This situation is unprecedented. At this moment, the villagers gathered outside and looked at the house they had lived in for a long time.

Bai Yurao was also a little confused.

The old village chief was tampering his neck at this moment and said in a loud voice: "Are there any casualties?"

The villagers looked at me, I looked at you, and then someone said, "No, village chief."

The old village chief suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the earth was still trembling slightly. The village chief waved his hand and said, "Let's go and see what happened."

A rumbling sound came from afar, like thunder. The old village chief led his people to walk towards the source of the sound.

Bai Yurao also followed.

Baijia Village is located on a small island in the South China Sea, with a total area of ​​only about 200 to 300 miles.

There are a thousand people from Baijia Village who live on such a small island. They can be said to be self-sufficient and live a wealthy life.

Around Baijia Village, there are undulating mountains, clear rivers and clear springs, and green trees are shaded by spring.

This small island has a beautiful environment, pleasant climate, and is very suitable for human habitation.

This small island is not big, but after they walked for only two miles, everyone's faces changed.

The road ahead of them was cut off by a crack that seemed to stretch across the island, forming an abyss that could not be seen at first sight. At this moment, sea water was submerging the abyss. Soon, almost visible to the naked eye, the surging sea water had spread upwards, and the waves were slapped at the land ahead of them.

The other half of the island was cut off and had already drifted away.

Everyone looked at the originally calm sea, many mountains and islands rose from the bottom of the sea, like ruins that had been sleeping for eternity. They did not go out of the sea and were exposed to the world again.

The rumbling sound continued to echo between the world, and above the entire South China Sea, the waves roared and changed drastically.

Another world, but that's it.

Bai Yurao and the old village chief stood by the island, looking at the countless mountains and islands that appeared in the sea in the day, all of which were stunned.

"What's going on? Dog, don't you have a set of books about 'going into science'? Go and check what kind of natural phenomenon is this." The old village chief turned his head and said to the half-large boy in the crowd.

The dog looked sad, "Old village chief, my house collapsed, and all my books were buried underneath."

The old village chief was stunned.

"Sir Saint, look, what's going on..." The old village chief looked at the omnipotent Saint.

Bai Yurao glanced at him and said lightly: "I have lost my memory."

What?

When the old village chief and the villagers heard this, they were shocked and looked at Bai Yurao in surprise.

"Even if I don't lose my memory, I probably don't know what the situation is going on. I'm good at history and don't study science." Bai Yurao said

This was purely said subconsciously. As for why she felt that she was good at history and did not study science, she herself did not understand.

The Eternal Scroll was very excited, "Yes, Wang, your history is good. It seems that even if the origin memory has not been restored, some things are still instinctive."

Bai Yurao was very happy when she heard this.

They stood by the island for a long time, and only when the night wind blew, the villagers walked back with a sigh, "Oh, our houses have collapsed, and we still have to build a house this time."

Someone said: "What kind of house is built? I think this situation is very weird. How could such natural changes happen? I am really worried that before our new house is built, the island will be flooded by the sea, or overturned by the mountains and islands that suddenly rise from the side."

What this person said makes sense. For a moment, the villagers were silent and a little frightened.

"Saint, what should we do now?" The old village chief turned his head and looked at Bai Yurao.

Bai Yurao frowned and asked Yongheng, "Why do they call me Saint?"

Eternal is also confused, "I don't know much."

Bai Yurao looked at the old village chief, "Sorry, I'm not your saint, you may have recognized the wrong person."

The old village chief and others gasped, "It's impossible, Saint, is your name Bai Yurao?"

Bai Yurao frowned, "That's right. But I don't know you."

The old village chief immediately narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Saint, let's go, I'll take you to our ancestral hall."

Bai Yurao looked at him in confusion and followed the crowd towards the direction of the ancestral hall.

After walking for more than half an hour, they arrived at a stone house. The old village chief patted his chest, "Fortunately, there was no collapse here."

After he said that, he opened the main entrance of the house and Bai Yurao stood at the door and saw many tablets enshrined inside.

There is only one tablet at the highest point.

The old village chief led Bai Yurao in, first put on three incense sticks, knelt on the ground and muttered, "Ancestor, your descendants finally waited for the arrival of the saint. The ancestors blessed us, the spirit master, and the peace and safety of our spirit master."

Bai Yurao looked at the old village chief in confusion and grabbed a word in his words: Spirit-Driving Clan.

After raising the incense, the old village chief stood up and said to Bai Yurao, "Saint, do you still remember Bai Xiuyuan? You traveled through time and space, went to ancient times, saved the life of your ancestors, and saved the entire Spirit-Driving Clan. The ancestors took us to live in seclusion on this small island. Over the years, generation after generation, each of our tribe remembers the words of our ancestors. If one day you have the chance to meet a saint, you will obey the saint."

Bai Yurao looked confused.

The Eternal Scroll called out at this moment, "I remember, Wang, that's right, you traveled through ancient times with Wang Fu and Yan Wulei, and did save Bai Xiuyuan. Bai Xiuyuan was also the ancestor of Wang Fu's mother's family. In other words, these people are Wang Fu's mother's family, and you are all family."

