The Dark Ages

In the northwest corner of God Mine City, in front of an unremarkable mud house, four people, one man, three women, came. It was Qin Tiange and others.

The prophet has been waiting for a long time, everyone please follow me!

A little girl stood in front of the house, she smiled when she saw Qin Tiange and the others, and then led Qin Tiange and the others into the house.

Seeing this little girl, Qin Tiange's eyes flashed brightly, with an expression like that.

Following the little girl into the house, Qin Tiange found that the room was very empty. It was inconspicuous from the outside, but only when he entered the room did he realize that there was a universe inside.

The hut is just a cover, to cover up an underground passage here, and enter it with the little girl.

After walking for about a minute, Qin Tiange and the others finally came to an empty place underground.

Surrounding it are inlaid bright divine stones, all of which are divine ores, exuding a hazy light.

Inside, there was a mysterious figure sitting there cross-legged, with a faint breath and an unfathomable feeling.

Prophet, they are coming.

The little girl took two steps forward, saluted the hazy figure respectfully, with a trace of admiration in her eyes.

That was the Prophet, his whole body was shrouded in a mist, and he couldn't see clearly, but he could vaguely see the old figure.

Eighty-eight thousand and eight hundred years, the old man finally waited for this day on the eve of his death

The voice of an old man came, which surprised Qin Tiange and the others who came here, and looked at the unbelievably old man in front of them.

I saw that the light and mist dissipated, and a man's hair, beard, and eyebrows were gray and eight meters long, scattered all around, covering his body, and looked extremely terrifying.

He is the Prophet, he looks very old, and there is an aura of twilight all over his body, as if he could be weathered at any time, like an old fossil.

The prophet's skin was dry, almost turned into lime, as if there was no blood in it, only a pair of deep-set eyeballs, revealing a super-powerful light of wisdom.

You, know I'm coming? Qin Tiange asked softly.

The old prophet slowly raised his head, the skin on his face was cracked, and a little bit of plaster was scattered, looking very scary.

He opened his mouth slowly,

Say a sentence: The old man is the eighty-eighth generation of the prophet of the human race. Before his death, he can still see our human emperor coming. He will die without regret.

Eighty-eight thousand and eight hundred years, every generation of prophets can only live to this age, today is the day when the old man will die, but suddenly it is calculated that the luck of the family has changed suddenly, and there is a tendency to ride the wind and waves, so, boldly The art of luck expended one's own energy to calculate a hexagram, only to realize that it is the day when our people return to freedom.

The old prophet, as he spoke, two lines of thick blood and tears flowed from his cloudy eyes, and his body gradually weathered.

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Qin Tiange frowned, and raised his hand with a force to restrain the old man who was about to sit down, this human prophet who claimed to have lived for 88,800 years.

We, the survivors of the previous generation of the human race, have been looking forward to the arrival of the emperor all the time for generations, and today it has finally come true, and the old task has been completed. The old prophet muttered to himself.

He looked at Qin Tiange, bowed down slowly, and found out with horror that his lower body had already grown among the rocks on the ground and was connected as one.

This is the rock of flesh and blood, like a fossil. How many years has he not moved?

Qin Tiange's face was full of solemnity, because he sensed that this old man didn't have any strength. He was just an ordinary person, but he had lived for 88,800 years with the old breath of time.

An ordinary person with no strength can live for 88,800 years?

Prophet, how do you know that I am the emperor? Qin Tiange stepped forward and gently supported the prophet.

I saw that the Prophet showed a terrifying smile, and the timid would definitely be scared to death.

He said word by word: My emperor, the prophets inherited by the human race in the past dynasties, all follow the emperor's side, seek luck for the emperor, sort out blockages for the fate of the clan, block diversions, calculate the ups and downs of luck, and the ebb and flow of the fate of the clan. , is the only sacrificial priest beside the Emperor.

It's a pity that this old man can no longer be a priest by your side. He is about to die, but he can pass on the light of wisdom as a prophet.

As he said that, the old man looked at the little girl beside him. Qin Tiange was stunned when he saw it, and asked, Prophet, do you want to pass it on to her?

Could it be that the prophet's lifespan can't be extended? Qin Tiange asked with a frown.

That little girl is too young, how can she take on the heavy responsibility of the prophet of the human race? But the old prophet was not worried at all, instead he smiled and said, Human Sovereign, do you know how old she is?

Hearing this, Qin Tiange was surprised, and instinctively sensed with the power of time, swept across the little girl who had been kneeling quietly beside him, and immediately sensed a message of Shouyuan.

Eighty-eight years? Qin Tiange was taken aback. He didn't pay attention to it before, and thought it was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, but now he suddenly realized that she was eighty-eight years old.

