In the southwest of Pu Ban City, there was a white stone mountain range. The mountain range wasn't too large, only around a thousand miles from east to west, and three to five hundred miles from north to south. Deep valleys and caves could be found in the mountain range, and few tall trees could be seen. Sparse shrubs were the main vegetation in this mountain range.
There was a deep valley in the center of White Stone Mountain. Ancient pines grew on both sides of the mountain walls. Vines hung from the branches, and Ganoderma mushrooms could be clearly seen on the thick moss near the roots. The whole valley was filled with the fragrance of Ganoderma mushrooms.
Walking forward from the entrance of the valley, after over ten miles of winding path, the valley suddenly became broad and spacious. In front of Ji Hao's eyes was a group of pavilions built with jade-white stones, which were local products of White Stone Mountain.
After experiencing the baptism of countless years of wind, frost, rain, and dew, the once pure white and lovely stone had already become mottled, and the cracks between the stones were covered in moss. At first glance, this expanse of pavilions seemed like bronze that had been soaked in time, and its luster was dim yet thick, and it revealed a simple and ancient aura.
Walking past this group of pavilions, Ji Hao saw a medium-sized cave on the mountain wall at the end of the valley. From time to time, men in black, white, and gray clothes would silently walk in and out of the cave.
Inside the cave was a broad and clean path, with doors on both sides of the path. All doors were cast from bronze, embossed with all kinds of beast heads. All doors were tightly shut, and no one knew what was going on inside, or who was hiding inside.
Abruptly, a door opened, and a white-haired elderly man with a hunched waist reached out his upper body from behind the door. He handed out a roll of dragon-skin, which was still emitting a faint herbal aroma, and said, "A hundred secret dragon-skin scrolls, put them in the file!"
A young man in black clothes showed up from nowhere, took over the dragon-skin scrolls from the elderly man's hands, then quickly walked deeper into the path. The white-haired elderly man murmured, then heavily closed the heavy bronze door.
Walking deeper and deeper into the path, the doors on both sides of the path grew larger and larger, and more and more branches appeared.
Eventually, in the innermost layer of the path, there was an enormous, magnificent palace, which was obviously built with a space-overlapping magic formation.
The floor of the hall was about a hundred miles wide, and the ground was a thick, earthy yellow color, while the round dome was a simple, mysterious, cyan-black color. Upon closer inspection, the floor of the hall was cast from brass, while the dome was forged from bronze.
Countless fist-sized pearls were inlaid on the dome, which was densely covered with all kinds of patterns and spell symbols. Every single pearl was releasing a dazzling light beam that shrouded the ground. The thinnest light beam was around three meters in radius, while the bigger ones were around thirty to fifty meters in radius.
Under each beam of light, there was an iron-wood table of varying sizes, on which were piled thick dragon-skin scrolls. Some of the scrolls were densely covered with dark-red characters, patterns, and talismans. Some of the dragon-skin scrolls were even emitting a faint medicinal aroma, and they were all blank.
Quite a few elderly men and middle-aged men were standing around the tables, holding writing brushes and dipping them into the magic ink, which was made from flood dragon blood, cinnabar, and tens of other rare materials. They were carefully writing on the three-foot-squared dragon-skin scrolls.
Every single one of them had a heavy layer of light sparkling on their hands. Their powers had been ceaselessly merging with the magic ink through the writing brushes. Strengthened by their powers, the magic ink was firmly imprinted on the dragon-skin scrolls, as if they were carvings.
These dragon-skin scrolls were made from a hundred and eight kinds of precious magic herbs, and were especially tough. Knives and axes wouldn't be able to damage them, nor would they be deformed by fire or blisters. All kinds of insects and termites dared not to approach them, unless Magus Kings or powerful beings above the level of Magus Kings destroyed them on purpose. Therefore, these dragon-skin scrolls could be preserved almost forever.
Natural disasters, such as earthquakes, floods, volcanoes, and lightning strikes, could never harm these dragon-skin scrolls, not even a little bit. The humankind spent countless years on these scrolls, and finally decided on these scrolls as the best carriers for preserving the knowledge of the humankind and inheriting the human civilization.
The magic ink, which was also made from a large number of rare materials and mixed with dragon blood, could also survive the erosion of time without fading even a little bit.
Everyone had been writing nervously, but their writing speed was extremely slow. Every single stroke of every single one of them was extra careful and precise. Every single stroke of their hand was like carving a steel ingot with a heavy axe. They tried their best not to make any mistake, because they were afraid that the slightest mistake might lead to a mistake in the future.
A young man in a white flax shirt walked into the hall in a hurry, holding a large pile of well-tanned leather scrolls with both of his hands. He quickly came to the table of a white-haired elderly man and carefully put these leather scrolls on the table.
"The Magi Palace has just sent these over. These are a thousand, seven hundred and eighty-nine improved formulas of antidotes made by the Magi Palace in the recent three months." Said the young man politely, "Every improved formula is at least twenty percent more effective than the old ones."
The white-haired elderly man nodded delightfully and said in a deep voice, "Well done. After the flood comes the plague. The Magi Palace has done a great job by providing so many improved formulas in time. "
A copper plate floated in the air above the palace, on which sat an extremely old man, whose hair and beard were as yellow as the tusks of an old elephant, piled up three feet high beside him. Expressionlessly, he watched the people working down below.
Two young men stood behind the old man, with their eyes sparkling with a faint five-colored light, fiercely looking down at the busy people in the hall.
Extremely faint voices came from the mouths of the two young men, and only the old man sitting on the bronze board could hear them.
"Don't worry, Rock Dragon old man. We will never break our promise to you. You and your offsprings will all enjoy an eternal life, and you will never be attacked by our people. As long as you cooperate with us, seize the supreme power of your humankind, and let our people control the entire humankind, you will definitely be rewarded beyond your imagination. "
Rock Dragon old man looked at the busy people in the hall with a complicated look.
A long, long while later, he murmured to himself, "I am the leader of the human Star Guards. My responsibility, the responsibility of the Star Guards, is to preserve the civilization of the humankind when the humankind is facing a great disaster, so that the inheritance of the humankind can continue. "
"But this time … I have joined hands with all of you to push the human race, which is facing a great calamity, to the brink of destruction." Rock Dragon old man said in a deep voice, "My family has been loyal to the humankind, generation after generation … I … I …"
The two young men grinned weirdly, put their hands on Rock Dragon old man's shoulders, and said, "You did nothing wrong, really, you did nothing wrong. If you don't look out for yourself, the world will destroy you … For yourself, for your offsprings, we've seen too many things like this. It's really not a big deal. "
The two of them still wanted to say something, but a middle-aged man hurriedly ran in and respectfully knelt before the old man to pay his respects.
"Great Ancestor, Emperor Shun is here."
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