After a long time, Ning Que gradually woke up from the shock, but his emotions were still complicated.
It was also the legendary Unknown Place. The Back Mountain of the Academy only gave people a sense of closeness and warmth, but it did not give people a spiritual impact like this place. He thought that this was probably the difference that Mo Shanshan had mentioned that day. The Back Mountain of the Academy could connect the saints and the secular world, while the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine was indifferent to the secular world.
The Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine had long been abandoned after being buried by the wind and snow in Tianqi Mountain for decades. It looked desolate, and the more spacious and majestic it was, the more desolate it felt. Ning Que thought of the scene when the Devil's Doctrine was still strong, and countless believers knelt on the huge stone beam to worship. He could not help but sigh.
It was hard to imagine that the Desolate Man a thousand years ago could dig such a huge space in the middle of the Snow-capped Peak. Ning Que thought that it was the Tang Empire that drove the Desolate Man out of the Wilderness and to the Cold Region of the Far North. He could not help but sigh and feel a strong sense of pride.
Then, through the magnificent and almost nature-defying architectural space in front of him, he thought of more things. The Devil's Doctrine was not tolerated in the world because the cultivators of the Devil's Doctrine forcibly absorbed the heaven and earth into their bodies, which blasphemed Haotian. The Great Divine Priest of Light, who founded the Devil's Doctrine, let the Desolate Man dig such a space in the Tianqi Mountain that was almost like a miracle. Perhaps he wanted to prove that humans could also have the same ability as Haotian through this place?
In the world where Haotian shone, it was extremely arrogant to use this silent way to express disrespect to Haotian. No wonder the Enlightenment Doctrine was called the Devil.
After standing at the edge of the rock wall and watching silently for a long time, Ning Que helped Mo Shanshan up the stone beam.
The thick stone beam connected the space in the middle of the Snow-capped Peak and finally converged in the distant sky. The stone beam was so wide and thick that it could accommodate four horse carriages side by side. Looking at the impact marks and gravel, it could be confirmed that the rocks that fell from the top of the cave for thousands of years could not break the stone beam. It was even more impossible for the two of them to walk on it.
However, the stone beam was suspended high in the air and there was no shelter around it. The mountain wind whistled and the echoes slowly reverberated, giving people an extremely terrifying feeling. Ning Que looked at the empty world outside the stone beam and listened to the wind in his ears. He felt that his legs were a little stiff. He thought that if he was blown out of the stone beam by the mountain wind, he might have to fly in the air for a long time before falling into the deep and dark underground.
The stone beam leading to the center of the huge space was very long. The two of them walked for a long time, but they had only covered less than one-third of the distance. The palace on the distant suspended stone platform was still as small as a miniature landscape. However, the feeling of insignificance and fear in the magnificent space gradually faded as they walked.
Ning Que and Mo Shanshan walked much faster than at the beginning. He could even spare some attention to look at the scenery around the stone beam, even though the stone beam was completely dark and empty. There was no scenery at all.
Then he noticed that deep lines suddenly appeared under his feet. Those lines were deeply engraved into the hard stone beam and seemed to extend in all directions irregularly. There were extremely small gravel rolling in the lines with the mountain wind.
Ning Que looked at it carefully with the help of the light falling from above. He found that the lines on the stone beams combined to form a very concise painting. The strokes of the painting were clumsy and powerful. It should have been engraved by metal weapons inside the axes and knives. It looked like some kind of ancient rock painting.
The rock paintings on the stone beam gradually appeared in front of them as they walked.
These rock paintings were very large and there were many of them.
The first rock painting was a painting of a monstrous flood.
A man with a blurred face, wearing clothes that looked like a grass skirt around his waist and holding a pick in his hand, stood on the cliff by the flood and roared angrily at the rainy sky.
The second rock painting was a painting of wildfire in the mountains.
Several women with blurred faces, wearing coarse short skirts and holding a basin of water in their hands, stood in the bamboo forest by the wildfire and cried bitterly at the burning wheat fields.
The third rock painting was a painting of heavy snow that covered the sky.
Dozens of farmers with blurred faces, wrapped in thick animal skins and holding all kinds of tools in their hands, ignored the falling snowflakes and silently and attentively repaired the houses.
The fourth rock painting was a painting of the quaking earth.
Thousands of black spots without faces stood in the scarred fields, as if they were burying the dead and saving the living. They did not roar or cry, but continued with their lives.
Every rock painting depicted the anger of Haotian when he descended to the human world. It depicted the pain and struggle of human beings. No matter how blurred the faces of the people in the rock paintings were, they clearly showed the identity of human beings.
The rock paintings on the stone beam were still spreading forward. With the mastery of tools, determination and understanding of nature, human beings became calmer and calmer in the face of all kinds of disasters. Perhaps they were still sad and angry, but no matter what, they survived and lived until now.
