Reflect the world

Chapter 3 The Altar Connecting the World

The hazy fog made the palace look more mysterious. Seeing such a strange scene, Tang Xuanming's uneasiness gradually disappeared.

Step by step, he walked towards the center of the hall. Following his footsteps, the hazy mist gradually dissipated, revealing the high throne in the center of the hall.

By coincidence, Tang Xuanming stepped forward and sat down on the high throne.

boom!
In an instant, there seemed to be countless information pouring into his mind, and he almost fainted, but under a mysterious force, he remained awake.

After a full day, the horrible pain gradually disappeared, and the sweat dripped drop by drop. Tang Xuanming couldn't stop shaking, and it took a long time to really recover.

The long-term pain made it difficult to hide the fatigue in his eyes, but his eyes were bright and bright, with a powerful spirit.

He forced himself out of the hall and came to the grand square in front of the hall. There was a grand altar in the center of the square.

The altar is ancient and mysterious, full of Tai Chi and gossip patterns bred by oriental culture, study the steps one after another, climb up the steps, and finally come to the center of the altar.

Tang Xuanming looked around, there was nothing in the center of the altar, it was empty, and the center was a void that was constantly fluctuating like the surface of water.

Tranquil and profound, looking at the center of the altar is like looking at the boundless void of the universe, and you can deeply feel your own insignificance.

Tang Xuanming turned his head to look at the palace. The magnificent palace is higher than the altar, which should not be the case under normal circumstances.

The altar represents offering sacrifices to heaven, earth and the gods, and is often built extremely high. No temple can be more magnificent and tall than it.

But it is different here, the temple is just a bit higher than the altar, and what is special is that the place where the offerings are placed is just facing the main hall.

It seems that the sacrifices on this altar are dedicated to the owner of the temple.

"Sacrifice is allowed!"

Tang Xuanming murmured to himself full of expectation, and then nervously waited for the altar's reaction, for fear that all of this was just a phantom.

There was a slight wave on the surface of the ancient altar, and a subtle shadow loomed in the center of the altar, which was as clear as a lake.

When I looked carefully, I found that it was a figure, accompanied by the sound of singing in a low voice.

"The Empress Dowager is above, please open your eyes and see, the harsh tyranny has made it impossible for us to survive, please send down the wrath of thunder, and kill the villain Yingzheng."

Chanting-like words sounded in Tang Xuanming's ears, filling his face with joy.

Looking at the altar, he was full of surprises. This simple attempt proved the function of the altar. He no longer worried that it would be difficult to survive in this barbaric era.

"The golden finger is in place, is it still far from me killing the Quartet?"

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but soon he frowned again.

"Yingzheng? If I remember correctly, this seems to be the first emperor to unify the whole of China. The books are the same, and the cars are on the same track. This is a character in my hometown. Where is the altar connected?"

As this curiosity arose, a crystal filament flew out of the altar and connected to his body, and he instantly gained a vision.

"Saw" an old man with a white beard standing in a city built by countless organs. The old man with a white beard has a huge mechanical arm in his right hand.

It's not the technology of the new era in the impression, it's not a mechanical arm made entirely of metal.

It is a mechanical arm made of wood, full of the visual sense of black technology.

The old man seemed to be complaining unconsciously, not realizing that he had inadvertently attracted the attention of a visitor from another world.

Tang Xuanming was extremely concerned about it, and he understood the information of that world in an instant.

"Qin Dynasty, is it the world of bright moon in Qin Dynasty?"

When such a clear understanding arises in my heart, it is accompanied by great joy and an inexplicable feeling.

"There is a sword master Gai Nie who single-handedly beheaded three hundred Qin soldiers who swept across the six countries. In such a world, the strength of martial arts is indeed enough."

Tang Xuanming's complexion was uncertain, and he felt the call from the thread, but he did not choose to obey. After thinking for a while, he still took the initiative to cut off the connection.

He received too much information this day, and he needed time to organize and think about it.

He walked slowly, and returned to the grand and majestic palace, sat on the high throne, resting his chin on his hand, and carefully sorted out the information in his mind.

"I was originally on the earth and suddenly came to such a world. Traveling, is it a thing to travel to a new world? I don't know how many people are in my hometown. I can suppress this matter first and think about it later."

"What is the meaning of the altar and this ancient palace?"

Looking at the place surrounded by endless mist, objects would dissipate only as he walked, like a heavenly palace in the clouds, he thought silently.

"From the information I have received, I don't know why, but I have become the master of this world and have the ability to control this artifact."

