Chapter 66: Mountain, River, and Sky Fire

“The torch is passed on, and life never ends!”

Zhou Qingshan muttered to himself.

In the long river of history, a towering figure seems to have crossed the eternal darkness, holding a torch, illuminating the night sky, and becoming the first ray of fire in the eternal night of history.

fire!
fire!
Fire!

Behind the towering figure, countless hands were raised high. The originally dark night sky was instantly lit up by endless flames, accompanied by shouts and cheers that shook the earth.

Mo Yanqiu saw Zhou Qingshan's expression and recalled that she had the same feeling when she first heard the teacher's story. She continued:

"Flame Ancestor, the link between the past and the future, inherited the will of the twelve martial ancestors, and the will of tens of millions of people fought for thousands of years to end the barbaric era, deter the demon gods, and create the first martial arts prosperity of the human race, until the death of Flame Ancestor..."

Zhou Qingshan was stunned and said, "Didn't you say that Yan Zu is a warrior who has reached the third level of heaven? Isn't he immortal?"

The maximum lifespan of Master Zhenwu is five hundred years!
Mo Yanqiu shook his head and said:
"During the three hundred years that Yan Zu intimidated the demon god, he experienced several fierce battles and damaged his origin. When he was five hundred years old, Yan Zu's life was about to end, and the Creation Elixir was useless."

"I told you before that the only person in human history who lived for eight hundred years was Yanzu. The pursuit of ultimate power in the third realm does not increase lifespan," Mo Yanqiu added.

"Moreover, when a warrior fights, his qi and blood burst out, which inevitably damages his essence, so he usually cannot live to his maximum lifespan!"

Zhou Qingshan asked, "Then how did Yan Zu live for another three hundred years?"

Mo Yanqiu glanced at Zhou Qingshan and continued, "I don't know. There are many stories, but the Martial Arts Hall told us the most widely circulated and credible version."

"The elixir of immortality!"

"Elixir of Immortality?" Zhou Qingshan repeated.

Mo Yanqiu explained: "It is said that the demon god is an immortal species, with a lifespan of hundreds of thousands of years, which is longer than the history of the entire human race. Naturally, they are unwilling to fight to the death with Yan Zu and perish together. The demon gods are afraid of death. Thinking that there is only about 500 years, just a nap time, they plan to outlive Yan Zu and then destroy the human race.

The kings of the human race hope that Yan Zu, the pillar of the universe, will support the human race for a little longer!"

She continued:
"At that time, there was a rumor among the human nations that there was a mountain in the ancestral land, the height of which was unknown, and there were three dangers: thunder, strong winds, and blazing flames. On the top of the mountain lived immortal gods who were immortal and lived as long as the sky."

"If someone has a will as firm as a rock and is not afraid of danger, and reaches the top of the mountain, the gods will grant him an elixir that will make him immortal and live as long as the heavens."

“So, the heroes of the human race and various nations went through hardships, along the Mother River, back to the ancestral land, overcame three dangers, and finally reached the top of the mountain, met the immortal gods, and obtained the elixir of immortality for Yanzu.”

"Did Yan Zu eat the elixir of immortality?" Zhou Qingshan continued to ask.

"have eaten."

Mo Yanqiu replied:
"The elixir of immortality is indeed a miracle of nature. Yan Zu is reborn with an infinite lifespan. Holding the supreme divine weapon, he is like the sun in the sky. He fights with his life, fighting one against three, and kills the invading demon gods. The demon gods retreat in fear!"

Zhou Qingshan said: "Since the elixir of immortality is real, why did Yan Zu die in the end?"

"After taking the pill, Yan Zu's blood and qi are as vigorous as a dragon, his will is as strong as the sun, and he is always in peak condition. However..."

Mo Yanqiu paused as he spoke, "When Yan Zu was 800 years old, ten suns appeared in the sky, and the Five Decays descended from the sky. There was no way to avoid it, and no way to delay it. Yan Zu could not defeat the will of heaven, and eventually returned to dust."

After saying that, Mo Yanqiu looked at Zhou Qingshan with a complicated expression. How shocked was she when she read this history in the martial arts hall?

Ten suns appeared in the sky. She had heard something similar when she was a child... But in the story told by Zhou Qingshan, there was a human hero named Hou Yi. He saw ten suns in the sky, burning crops, killing plants and trees, and making life miserable for the people. So he took up his magic bow and shot down nine of the suns!

The ten suns in the story are a kind of innate sacred being called the Three-legged Golden Crow, and are the offspring of the sun and the moon.

She later looked up the information about the "Ten Days Across the Sky", and found that there was only one historical record of this event, so it should be a strange phenomenon similar to the "Thirteenth Month". In the deepest part of Zhou Qingshan's heart, she vaguely saw skyscrapers rising into the clouds, and saw a prosperous and bustling world.

Everything is out of tune with this world.

It is obvious that people of this era did not live in the same period, but there are still some seemingly plausible myths circulating.

But Zhou Qingshan's personality doesn't seem like that of an immortal...

But the extraordinary skill that he awakened at the age of sixteen is truly incredible, and it seems like the method of an immortal no matter how you look at it.

Especially this Cloud Top chessboard world, the strange magic can actually connect such a magical world.

"Ten suns across the sky... Yan Zu... the immortal on the mountain..."

It was also the first time that Zhou Qingshan heard the history of the human race’s barbaric era, and he became more and more confused.

Mountains, rivers, sky, fire.

These are the four totems that people worship the most.
At the end of every year, Shengfeng Territory would hold a sacrifice ceremony by the river outside the spiritual realm. The first purpose was to pray for good weather and peace in the territory, and the second was to guide the lost souls back and reincarnate into the Mother River.

He knew the legends of mountains, rivers, and fire, and that "Heaven" could only be worshipped by kings like the King of Zhao.

There is a "river" near all spiritual realms. Water is the source of life. In the fog, it often represents the "road" and the direction of the spiritual realm.

Mountains crisscross and rivers and lakes are scattered across the land.

In the legends passed down by people, water gives birth to everything and has no end. All water flows are branches of the "mother river".

The endless flowing mother river is like a lush branch, and the spiritual habitat is the fruit nourished by the branch.

Mountains actually symbolize the root of the spiritual realm - the spiritual vein. It is a safe habitat that protects people in the mist and is naturally worshipped.

But in the history of the Martial Arts Hall, he knew that the mountain also represented the ancestral land of the human race, the sky was the god of destiny, and the fire was the incarnation of the thirteen martial ancestors, representing the beginning of civilization.

Ancestral land? A mountain whose height is unknown...

Zhou Qingshan was startled and suddenly looked around. The sea of ​​clouds was rolling and a fairyland was looming in the distance.

A thought suddenly occurred to him: Could this be the mountaintop where the immortal god lived? ! !

Apart from the stories about immortals and gods that he told to everyone when he was a child, he had never heard of the word "immortals and gods" in this world.

The ability of the Cloud Top chessboard is obviously similar to the game in the previous life...

Zhou Qingshan's mind was in a mess. He stared at the distant sea of ​​clouds and pondered for a long time. Finally, he shook his head:
"Forget it, don't think too much about it. It's far away from us anyway."

As he said that, he stood up and walked to the red jade fruit tree, picked up the little flame bird that was sleeping comfortably, and pointed to the fairyland in the distance: "Yanqiu, when the little guy grows up to the point where he can carry people, we will go to that fairyland to take a look."

"I suspect there is an immortal among them."

　Thanks to my book friends, I read what you read too, Broken Sword, 202006, and Man De for voting for me.

　　Thanks to Master Jiubian for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)