"This is a scene that really happened six hundred years ago." Meng Xizhou continued: "These dead and dying people are all human ancestors six hundred years ago. They trekked from the distant [Old World]

, during the migration, we encountered an unprecedented source of storm, and I don’t know how many people died for it... Like the fallen ship in the picture just now, there were more than one."

She couldn't see the face of the female emperor on the throne.

But she knew that the Queen of Beizhou would not remain unresponsive.

After a moment of silence, the Queen spoke.

"Where did you get the picture?"

"In the forbidden area of ​​Guangming City, there is a certain 'forbidden library' that has been covered with dust." Meng Xizhou said calmly: "These pictures should not appear in the official history six hundred years later, so Guangming City hid them and used the most original and oldest

The way... I guess these 'secrets' are not secrets in your eyes."

The Queen played with the piece of light and hummed softly.

Words are the most primitive and ancient spiritual carrier.

Sometimes, old doesn't mean obsolete.

So far, this carrier is the best carrier.

Regarding this broken history, Guangming City used "spiritual ancient texts" to completely block it to ensure that it would not be noticed, and at the same time, precious image data could be preserved.

"It's no secret to the highest seat."

The Queen said warmly: "Every god who refines fire has personally been to the [Old World], and has reached very far away... You can only understand this period of history from the forbidden text, but I saw it with my own eyes.

There are those broken ships and the weathered bones of ancient human ancestors.”

When she said this, the Queen's voice was still gentle, with a smile on her face.

If Meng Xizhou made a special trip to Central City just to report the matter to himself.

Then she might be disappointed.

"Yes I know."

Meng Xizhou said softly: "Every god has gone to the [Old World]. A being as great as you naturally knows the unbearable broken history that existed six hundred years ago... But I am not asking to see you today.

I'm not showing off my knowledge, but I want to offer you my unexpected gain, the true and concealed history of the 'Traveler' clan recorded in the Forbidden Library."

The moment the word "traveler" was spoken——

The smile on the Queen's face slowly disappeared.

[Deep Sea] links five continents. Theoretically speaking, six hundred years of human information, technology, and knowledge are stored there... But there are always some things that the highest authority does not want [Deep Sea] to know.

These things have nothing to do with permissions.

The history symbolized by the word "traveler" is the past that cannot be found in the database no matter how hard it is searched.

"Traveler, the owner of the eighth fire."

Meng Xizhou no longer raised his eyes.

She looked at her nose, nose, and heart, and spoke slowly: "For a long time, there have been rumors circulating in the five continents that there is an 'Eighth God's Seat' in the world... Most people think this is nonsense, but

You should know that the rumors about the Eighth God's Throne are very likely to be true."

The seven fire seeds are the power that separated humans from the "Gospel Box" after the giant wall was built.

This is the "official history" recorded in history books.

"The image just now is of the 'Great Migration' six hundred years ago. I think the reason why the parliament banned this period of history is because six hundred years ago, we had extremely high levels of technology."

This news is not good news for today's human society.

After the Great Migration, although humans found a new home, they also suffered a heavy blow.

Past data, technology, and the core data were destroyed along with the giant ship...

What makes people silent is that the vehicles used during the Great Migration can still not be reproduced with today's Beizhou technology. After such a long period of technological development and the leap of [deep sea], today's Wuzhou technology,

Still not as good as ancient humans.

This is a cruel and ruthless reality.

Nowadays, the speed of order collapse is getting faster and faster...

However, the overall scientific and technological level of human society is not as good as before the first year.

Even the ancient humans who developed giant ships are dead... Can today's five continents really resist the increasingly powerful tide of order?

The purpose of blocking history from six hundred years ago is to stabilize people's hearts.

Otherwise, the extraordinary order of the entire Five Continents will be greatly impacted.

At that time, a large number of regressors and capitulationists will breed... The parliament is not united to begin with. Driven by these pessimists, it will only become more difficult to move forward.

"Of course... the point I want to say is not this."

Meng Xizhou paused slightly, raised her palm, and the taboo image reappeared again.

The wind and snow are blowing in the furnace.

The sky above the dead and broken ship six hundred years ago keeps zooming in and out.

Above the gray dome, a "figure" vaguely floated.

In the boundless lead cloud.

The figure was floating like this faintly.

The ancient humans on the ship need to wear special masks to resist the erosion of the source of matter.

But "he" doesn't need... There is a pair of plump wings growing on "him"'s back. Under the gray dome with floating dust, the pair of wings are also particularly gray.

This is not human.

But... another creature.

"During the great migration, in order to ensure the progress of the overall ethnic group, sometimes sacrifices must be made."

Meng Xizhou lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "Many 'people' died because of this. They did not die in the storm, but died in the 'righteousness' of sacrificing for the ethnic group."

"A traveler is a wave that was sacrificed in the tide of history. This is a clan that has been erased from official history. They once kept a fragment of the gospel box... Theoretically, this is the eighth fire.

The predecessor, but before the great disaster, they were abandoned in the [Old World], and the 'gospel box fragments' in their hands were also left in the endless dust."

The Queen silently stared at the goddess of light in front of her.

After Meng Xizhou said the word "traveler", she strengthened the spirit of the Crucible God Realm to ensure that this conversation would not be heard by anyone.

"Where...did you know that?"

The forbidden library in Guangming City hides many secrets, and the secrets are also divided into levels... This level of history should not be seen by Meng Xizhou today.

Before she officially takes over the "fire", no matter how many blessings she gets from the gods, they will only be mortal in the end.

Most importantly, this is what happened in the City of Light.

If Meng Xizhou knew.

Then the high probability is the same as...the God of Light knows that Meng Xizhou knows.

"Don't worry, 'he' doesn't know about this."

Meng Xizhou laughed at himself.

"The scene just now is the spiritual memory left by the first God of Light. At that time, this ancestor was the first batch of 'pioneers' to arrive in the Five Continents. He founded the City of Light and left this secret before his death.

In the forbidden library...the blessing light of the ancestor of light envelopes the library and can erase all detection from the outside world."

"Logically speaking, only those who inherit the throne of light are qualified to read that book." At this point, Meng Xizhou paused again and murmured: "But... I just opened it so simply, without any

Blockage, maybe this is destiny, or maybe it is the approval of our ancestors."

The queen looked directly at the goddess: "Continue."

The history of the Traveler clan is shocking enough.

But... it's not enough.

She respected her as the Seven Gods and smelted fire. After stepping onto the highest seat, most of the secrets in this world became clear to her.

"Do you think... the travelers who were abandoned in the [Old World] are now dead?"

Meng Xizhou was silent for a moment, then asked this question.

She looked up at the snow-shrouded throne of the Forge.

The wind and snow are too heavy.

She couldn't clearly see what the face of the empress who controlled the entire Beizhou looked like at this moment.

But she could hear the sound of the Queen's fingertips slowly tapping the throne handle.

A few seconds later, a calm response came from the throne: "That's the [Old World] there..."

"Not all creatures who fall into the [Old World] will die."

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest." Meng Xizhou bowed his head and said in a long voice: "...just like Pluto."
To be continued...