"Judging from the temptation just now, this world can allow me to go to many incredible worlds, so surviving in the main world is not so difficult."

"The world I'm in now is undoubtedly a world of high martial arts. Just this unknown tribe puts infinite pressure on me."

"Seven or eight-year-old children are like the legendary Xiang Yu, capable of carrying a tripod, not to mention those adults."

"But such characters have wounds on their bodies, terrible scars. Not only do they have swords, guns, swords and halberds, but also the marks of ferocious beasts."

"The house I live in is still clean and tidy, which shows that the owner of the house has not been dead for a long time. The danger in this high martial arts world is beyond imagination."

"The most urgent thing now is to learn the information of this world. If possible, it is best to get the tribe's practice method, which is what they call the Ant Emperor's method."

"Judging from their conversation, it seems that the Ant Emperor Law has been spread to all the tribes. It is not a hidden practice method, at least children as young as seven or eight years old can practice it."

Tang Xuanming's face twitched when he thought that those seven or eight-year-old children could carry a stone tripod weighing half a ton, and he felt more and more fragile.

"The girl who spoke to me before seems to be very curious. I can use her sympathy to learn more information from her. It would be best if I could know how to practice the Ant Emperor's Law."

After briefly sorting out the situation, Tang Xuanming felt much more at ease, but at this moment he accidentally caught a glimpse of the altar again, and felt an impulse in his heart.

He wanted to answer their call and enter the altar.

"The practice of the Ant Emperor Law requires strength to carry a tripod. This is a threshold. If I can go to the world connected by the altar, I will soon be able to reach this standard."

There was such an impulse in his heart, but he slowly suppressed it. It was his reason that was stopping his madness.

"Now I am just a person in a modern sub-health state. Going to the most legendary Qin Dynasty, the most likely result is to be recruited and die on the battlefield."

"Or I was dragged to build the Great Wall, or to build the Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin. I don't want to try again with Yi Xiaochuan's lessons learned in the mythology. There are too many ways for the Qin Dynasty to die abnormally."

"He can run away with the protagonist's halo, but I don't know it, let the tribe take it now!"

He told himself in his heart that the legends of the traversers killing all directions have been circulating, but no one has seen more traversers who did not rise did not know which corner died, or died in that smelly ditch, becoming A corpse that no one asked.

"In the top martial arts world like the Tribe, just getting a little benefit is the top opportunity for other worlds. Tang Xuanming, please suppress the impulse in your heart."

Such repeated admonitions finally made Tang Xuanming return to the original calm from the ecstasy.

He stared at the altar pattern on the palm of his right hand, feeling refreshed, and returned to the dilapidated stone house again, lying on the cold stone bed, the mountain night was cold, and he couldn't help shivering.

His whole body shrank into a ball, feeling his nose was a bit stuffed, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"A time traveler with golden fingers just now, is he going to catch a cold in this cold night? This is really not a time traveler!"

Originally, he wanted to fight the cold and go to sleep, but he couldn't stand the cold. The cold stone bed reminded him of the warm bed at home.

After tossing and turning for a while, Tang Xuanming got up and got out of bed. He saw a piece of animal skin hanging on the wall of the stone house.

The animal skin has already been tanned, and it feels very comfortable to the touch, and it doesn't look hard. It shines fiery red under the moonlight, and it feels very warm to the touch.

Tang Xuanming took the animal skin and laid it flat on the stone bed, wrapping his whole body in it, feeling comfortable all at once.

No matter how heavy the night cold was, there was no way to invade it. It felt warmer than the velvet quilt at home, so he couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.

This animal skin, peeled off from an unknown beast, was more than enough to wrap Tang Xuanming's whole body in it.

However, after seeing the pet that the hunting captain Paihu raised with a head and shoulder height of more than two meters and a body length of more than three meters, Tang Xuanming was no longer surprised by it, and voluntarily ignored this point.

The sudden crossing and the inexplicable altar made him very excited, but after everything calmed down, mental exhaustion overwhelmed everything, and the raging drowsiness hit him, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

Wild and sturdy savages, beasts standing taller than him, unimaginably huge altars, heavy traffic, and crowds of people on the streets.

Tang Xuanming had a chaotic and complicated dream. The huge impact of the wild age and the civilized age made his dream intricate and complicated.

In the end, he only remembered that he was being chased by a beast as tall as a mountain. He was running crazily, but he couldn't run no matter what. In the end, in his desperate eyes, blood poured down his mouth, and the stench almost suffocated him. gosh.

(End of this chapter)