After Chen Ya left the Stargate Base, the fleet had also left; but the praying hall was still surrounded.
The female priest of the Stargate walked out of the praying hall slowly. Looking at those believers who were blocked in the distance, she knew that the military wouldn't do anything for the time being; but who knew what would happen in the future?
On the distant horizon, the instructors and students of the Military Department of the University of Stargate stood there silently while operating more than one hundred heavy mechas, looking like countless small mountains.
They were not here to suppress the protesting believers; they were here to leave this planet and go to the Scorpion Tail Nebula.
The battleship was loaded into those heavy mechas like a female bird opening its arms, and then it leapt up into the sky and broke through the atmosphere to enter the battleship of a higher state.
The turf that had been repaired a few days ago was lifted up again, exposing the white broken bones underneath.
It was rumored that many corpses of the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter were buried on this patch of prairie. This was indeed true; but those broken bones were white, meaning they belonged to the humans.
If one looked at the praying hall from the battleship, they would see that the white broken bones formed a number.
The battleship turned into a flash of light and disappeared into the dark space. All the teachers and students of the University of Stargate and those protesting believers waved their hands in the direction of the battleship to greet the battleship.
It was said that a space crack had appeared on the Scorpion Tail Nebula, and the Central Star Fleet was gathering the powerful armors to carry out the ablation. They hoped that those brave soldiers could complete their mission as soon as possible and return safely.
The female priest of the Stargate didn't see off the battleship, but looked at the white broken bones on the distant prairie, her face growing paler.
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Was this a miracle or a sign of heavenly punishment?
Similar scenes could be seen in many places in the space. All those who knew the meaning of those numbers were waiting for the arrival of that day.
Those who were good at strategizing and extremely calm had already started thinking about what would happen after that day.
Tong Yan was different from Zhao Layue. He didn't have that kind of blind confidence in Jing Jiu, and he didn't intend to be like Zhao Layue, who would leap up and kill Jing Jiu with his sword if the moment came.
He had come to the old house of the Shen clan after he was fully prepared; so he had to finish the task. The unimaginably large three-dimensional chess game in the pavilion could baffle him for a long time, but it couldn't stop him from advancing.
The old man wearing the conical hat sighed helplessly while looking at the bag on the table. He opened the passage of the formation and led Jing Jiu up the long stone steps, arriving at the house in the deepest part of the cloud and fog.
The door of the house opened without any wind. Tong Yan followed the old man in the conical hat into the house and saw more old men wearing conical hats.
Some old men wearing conical hats were playing Go with themselves.
Some old men in bamboo hats were boiling water for tea, staring blankly at themselves in the cups.
Some old men wearing conical hats were painting on the lattice on the white walls.
Some old men wearing conical hats were painting on the windows on the white walls, Qi.
He believed that if he took off those bamboo hats, he would see the same old, ugly, wrinkled faces.
If they could, they and could they, Qi, the same Star Sect, they would, and the same. If they could, they could, they would see, they see of Wang Sect, they be. would.
If she could sense and appreciate this smell, it might be very helpful to her cultivation. Tong Yan didn't stop and continued to walk deeper into the house.
The old man in the bamboo hat was rather surprised. Following behind him, he asked, "Have you not noticed anything different?"
This sentence was a simple pun, but Tong Yan did not give a literal answer. Instead, she said, "They are all clones."
Clones were not cyborgs, which was strictly prohibited in the Federation of the Milky Way. Though there were no police stations, courts, or ethics committees on this planet, and the grandmasters of Aoyama were the beings above everything else, it was still not right.
There was nothing different in the depths of the house. There were still old people wearing conical hats everywhere. If one were to use their imagination to their heart's content, they could even see this place as a nursing home. The bamboo hat and simple cloth clothes were the uniform of this nursing home.
Walking to the end of the house, Tong Yan saw the huge white wall with gods, demons, dragons, and phoenixes engraved on it, but he still couldn't find the trace he was looking for — the trace of a woman.
There was no mistress in the old house of the Shen family, not even a person with the surname Shen. It turned out that the young master named Shen Yunmai was so lonely and pitiful.
Standing in front of the huge white wall in silence for a while, Tong Yan turned around and walked along the passageway under the wall to a side courtyard.
There was a building with cornices in the side courtyard. The old man who had been following Jing Jiu said it was a museum. It was said that the grandmasters of Aoyama would bring the remains of the distant ancient civilization back to this place for preservation after excavating and restoring them from the ancestral planet.
"That was the real Ming Dynasty, not the era of gods," the old man said proudly, "That was the real root of the human race."
He was different from the other old men in conical hats. He was not a clone but a cyborgs, but he regarded himself as a member of the human race.
It was no wonder that he was intimidated by Tong Yan's handbag in the chess pavilion on the mountain path.