Bai Yurao was stunned. She raised her head and slowly looked at the villagers. This was the first time she had looked at them seriously, especially the old village chief recently. Each of them looked at themselves with sincere and eager eyes. Even, their eyes were honest, and their eyes showed complete dependence and trust in themselves.

Bai Yurao was silent.

Because she didn't understand what her ancestors left behind, generation after generation, thousands of years, how many descendants will remember what her ancestors left behind, so that they can trust and rely on a stranger with all their hearts?

But the people in front of her had warm and simple smiles. Facing such a group of people, Bai Yurao felt a little moved.

Her memory has not yet awakened, and she has no special feelings for these people, but at this moment, facing these sincere people, she suddenly feels at a loss.

"Yongheng, what should I do? Do you reject them?" Bai Yurao couldn't help asking Yongheng.

Yong Heng hesitated for a moment, "Wang, let's not want it anymore. They are their own people. If Bai Xiuyuan had not hidden the world back then, perhaps the history of the Bai family and Yanhuang would be a different situation.

You and Wang Fu were worried that Bai Xiuyuan's survival had changed history. It seems that there is no one. He and his tribesmen all lived in seclusion on this small island and have never broken their promise for more than a thousand years.

It is really valuable to give up the prosperity of the vast world and rely on the talent of the Spirit Controlling Clan to achieve this. If you reject them, what is the meaning of their persistence for thousands of years?"

Bai Yurao now has no past memories, so what she trusts most is Eternal. She will listen to whatever Eternal says, so she nodded and asked, "That Eternal, am I going to leave here and take them out with me?"

Yong Heng was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Wang, do you think you can still leave here now?"

Bai Yurao was stunned.

Yongheng said: "Wang, you haven't noticed that after the earth was shaking and the South China Sea changed, the spiritual energy between the world suddenly became many times more abundant? Moreover, above the sky, don't you feel that there is a force faintly oppressing?"

Bai Yurao woke up and was still a little out of shape. After hearing Yongheng's reminder, Bai Yurao suddenly realized that she raised her head and looked at the sky. Sure enough, a faint pressure spreading above the sky.

"Wang, if I expected this situation well, I would not be able to fly at all, and there would be a change in the sea. How would you leave the South China Sea?"

Bai Yurao blinked blankly, "Yes, how do I leave here? Eternal, is this far away from Wang Fu?"

"King, according to my judgment, this is the South China Sea, very far away from the Emperor Capital. If you have to fly to the Emperor Capital through this sea."

"What is an airplane?"

"A flying tool."

"I actually want a flying tool. It seems that the place where Mr. Wang lives is really far away from me." Bai Yurao was melancholy.

The village chief and others suddenly became stunned when they looked at their saint, with a very complicated expression on their faces.

The old village chief couldn't help but wipe his tears, "Saint, have you remembered your ancestors? The ancestor said that meeting you is the greatest luck for him and the Spirit-Driving Clan."

Bai Yurao came to her senses and looked at the tablet at the highest point, which clearly stated on it, "The tablet of the ancestor Bai Xiuyuan."

Bai Yurao looked at her for a while, and she couldn't remember those memories, but her expression became softer.

She took three incense sticks, lit them, and then turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall.

"Old village chief, do you have a way to leave here? A way to go to the outside world." Bai Yurao asked.

The old village chief raised his glasses on his nose and said, "In the past, he might have tried building a ship by himself, but now..." The old village chief looked at the sudden mountains and islands in the sea, looking a little uneasy.

"Saint, our Baijia Village people have lived here for generations and have never encountered this situation. This is the first time this happened, and we are not sure."

Bai Yurao also fell into deep thought when she heard this, and the old village chief said again: "Saint, we will go wherever you go. From now on, our destiny will be handed to you."

Bai Yurao glanced at him, "Old village chief, don't you think this is not good? It's too hasty."

"No, what our ancestors said is not wrong. Following the saint is the way out for us to control the spirit race." A villager replied.

Bai Yurao stopped talking about the guy and said, "Then let's stay here first today. In the next few days, we will see what's going on in the sea before talking about it."

The villagers agreed, but did not go to build a house. Everyone squeezed into the house that did not collapse and barely spent the night.

The next day, as soon as the sun crossed the horizon, Bai Yurao got up and walked towards the edge of the island.

As a result, when Bai Yurao arrived, she saw that the old village chief had already appeared there.

Seeing Bai Yurao coming, the old village chief saluted immediately, "Saint..."

Bai Yurao stopped her, "Old village chief, don't do this, you are so old."

The old village chief didn't have much politeness.

The two of them looked at the sea together. The fiery red sun was clearly reflected on the sea surface, like a big red disk. They were admiring the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, in the middle of the sea, a soaring water column suddenly shot towards the sky. Immediately afterwards, an extremely huge red beast roared out of the sea.
To be continued...