Ning Que and Mo Shanshan looked at the rock paintings under their feet as they walked. Their expressions gradually became solemn. Although they could not fully understand or be sure of the real intention of the people of the Devil's Doctrine to carve these rock paintings on the stone beam, as a member of human beings, they would always have some vague feelings.
At the very front of the stone beam, the last rock painting was very simple, with fewer lines than all the previous rock paintings. At the bottom were three straight lines mixed with countless small stone holes, probably representing human beings who had already multiplied and occupied the whole world. Those small stone holes seemed to be the hands of human beings who had raised high in celebration.
Above the three straight lines, the deep stone lines formed a circle and a semicircle.
Mo Shanshan frowned slightly and looked at the simple and incomprehensible patterns under her feet. She thought about what kind of information it contained, but no matter how she thought, she had no clue.
Ning Que stared at the last rock painting, and his hand holding Mo Shanshan trembled slightly. He felt a little cold and vaguely guessed something, but felt that his guess was too absurd.
Unfortunately, at this time in the abandoned Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, there was no time for him to think carefully about these questions of Fauvism, symbolism, and Dali. Even if he wanted to think about it, the scene he saw after leaving the stone beam and stepping on the stone platform suspended in the middle of the Snow-capped Space did not allow him to think about it.
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Countless stone beams converged at this place, forming a natural stone platform. The stone platform floated tens of meters high in the air. The mountain wind whistled in from outside the platform, blowing the dust off the palaces and making them fall to the ground.
There were countless piles of white bones outside the palace, and the floating dust fell through the gaps between the bones and did not fly up again. This process had been repeated countless times over the decades, so a layer of dust about a palm thick had accumulated under the eerie white bones, making people feel that these bones were lying in the river mud.
Walking down the stone beam, Ning Que first saw the eaves of the Devil's Doctrine, and then the white bones in the dust outside the Devil's Doctrine, and then he could no longer move his eyes away.
When the Devil Sect was destroyed, it was unknown what kind of tragic battle it had experienced. There were so many dead people in the periphery. As time passed, these corpses had already turned into white bones. Only the sharp cuts on them and the scattered bones in the surroundings could prove some of the cruelty in the past.
Ning Que helped Mo Shanshan pass through the pile of white bones, and came to the stone steps near the main hall, and found several complete corpses. The white bones inside the armor were protected by heavy armor, so they did not fall. Some of the skeletons still held their weapons tightly in their hands, and they did not let go for decades after they died.
He had seen too many dead people in his life, and had seen crueler scenes, so he could still maintain his calm, and even squatted down to carefully study these complete corpses. However, Mo Shanshan had never seen such a horrible and cruel scene. Her beautiful face looked a little pale, and she clenched her hands tightly, unable to say a word.
The weapons held in the hands of the dead were obviously extraordinary, and even after decades, they were still cold. Ning Que noticed that there was a strong aura of Talisman on the armor these people were wearing, and he was shocked. He thought that these people must have been the most powerful powerhouses in the Devil's Doctrine in the past.
He stretched out his fingers and gently brushed off the dust on the armor, trying to see the Talisman clearly. However, he did not expect that when his fingertips touched the surface of the armor, there was a crisp crack, and the seemingly indestructible armor instantly cracked!
The crisp sound rang out continuously, and the armor on the former powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine in front of the stone steps all cracked, and the strong aura of Talisman on it dissipated in the air, and could no longer be felt.
The broken parts of the armor were smooth and shiny, and it was obvious that it had been directly cut by a sharp weapon like a sword. Who could use a sword to cut such a strong armor so easily? Moreover, the sword style had not been released, and it had been condensed in the armor for decades, and only suddenly burst out when Ning Que touched it with his fingers today?
Ning Que had his own answer in his heart, and he remained silent.
Mo Shanshan had been shocked earlier, and seeing his silence, she could see that he was somewhat calm. She could not help but feel a little ashamed, and also some other feelings.
The two walked up the stone steps and pushed open the door of the hall.
They went straight to the point, and saw a stone tablet that was as large as a mountain.
This stone tablet seemed to be polished from a whole piece of rock, and its surface was extremely smooth.
"The Wordless Tablet?"
Mo Shanshan was the first to notice the stone tablet, and thought of the legends she had heard, and said in surprise.
Ning Que was vigilantly paying attention to the movements around him, and subconsciously asked, "What is the Wordless Tablet?"
Mo Shanshan said in a daze, "The Great Divine Priest of Light who betrayed Haotian and founded the Devil's Doctrine once said that only time can hear those who know me, and those who sin against me. So when he died, he asked that there be no words left on the tablet, and let the world judge it."
"So the Great Divine Priest of Light is buried under this tablet?"
Ning Que looked up in shock, and then his expression became even more shocked.
Because there were words on the Wordless Tablet.
A line of arrogant words.
"Ke Haoran of the Academy destroyed the Devil's Doctrine here!"
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