The voice was still formed by a strange language. Tang Ling still could not understand it, but he somehow felt the meaning of the words in the language.
Sample, take it away, confirm it.
Is the black object in my hand some kind of sample? Up until this point, Tang Ling did not think that this place was filled with inhuman power or a temple created by God.
On second thought, the entire place was filled with super-advanced technology.
With that in mind, Tang Ling carefully wrapped up the black object and placed it in his backpack. He then picked up the dagger that was attached to the black object with a strange gaze.
How should he put it? The legends of the old civilization had a sword in the stone, but what was this? Would he pull out a hard and black dagger during a battle?
Jokes aside, it was impossible for Tang Ling to use the dagger in battle at his current stage. What happened just now only confirmed one thing.
This dagger was' alive '!
As a matter of fact, Tang Ling had his doubts from the very beginning. The wooden handle, the seamless blade, the natural barbs, and the blood groove made it look like a living thing. It was not man-made.
The forging technology and material science of the Purple Moon era had surpassed the old civilization. Other than the changes in the earth's surface and the formation of all kinds of basic elements to form new minerals, the other biggest reason was the massive usage of biological materials.
What if there was a living thing that was naturally suitable as a weapon?
What if there was a living thing that was naturally suitable to be used as a weapon? After all, he could not forget about the legendary material of the highest tier of weapons.
Although he was not too clear about its characteristics, based on the description alone, Tang Ling believed that it must be something special.
Similar to a living thing and a half-living thing? Who knew? The Purple Moon era made the whole planet a mysterious place.
After putting away the dagger and the black object, Tang Ling's heart was still burning.
He knew the key to collecting the black object was his blood, but what about the rest?
His wound was not healed yet, so he did not mind giving it a try.
However, the result made him want to curse! It was useless. It was useless. Even when he smeared his blood on one of the smaller objects, it did not react at all.
Tang Ling was afraid that he would suffer from anemia.
It seemed like he could no longer keep the things on the shelf. What about the eggs?
They were definitely living creatures. Didn't Wenbu's words confirm this? "I can't hatch it. The egg fluid is highly toxic."
Tang Ling was still young, so he wanted to get two of them out to see if they could hatch.
A few more meant more chances.
On top of that, deep in his heart, there was another thought. He wanted to eat one! This was definitely not a random thought. Even though Wenbu had mentioned that the egg was poisonous, from another point of view, did that not mean something?
This meant that the egg had been broken before. Someone had tried to eat it but was poisoned to death.
Regarding that, Tang Ling's thought was that if the energy was too explosive, it would poison people to death. Those with weak bodies could try eating a Level 3 vicious beast meat. They would definitely explode and die unless there was a unique formula or they had officially started cultivating.
The world was so big. Maybe he could find the formula for this egg? For example, green onion scrambled eggs, tomato scrambled eggs, and so on.
With that in mind, Tang Ling felt a little greedy. He opened his backpack and wanted to take eight to ten eggs.
Tang Ling was not greedy, so he only planned to take eight to ten of them.
The mysterious language could be heard at any time, which meant that surveillance was everywhere. However, eight to ten of them shouldn't touch the bottom line, right?
Tang Ling was just guessing. If it were not for the mysterious voice, Tang Ling would have taken every single one of the eggs in the place.
Then, Tang Ling felt depressed again.
He could not take them away. The eggs were bound by a mysterious force and he could not take any of them away!
Damn it! You let the purple Udy crow steal them away and you won't let me take one?! Tang Ling was extremely upset. He even considered disguising himself as a purple Udy crow and coming in again.
Obviously, the idea did not work because he did not have many Holy Blood Pills. Secondly, who knew what kind of coincidence the purple Udy crow had to go through to steal one of the eggs?
Tang Ling was a little dejected after hearing that.
As far as his eyes could see, other than the eggs, the shelf and the temple that Wenbu mentioned, there was nothing else on display.
It was called a temple, but it was more like a large altar. Two pieces of yellow cloth covered the whole altar, and the shape of the altar was a little strange.
