The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

As Atlas finished his words, the deep hall fell into an eerie silence.

Ai Wanxin gently pushed her chin up and turned to look at Xue Muqing. He had his eyes half closed, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Looking at Fu Meng again, his pupils were slightly dilated, and his entire soul was floating in the air. He was probably doubting what he had said that led to Atlas's long speech.

Speaking of which, Ai Wanxin turned her gaze back to the Ouroboros Ring on the stone wall. Why does this thing look so familiar?

Also, what exactly does this island and Atlas' words mean?

"Snap—" the burning torch on the pillar burst into a small ball of sparks, and the crackling sound broke the stagnant air in the hall.

Atlas turned around and a smile appeared on his handsome face, as if it was a general standard carefully calculated.

"If you can understand this, maybe we can continue talking."

Xue Muqing raised his eyelids and said coldly: "I admit that humans know very little about the universe. What humans can know is only what our eyes tell us. This is the limit of human cognitive ability, but so what? Does that prove that the legend you believe in ever existed?"

"Let's take a step back and say, even if Atlantis really existed, what does it have to do with me?"

Atlas shook his head and sighed, "Major General, if I remember correctly, your base is in Eagle City of your country."

"There is also a civilization in Eagle City whose origin and reason for disappearance cannot be found from an archaeological perspective. I wonder if you have paid attention to it."

Ai Wanxin blinked and remembered that it was a civilization relic called the Tomb of Fear. So far, only a few sacrificial pits had been excavated, and the unearthed cultural relics had shocked the world. There should be no one who didn't know this, right?

Sure enough, Xue Muqing frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Atlas looked far out in the direction of the hall. "The Tomb of Terror is currently believed to have existed between 4500 and 3000 years ago. The people who created the Tomb of Terror civilization lived on the Plateau of Terror for as long as 1500 years."

"Their city-states were highly developed, densely populated, and had frequent social activities. They produced many artifacts and jade carvings that were far superior to the bronze casting techniques of the world at the same time, but they did not leave any written records."

"More than 20 years ago, I once lived in your country for a period of time. During that time, I was fortunate enough to be invited to visit some artifacts in the Tomb of Terror that have not been exhibited to the public."

"If we use the words 'divine' and 'exquisite' to describe those artifacts, it may only show their superb casting craftsmanship. However, apart from that, their shapes are so unique and imaginative, or -" Atlas paused, chuckled, and said, "so unorthodox."

"After leaving Eagle City, I developed a strong interest in that strange, mysterious, and enigmatic prehistoric civilization. Over the years, I have never given up observing, studying, and exploring its mysteries."

"During these years of exploration, I discovered many amazing coincidences."

Atlas stopped and raised his hand to turn the snake-shaped bracelet on his wrist. Ai Wanxin knew that he was waiting for Xue Muqing to respond.

Xue Muqing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "What coincidence?"

Atlas' tone rose slightly, and he was obviously very happy with Xue Muqing's cooperation. He continued, "For example, they did not invent writing, but developed brilliant civilizations. Their residents lived in high concentrations, but they had no writing to record laws, rituals, and skills."

"For example, their state theocracy and monarchy are highly unified. The king of Atlantis is the eldest son of Poseidon, the god of the sea. The king of the Tomb of Terror is someone they believe was chosen by a god from another world."

"For example, although they are thousands of miles apart, they all worship the sun."

"What you are standing on is the most sacred temple of Atlantis, the Temple of the Sun Palace. The most exquisite of the Tomb of Terror is its giant sun wheel and the gold foil of the Sun Bird."

"They may have understood, thousands of years before modern humans, that light might be the most profound truth in the universe."

"The most coincidental thing is that although they left behind relics, they did not leave any tombs or remains, and their civilization disappeared overnight, as if they had never existed in this world."

There was a fiery light flashing in Atlas's dark eyes, and his voice became lowered, which seemed extremely strange and creepy in the empty hall.

"Or maybe none of them died on our planet, and eventually, they found a way to reach the world where the gods lived."

The air was even quieter than before. After a while, Xue Muqing said calmly, "Since we landed on the shore, we have seen high-tech products. I thought the owner of this island was just like the island itself, rational, scientific, and full of wisdom."

He fell silent here, and Ai Wan felt that Xue Muqing was just about to stick the words "crazy" on Atlas' forehead.

The smile on Atlas's face faded, and he raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically: "It doesn't matter. Pioneers are always lonely and alone, just like 99.9% of the people in the world, who are trapped in this stubborn and persistent illusion of the past, present and future."

Xue Muqing didn't say anything else. Atlas had completely lost his patience with them, and his face became as expressionless as a sculpture.

"You guys go, take the communicator with you."

Atlas turned abruptly and strode into the darkness, his white robes flowing with soft light fluttering behind him like wings.

At the moment when the holographic projection disappeared from the shadow of the hall, Atlas's cold voice with a hint of anger came: "You will soon know that I am right."

Why are you angry while talking? Ai Wanxin frowned, as if I just got to the point, why don’t you finish it!

Unfortunately, this was only Xue Muqing's memory. Ai Wanxin could do nothing. She sighed and looked at Xue Muqing and Fu Meng who were silent. "He loves to talk so much. Can't you talk to him more? I feel like he has a big problem."

"Sister——" Jing's voice came from afar, as if wrapped in a bubble, "Sister, wake up——"

The floor tiles and pillars of the hall under his feet suddenly surged and trembled like boiling waves, and a deep black crack appeared on the ground. Just as Ai Wanxin took a step, a feeling of falling and weightlessness suddenly hit him.

She shuddered all over and opened her eyes quickly.

Her five senses returned to their original positions. In front of her eyes was Jing's enlarged, anxious face. At the tip of her nose was the damp and slightly cool night air, mixed with a hint of the scent of grass and trees from Jing's body.

Jing heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that she had woken up. His beautiful emerald eyes curved up, and his cold nose touched hers. He smiled and said, "Sister, if you don't wake up, I'll kiss you."