Yes, this little girl lived for eighty-eight years, and followed the previous generation of prophets for a full eighty-eight years, but her appearance remained only twelve years old, which was weird and unpredictable.

My emperor can actually see it? The old prophet was shocked now, staring at Qin Tiange up and down with a pair of wise eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Hahaha, I can't see it, I can't count it, my emperor is a great fortune for my family. The old prophet laughed, looking very excited.

This made Li Luo, You Ji, and Fei Yan look at each other in blank dismay. They didn't know why, and felt that the human race was too mysterious.

How terrible is it that an ordinary person has lived for 88,800 years without any strength at all?

Think about it, generally speaking, among the hundreds of clans in the starry sky, for a clansman who does not practice and has no strength, the limit is to live for a thousand years at most.

Unless you practice and break your fate, you can increase your lifespan, but this human prophet has lived for more than 80,000 years with the body of an ordinary person.

My emperor, don't bother. The prophets of the human race in the past were cursed by the gods and could not practice all their lives. Because the power of wisdom of the prophets is the only existence in the starry sky that can help the clan sort out the fate of the clan.

The old prophet's words made Qin Tiange frown. He didn't believe in any curse, and any fate could be broken.

My emperor, the inheritance cannot be broken. The power of our prophets has no name and no surname. The responsibility of our life is to dedicate ourselves to our clan and the emperor.

Wait! Seeing something was wrong, Qin Tiange organized it immediately, frowned and said, You want to pass it on to her before you die, but why did you bring me here?

My lord, the old man's time is running out, and it will be too late if we don't pass on the wisdom of the prophet. The old prophet's face was shaken with plaster, and his skin peeled off like sand and stone powder.

Seeing this, Qin Tiange focused his eyes, raised his hand and pressed it on the old prophet's old head, and a mysterious force gushed out.

Time and space reverse!

With a low shout, accompanied by a surge of time power, the breath of time in the old prophet's body actually flowed backwards.

Reversal of time and space is to reverse life and death, rejuvenate, Qin Tiange does not want this human prophet to fall like this.

It is a treasure to have such an old man by his side, so naturally he cannot be allowed to die so easily.

However, things are often not as simple as he thought. The old prophet smiled in relief. Although the petrified skin on his face has become normal, he is still sitting.

My lord, don't waste your power. My wish is fulfilled. Let the next generation of prophets assist my lord and worship the fate of the heavens and all races.

As he spoke, the old prophet's body disappeared, gradually becoming a feather, as if he couldn't keep the longevity breath that belonged to the prophet.

Seeing this, Qin Tiange was stunned, withdrew his hand and remained silent, watching the old prophet sitting in front of him helplessly.

Even though time and space were reversed, and he wanted to rejuvenate the old prophet, he still couldn't do it, and there was a mysterious force blocking it.

An ordinary person can live so long because he is so monstrous that even heaven and earth are taboo about that kind of wisdom. Perhaps this is the sorrow of the prophets of the human race.

Can't it really be changed? Qin Tiange looked at the old prophet who had disappeared, only a bright light remained.

That is the light of wisdom, a unique inheritance accumulated by the prophets of all ages, and only the designated next prophet can receive it, otherwise no one will be able to obtain this power.

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With a cry of grief, the little girl fainted as she looked at the sitting old prophet.

Wow!

Sure enough, the light of wisdom flew into the head of the kneeling and crying little girl, as if a brain of supreme wisdom had been integrated into it.

Gradually, the little girl's whole body burst into intense radiance, which was a kind of aura of wisdom.

The inheritance of wisdom will be envied by heaven.

Li Luo muttered to himself, came to Qin Tiange's side, and said softly: In the past, I once saw the first generation of human prophets, who buried a huge family fortune of thirty-six clans for the human race, so that this clan The fate of the family has soared from the humble beginning.

Prophet, there is such an ability, it is the most taboo and hate existence of hundreds of races and even ten thousand races, once given the opportunity, all races in the universe will try their best to kill the prophet of the human race at any cost. Li Luo said seriously admonition.

What she meant was that the Prophet was a human race and dedicated his whole life to the Human Emperor, and the Human Emperor needed to protect the Prophet for the rest of his life until his death, that is, eighty-eight thousand eight hundred years, and then pass it on to the next generation.

At this time, the radiance of the little girl's body faded away, and her twelve-year-old appearance suddenly changed, gradually growing into a mature and beautiful woman.

Originally, her black hair suddenly became snow-white, and there was a faint crystallization of wisdom between her brows. She slowly opened her eyes, revealing a kind of wisdom that can see through the world.

The eighty-ninth generation of prophets, pay homage to my emperor!

The woman knelt down slowly, and solemnly performed the ceremony of an ancient monarch and minister, solemn and solemn, with a trace of grief remaining on her pretty face.