluation, the ninth level is the highest point, there is almost no difference from the real plane, and the previous dark world belongs to the fourth level, and our current position belongs to the third level. Level, generally speaking, when the plane reaches the third level, the weirdest plane among them is already equivalent to a world where memes are rampant, and the planes on the first level all belong to this type. The zero level, but that is not a place we can go to, only high-level saints will lurk in it, what is there, what is the situation, we don’t know anything about it.”

Hearing all this, Wu Ming had some confidence in his heart, and he said to the two saints: "You are so honest with me, do you really want to follow me?"

The two saints looked at each other, and they both saw surprises in each other's eyes, and immediately they knelt down, and the pigeon clan said: "Your Majesty, of course we have something to ask for, but the world can learn from following your majesty's heart. After World War I, we..."

"Wait, wait a minute, what battle?" Wu Ming asked in a daze.

The two saints looked at each other strangely, and the mud clan saint said, "It's a battle with XX."

Wu Ming was even more baffled. He looked at Zheng Zha and said, "What kind of war are they talking about?"

Zheng Zha also looked at Wu Ming strangely and said, "War against XX, it sounds awesome... What do you mean?"

"Are you talking about the battle of XX? The battle of Chacha?" Wu Ming asked again with a strange expression on his face.

"What kind of chacha?" Zheng Zha replied with a strange expression on his face, "It's the battle of XX."

"..."

Wu Ming covered his head and said, "No, I've got a meme!!"

(End of this chapter)