It was octagonal in shape and looked like an abstract Eight Trigrams.
It was made of wood, but the wood was very strange. It had a metallic texture and was made of three different colors.
Was it painted by hand? Tang Ling treated the place as some kind of super-advanced storage room, so he did not feel any reverence for it. He reached out and touched it.
It was a natural color! Was there any tree on this planet that had a tricolored trunk? Obviously not. Tang Ling had never seen it in the records of the Purple Moon era. Of course, it might be because of the limited records in the poor database of Safety Sector No. 17.
Other than that, the tricolored tree seemed to have an unusually tenacious life force. It even had tender branches with black and white leaves on them.
Yes, the black and white leaves intertwined with each other, giving off an indescribable sense of holiness and vitality.
Tang Ling recalled the words in the notebook about the vicious plants, so his hand was itching. He wanted to tear a leaf off and eat it.
However, the moment the thought popped up in his mind, he felt an intense electric shock when he placed his hand on the leaf.
Before he could react, he heard a whooshing sound. Then, black smoke came out from Tang Ling's head and his nostrils, and his hair turned into an afro.
"F * ck!" Tang Ling cursed. He quickly let go of the leaf and rolled seven to eight meters away.
He was cooked. There were at least seven to eight spots on his body that had blisters popping up all over his body.
Fortunately, it was Tang Ling. A normal person would have been severely injured.
Or perhaps, the altar had the ability to electrocute Tang Ling to death in one go. It was just a warning this time, so it did not go all out.
Tang Ling wanted to curse. Who was this unfriendly person? If he did not want to tear the leaf off, he could have just said something. Why did he electrocute me?
However, Tang Ling dared not do so. He stood up, put his palms together, and mumbled, "God bless me. I'm here to pay my respects."
He then shouted, "Jade Emperor, Buddha Tathagata, I'm here to pay my respects."
In the end, after some thought, he made a sign of the cross and said, "Greetings, Lord Jesus."
Is that enough?
As a matter of fact, Tang Ling was not to be blamed. When the inheritance of civilization was severed, the inheritance of religion would also be severed. It was already a testament to his knowledge that he could call out all those names.
After a round of random greetings, Tang Ling sought comfort in his heart. Then, he sneakily went up and quickly pulled the yellow cloth in front of the altar away. He wanted to see what was being worshiped on the altar.
Then, he saw it!
The thing that was worshiped on the altar was not some kind of god. It was not even a human, but a bird!
A purple Udy crow? What a joke! How could it be that thing?
The bird on the altar was half the size of a human. It was as elegant as the red-crowned cranes of the old civilization. Its feathers were green with red stripes, and its beak was white.
At first glance, there was nothing strange about it, but upon closer inspection, the red stripes were like flames that could burn at any moment.
It was just a wooden sculpture, but it gave off a vivid and lifelike feeling, almost as if it had been restored to reality.
The six villages of the grasslands worshiped this bird?
Tang Ling scratched his afro head. He could not figure out what kind of god the bird was or what level of vicious beast it was. It should be powerful, right?
However, this altar was only worshiping a bird. Was there no other secret? Tang Ling carefully inspected the altar, hoping to find some other clues.
His hard work paid off. He noticed that on the back of the altar, there were some pictures recorded.
The pictures were made up of two parts. One part looked like words, but it did not belong to any language system on this planet.
Tang Ling was a sensitive person, so he quickly took out his notebook and recorded all the pictures in it.
The other part of the pictures were all kinds of hand gestures.
The hand gestures were very strange. Some of them were so twisted that they did not seem like something a human could do.
Tang Ling did not know why, but he was deeply attracted by the hand gestures.
He tried to do the simplest one, but after he formed it, there was no reaction.
Could it be that these are some meaningless sacrificial hand gestures? Tang Ling crossed his legs in front of the hand gestures and rested his chin on his hand. He believed that there must be a reason why he was attracted to it.
