Ancestor: The nanny was thrown out of the house at the beginning

Chapter 517
Ling's follow-up words made Song Haotian's pupils dilate, and he couldn't believe it was true.

In the ancient times, the disappearance of the emperor became the greatest sorrow for all souls.

Therefore, Wan Ling spontaneously knelt down on Gushan for three years, expressing his nostalgia for the emperor.

They longed for the emperor to return one day, but three years later, the emperor never appeared.

That imperial prestige, as if it had never appeared before, no one could sense it anymore.

Until one day, someone suggested that the great achievements of the emperor should be recorded, so that the future world would not forget about the emperor.

This proposal was responded by Wan Ling, and many strong people spontaneously searched for materials and created the Vientiane Space.

But with the emergence of Vientiane Space, all kinds of weird things also happened.

When everyone carved the first mural, that is, the portrait of the emperor, the emperor's facial features could not be carved no matter what.

Every time the murals were carved, an invisible force appeared and wiped away the emperor's facial features.

once, twice...

A hundred times, a thousand times...

Just the first mural that Song Haotian saw, Wan Ling carved it for a hundred years.

Countless times of carving, the result is the same, and the true face of the emperor will be erased.

Just like the emperor, not in the three realms, beyond the five elements.

If it weren't for Wan Ling's worship of the emperor to the extreme, he would have given up the idea of ​​carving murals long ago, and he would never do useless work again and again.

Persistence, sometimes may not be rewarded.

A hundred years later, the emperor's portrait still could not be carved successfully, but the five murals about monsters in 360 were all completed.

This puzzled all souls. They could not accept the most important emperor, and could not record it in the Vientiane space for future generations to worship.

Just when Wan Ling was preparing to carve the emperor's portrait for the first time, the monster in the mural unexpectedly appeared in the Vientiane Space.

The murals seem to come alive, monsters are raging in the Vientiane space, trying to kill all spirits.

All souls despair.

Why the murals came back to life, they don't know.

They didn't know why the emperor's portrait could not be carved.

All they know is that the monster has reappeared, but they no longer have a god.

No one can kill monsters anymore, protect them.

Death, shrouded in all spirits.

As soon as the monsters appeared, they began to slaughter.

Just when Wan Ling was in despair, a sigh echoed in the Vientiane space.

The imperial prestige that had disappeared for a hundred years reappeared.

A yellow bell descended in the Vientiane space, and the monsters were re-sealed into the murals.

In every mural, the figure of the emperor appeared.

The emperor's mural, which could not be carved for a hundred years, took shape in an instant.

"and then?"

Hearing this, Song Haotian couldn't help asking.

This story is like a fairy tale.

Although cultivation is as unbelievable as a myth, compared to the stories described by Ping Ling, cultivation is not worth mentioning.

"No. Then, after the murals were sealed, the Vientiane Space also disappeared, and all spirits were sent back to their original habitats, but even the creatures in the Vientiane Space didn't know what was going on."

"Although there were various speculations afterwards, some people said that the monsters were not extinct, they were reborn with the help of murals at that time, and some people said that the monsters that appeared later were the monsters at the other end of the black hole that Emperor stepped on, and followed Emperor to the Vientiane space... "

"There are constant speculations and doubts. The only thing we can know is that since then, no trace of the emperor has disappeared. Even the bone mountain and the throne he left behind have disappeared like the world evaporated."

When Ling said this, there was regret in his tone.

Not to mention it, even Song Haotian couldn't help but sigh.

A strong man with outstanding grace just disappeared.

No one knows what he experienced and what happened at the other end of the black hole.

"Who on earth are you and why do you know these things?"

Song Haotian asked.

Even Song Haotian didn't know how many thousands of years ago the Primordial Era was.

Ke Ling seemed to have witnessed all this with his own eyes, and he spoke clearly and logically, which made him suspicious.

"I said, I am a spirit."

"As for why I know these things, I actually don't know..."

Ling's voice gradually faded away.

Song Haotian's question seemed to make him fall into deep thought.

Ling kept murmuring.

"Yeah, who am I?"

"And how do I know this?"

"Why am I here?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"What the hell am I!"

Ling's voice went from low to hysterical.

Its state was very strange, and later, the entire Vientiane space began to vibrate violently because of its emotional fluctuations.

It is in a state of madness, searching for its own identity.

"Ling, don't think about it!"

Song Haotian roared.

With Ling's emotional fluctuations, the Vientiane space became unstable.

Countless cracks are densely covered on the wall of Vientiane Space. Through the cracks, Song Haotian felt a breath of death.

Beyond the crack, there is endless nothingness. Even Song Haotian, if swallowed by nothingness, will die on the spot.

"Buzz!"

The bell rang.

The cracks in the Vientiane space began to heal, and the power that destroyed everything disappeared.

The roar of the spirit disappeared, and its state returned to calm.

"I'm sorry, I just lost control of my emotions."

"I don't know why, every time I try to remember who I am, I go into a frenzy. It's as if a piece of my memory has been wiped out of thin air."

Ling opened his mouth slightly weakly.

What it said made Song Haotian startled.

A piece of memory was erased?
What kind of memory can make Ling lose his mind?
That must be a very important memory!
Not only that, but Ling lost control of his emotions just now, and it was because the bell rang that he regained his calm.

As for the source of the bell, Song Haotian can also guess now.

It must be Huang Zhong Dalu who appeared in the Vientiane Space in the story described by Ling.

This bell is related to the emperor.

And the sound of the bell can soothe the soul.

In this way, the spirit should also be related to the emperor.

All kinds of speculation made Song Haotian's curiosity overflow.

Maybe through the spirit, he could know what happened to the emperor back then.

even……

Song Haotian came up with a bold idea.

Ling, could it be the emperor?
Song Haotian couldn't be sure, the ancient times were too far away from him.

What happened in that era is full of fog, and what he knows now is only rare.

"Okay, what you want to know, I've already told you what I can answer. There are still many things I don't know, and I can't tell you even if I know."

"The next step is the most important thing. Do you want to continue to accept the test, or leave here?"

The voice of the spirit is majestic.

(End of this chapter)