[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

When the Flying Dutchman burst out of the sea again, everyone who stepped out of the cabin let out a silent admiration for the scenery they saw.

A huge crystal-like translucent palace complex appeared in front of them:

There are not only oriental-style cornices and Byzantine domes, but also thick and lively ancient Roman walls and Inca-style temples. It feels like the creator of this palace hopes to combine the essence of all the buildings in the world. The income is average.

Everyone looked around, the golden sea of ​​clouds slowly flowed under the crystal palace, and the huge city cast a huge shadow on the clouds.

In the inner lake where the Flying Dutchman was moored, countless mermaids were playing. Several creatures that looked like huge water snakes but had gorgeous tail fins stood up beside the boat and then quickly disappeared under the water surface. The lake was heading towards the other side of the city. It flows slowly on one side, and after passing through a series of cascades of small waterfalls, it turns into water mist with colorful brilliance in the air.

It is as beautiful as a dream but also magnificent. Just being in it will make people feel a sense of pride that "all living beings are under my feet".

In fact, this group of visitors understands that the owner of this palace is indeed qualified to think so.

But only after a short amazement, a small boat carrying passengers and goods slowly sailed towards the pier by the lake.

"Is this in... the sky?"

After docking, a strangely dressed crew member walked to a rock and looked down curiously.

Then he trembled all over, and quickly retracted his head back.

"Does anyone know how this is done?"

"You can imagine this palace as a giant iceberg.

The underwater part of the iceberg is in the Demon Prison, but the master moved the exit from the sea to under the big lake next to you, just above the clouds in mid-air. "

And the question that no one paid attention to was answered in an instant. A girl with a translucent body had come to their side at some point.

"Everyone, welcome to the Ice and Snow Castle."

"Evil spirit?"

Seeing the translucent body of the visitor and the faint smell of blood on his body, one person frowned uncertainly and asked.

"Well, you are right, according to what you say, I should be considered a 'semi-evil spirit' - I am the master's successful but not so successful attempt in the soul realm.

You can call me 'San', that's what the host usually calls me. "

The girl who called herself a "semi-evil spirit" made a quaint curtsy to several people, and then she asked suspiciously:

"Why didn't you see Mr. Jones today?"

"Mr. Jones is... not very convenient today."

The sailor who was trembling from the altitude just now came to Shan's side at some point, showing a smile of "we all know it, so don't go into it".

"Is that right?"

But Shan didn't delve into this impolite answer, she just nodded:

"Then please take the goods sent by Mr. Jones, please follow me."

On the street that is wide enough for a group of people to accommodate dozens of carriages running side by side, the feet are clearly icy but they don't feel cold at all.

From time to time, a squad of werewolf guards in full body armor and long hair walked past them, as if a beautiful woman made of snow nodded slightly to them when they saw them, and at the same time, more furballs with big eyes appeared from time to time. Protruding from the gaps in the doors and windows on both sides of the street, I looked curiously at these strangers I had never seen before.

It was as quiet as if only the howling wind was left, but the city full of inhuman life everywhere made the group a little nervous.

"Why doesn't the lake below freeze?"

When a group of people began to march towards the highest point of the city along the crystal-like road, and received more attention at the same time, as if to ease the atmosphere, a man dressed as a gentleman spoke to Shan and asked:

"I find it difficult to breathe. The altitude here is at least [-] meters, no, it may be [-] meters."

"Seven thousand five hundred meters."

For the gentleman's guess, San nodded.

This altitude is already fatal enough for ordinary people, especially when suddenly coming here from the sea level of the Devil Prison, the huge change in air pressure at that moment blocked countless malicious visitors for the city.

"Then why doesn't the lake freeze?"

The gentleman continued to ask, pointing to the lake below.

"Even if the water is connected to the warm sea water of the Demon Prison, the water surface should be frozen at this position far beyond the snow line, right?"

"That's because of the Eastern Fengshui theory—or a little use of the geographical environment theory, which the owner calls 'local microclimate'.

On the other hand, through years of research on the exit of the Devil Prison, the master deliberately connected the lake surface of this city with countless small demiplanes, or the secret realms you call, because of the constant temperature in those secret realms all year round.This also keeps the port from freezing all year round. "

After finishing speaking, Shan Research led everyone to a huge library and introduced to everyone:

"If there is an opportunity in the future, we can continue to discuss it, but please move now, Her Majesty the Queen is already waiting for you."

When several people walked into the crystal-clear and vast hall, they were immediately shocked by the huge collection of books, and there were not only books, but also bronze figures with marks on their bodies, pictographs and calligraphy written on pottery plates. The oracle bone inscriptions on the tortoise shell are even more illusory, strange characters that keep wandering in the scroll like life.