Should I use my Precise Instinct to analyze it? Tang Ling concentrated and activated his Precise Instinct to observe the hand gestures.
Then, he discovered something different. There were dark lines in the patterns of these hand gestures, as though they were marking the flow of energy!
Could this be the key?
However, in the next moment, Tang Ling realized that his spirit flowed like water in his brain and started to support his Precise Instinct.
It seemed like he had to consume a huge amount of his spirit to see the energy flow.
Tang Ling was decisive. He quickly recorded the hand gestures in his head while he quickly drew the direction of the energy flow in the notebook.
Faster! I must be faster! Even with his robust spirit, he realized that he could not hold on for more than 20 seconds.
Soon enough, blood dripped from his nose onto the notebook. Using his Precise Instinct in this way was even more exhausting than using it to its limit in battle.
Tang Ling's brain was swollen, but he did not want to stop. He knew the chance was fleeting and he did not know how long it would be before he could enter this place again.
However, no matter how strong a human's will was, he could not turn everything around.
After holding on for 23 seconds, Tang Ling's brain buzzed. His mind went blank for a moment before he fell to the ground.
Tang Ling had lost count of how many times he had tried to enter a weakened state after reaching his limit in battle.
However, at this moment, Tang Ling realized that the weakened state when his spirit was depleted was much more torturous than the weakened state when he was in an extreme battle.
The world was spinning and he could not afford to have a single thought. The slightest thought would become a huge burden to him.
Although he still had strength in his body, his brain could not command his body to move. All he could do was lie on the ground quietly as if he was lying on a turbulent sea.
I want to puke! Tang Ling suppressed the urge. He had been in the temple for almost 40 minutes and experienced a few strange things, so he more or less had a sense of reverence in his heart.
Was it not a good idea to puke in such a sacred place?
Half an hour had passed.
Tang Ling was still lying on the ground, but he finally recovered a little. He struggled to grab his backpack and stuffed a strip of vicious beast meat into his mouth.
With the supplement from the vicious beast meat, the swelling in Tang Ling's brain felt a little better.
Ten minutes later, he was able to sit up and think a little.
What are those hand gestures? Judging from the flow of energy behind him, Tang Ling knew it must be some kind of battle technique. Hmm, is it a battle technique to fire energy?
Tang Ling was not too sure, but he had seen high-end battles before. Whether it was Su Siao, Worf, or Qi Jun, all of them would clench their fists in a strange way when they used their talent abilities.
The movement was very subtle and fast. If it were not for Tang Ling's outstanding eyesight, memory, and Precise Instinct, he might not have been able to capture the movement.
Therefore, when he saw the hand gestures, Tang Ling instinctively thought of how they clenched their fists.
Was there a connection between the two? Or could it be that when the energy was fired through the hand gestures, some kind of talent ability would appear?
Tang Ling was eager to give it a try.
However, with his current condition, all he could do was wait because he was not sure if the flow of energy behind the hand gestures was his spirit or his energy.
Seconds turned into minutes as Tang Ling waited patiently, but he did not waste any time. He was learning the hand gestures one by one.
To his surprise, even with Tang Ling's astonishing body control, learning the hand gestures was still very strenuous.
More than an hour later, Tang Ling had only managed to learn four of the hand gestures, and it was still a struggle.
This was because the entire gesture had to be perfectly executed. Once it was executed correctly, the entire gesture would seem to have an indescribable aura.
If it was just the shape, the aura would not have been there.
From an outsider's point of view, it might look like the same hand gesture, but as a matter of fact, the slightest difference in angle would make the hand gestures impossible.
If Tang Ling did not have his Precise Instinct helping him to correct the hand gestures, it would take him at least three days to master even a single hand gesture.
It had been an hour and a half since Tang Ling's spirit ran out.
His spirit had recovered by half, so he decided to test the results of his learning.
Before that, Tang Ling had another thought in his mind. Could he use his Precise Instinct to check on the back of the plate again and record all the hand gestures and the energy flow that he had missed?
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