It didn't matter if the old house of the Shen family was destroyed, the great formation outside the house was destroyed, the swordsmen in the State of Inherited Night who were guarding the old house were killed, and the whole planet was destroyed. But the things in this museum couldn't be destroyed.
There were precious relics from the distant ancient times in this museum, which could be paintings, books, video games, or even figurines.
If it were any other time, Tong Yan would have entered the museum and enjoyed it so much that he didn't want to leave. But he had something to do that day, so he turned to the edge of the pool with unimaginable self-control.
There was a small square in front of the museum, with a fountain and a few big trees by the edge of the fountain. There were a few benches between the trees.
Tong Yan walked to one of the benches.
An old man in a conical hat was sitting on the bench.
Tong Yan put the handbag on the ground by his feet and asked, "Would it hurt if I dug out your root?"
The old man lifted his head, his eyes as calm as the pool at the end of the Sword-Washing Stream.
In terms of appearance and body structure, this old man was no different from any other old man in the old house of the Shen family.
But the look in his eyes had explained everything.
Tong Yan could clearly feel that someone was looking at him from a very distant place, through the eyes of this old man.
Without a doubt, that person was the Founding Master of Aoyama, who was far away on the ancestral planet — as expected of a human with the strongest spiritual sense in history, able to transmit his consciousness to this place from countless light years away.
The Founding Master of Aoyama asked, "Where do you get your confidence from?"
Tong Yan said calmly, "I'm the only one left in Zhongzhou School."
The Founding Master of Aoyama was silent for a while, then asked, "What do you want?"
Tong Yan said, "I want your son."
The Founding Master of Aoyama said calmly, "I don't know where he is right now, so no one can find him."
Tong Yan said while staring into the eyes of the old man in the conical hat, "You don't know how to throw stones."
Regardless of whether it was the Founding Master of Aoyama or other ascendants, they would definitely be able to throw a stone out of the atmosphere if they threw it with all their strength. As such, nobody would know where the stone would end up in the universe.
But, everything had a purpose. The Founding Master of Aoyama didn't kill Shen Yunmai directly because he wanted to keep him alive. How could he not have left a way to contact the black battleship?
The Founding Master of Aoyama said, "I set a time for that child to wake up."
"How long?" Tong Yan asked.
"Three hundred years," answered the Founding Master of Aoyama.
After a long moment of silence, Tong Yan said, "I can only hope that he sets an alarm clock for himself."
The Founding Master of Aoyama was interested, asking, "Do you think he left an alarm clock in the old house?"
Sensing the fluctuation of energy in the distance, Tong Yan suddenly said, "I'd like to look for it in peace."
The arrival of a stranger in the old house of the Shen family had alarmed the swordsmen of the Federation of the Milky Way who were guarding the formation.
Countless white turbulence appeared in the blue sky, which was a sign that the physical isolation net was taking shape. Meanwhile, a few powerful energies were on their way. They would reach the top of the mountain in a few seconds.
"Okay, I'll give you half an hour," the old man with the conical hat said and closed his eyes.
It meant that the Founding Master of Aoyama on the distant ancestral planet had accepted Tong Yan's condition.
Many years later, nobody knew whether the Founding Master of Aoyama had made this choice because he was worried that the remains of the human civilization in the museum would be blown up by Tong Yan or because he had entrusted a great deal of his feelings to the old house of the Shen family.
The few powerful energies stopped outside the mountain and didn't approach the old house of the Shen family. They must have received the decree from the Founding Master.
Tong Yan was not satisfied with the situation, because he didn't like looking for something under the gaze of others. As such, he picked up the luggage in his hand.
The few swordsmen in the Inherited Night State in the sky flew away as fast as they could, leaving a few perfectly straight cloud lines behind them. Soon, they arrived outside the planet.
Tong Yan turned around and looked at the childish-looking fountain in the pool. He suddenly shook his head and revealed an innocent smile with the corners of his mouth curling up slightly; then he jumped to the other side of the pool.
He lifted his right foot and stomped on the ground forcefully. The green flagstones on the ground scattered in all directions like a paper shell blown by the wind.
He had been walking in the old house for a long time to explore the formation. Finally, he was certain that this place was the eye of the formation.
As the green flagstones opened, a dark and gloomy passageway was revealed. The water from the fountain dripped down along the cracks of the flagstones, making a dripping sound. The sound of the water and the countdown of the bomb in the luggage merged together in an ingenious way.
He walked to the end of the passageway while carrying the luggage, his clothes fluttering in the wind like a fairy. It didn't take long for him to arrive at the deep end of the mountain.
This was a very large cave. The air was filled with a cold smell, and one could vaguely see a few feet of frost on the stone walls. It was somewhat similar to the Shangde Peak in Aoyama.
In fact, this was just an ice house. There were many plastic bags hanging on the stone walls. They looked like bats that were resting upside down, emitting a strange and terrifying smell.
On the surface of the transparent plastic bags, one could vaguely see that the things inside were humanoid, with a light color of flesh.
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