And next to a strangely shaped globe, a girl with black hair is "struggling" with a thick book - countless black tentacles shot out from the pages of the book are constantly trying to pull the girl in front of her into it, and The girl holding a golden dagger kept flipping through it while cutting off one by one.

No introduction was needed, everyone who came knew who this girl was.

The Lord of All Evil, the Immortal Queen, the Devil who brought the Apocalypse, etc. She is hated and cursed by countless people. She is the devil in the eyes of countless people, but she is also the savior in the eyes of others.

In some eastern countries and regions, she is widely worshiped as the reincarnated Guanyin Bodhisattva.

But one thing is the same, everyone regards him as the uncrowned king of this world, the emperor without crown and empire - Tang Xuening.

After noticing the arrival of a few people, the girl gave up her plan to continue reading, and instead kicked the book in front of her, getting rid of the entanglement of the tentacles.

But Shan skillfully picked up the book that fell in the corner, and disappeared among the huge bookshelves.

"I'm sorry, sorry, this time you are sending..."

The girl fell back thinking about it with apologetic expression, and said embarrassedly while sitting in a solid wooden armchair.

Then she stopped suddenly and asked curiously:

"I remember your name is Be... Beckett?"

This was the first person who came to her back then and was a good-looking Englishman. Even though a long time had passed, the girl still had a general impression.

"It's been a long time, have you been working for Jones all these years?"

"It's been a long time. I remember it's been 65 years and 37 days since we last met. I'm really honored that you still remember me."

Beckett bowed.

"But this time we met again not because I was working for Jones..."

"Then you've taken good care of yourself."

The girl showed a meaningful smile.

"Because I can always meet gifts of friendship from well-meaning people."

Beckett also showed a meaningful smile.

"...In order to be able to face His Majesty in the best condition."

"Then why don't you introduce the next few to me first?"

The girl pointed to the entourage behind Beckett, obviously these were not ordinary sailors.

"...before we started fighting."

"Then please allow me to introduce, this..."

As soon as Beckett spoke, he found that a person had squeezed into his side, and he had no choice but to start the introduction with a toothache on his face:

"This is Mr. Jack Sparrow, the patron of the Goddess of the Sea."

"Jack Sparrow? Barbossa mentioned you to me, dirty and vile worm, the pirate who stole all the treasures of the Pirate Kings from Havana when we were in England."

The girl looked at the weird pirate with smoky makeup and cursed angrily:

"Do you know how long you've delayed my research!?"

"It's my pleasure~"

Jack shrugged his shoulders very embarrassingly, then took off his hat and leaned over to salute.

"This is Mr. Turner, the guide of the dead in the sea, and the current captain of the Flying Dutchman."

Then Beckett pushed Jack away, and began to introduce another person who was blocked by Jack just now.

"For my love, Miss Elizabeth Swan."

The handsome Mr. Turner gently kissed a pendant after drawing his rapier.

"The biggest mistake Davy Jones made in his life was falling in love with someone he shouldn't have."

The girl who knew the role of the "captain" of the ship Flying Dutchman sighed.

From what she knew about Davy Jones, it was almost impossible for these people in front of them to defeat that octopus head without the help of some gods.

Then Tang Xuening almost sighed and said:

"Is it the patron of the sea goddess? This sea goddess, who doesn't know whether to be pitiful or hateful, seems to have lost to her own nature in the end."

"This is Admiral James of the Royal Navy."

Beckett then introduced the last companion who was wrapped in a cloak.

"For justice, and for those who died in the Great Fire of London that day."

Pulling back his cloak, a handsome officer with unusually pale skin and sharp canine teeth drew his weapon.

"For this purpose, even if I have to fall into darkness, I will not hesitate."

"Please think of Indians and Indians before you call yourself 'for justice,' Mr. Vampire."

Regarding James' remarks, the girl countered sharply.

After speaking, she looked at the "old friend" in front of her.

"And you, Monsieur Count?"

"Then please allow me to introduce you to me again."

Beckett also drew his rapier from the civilized battle after saluting slightly.

"I am Governor of South Africa in the British Empire, Earl of Cape Town, 'Beckett the Ageless' (note)."

The author has something to say: I feel that even if I work overtime and get out one chapter a day, the growth of my collection is still very slow...

Single-digit increases every day...

Rolling for promotion...

The name Shan comes from Hayao Miyazaki's "Princess Mononoke". If you feel that this chapter feels a little rushed, please don't be surprised. I have ideas about the establishment of the city and the birth of "Shan" in soul research, but the addition of 5 pops up. a ghost...

Not to mention, if I talk too much, I will be in tears. Who told me to write a derivative, if I don't pay attention, I will be slapped in the face by the original.

Note: In fact, I think the Fountain of Youth is more suitable to be called "Fountain of Consecration".