Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1083, Ancient Murals

"Okay, I'll get ready now." Li Yahong responded quickly and then asked, "Do you need to bring anything else?"

Wu Heng hesitated for a moment and replied, "No, a plane is enough."

"Understood! I'll arrange it right away, just come over."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Heng put the phone back into his pocket and glanced back.

Four ghosts were controlling puppets, each holding a mobile phone and browsing the forum intently.

From time to time, they would gather together to discuss in a low voice, or ask Xiaoxiao the meaning of some modern words.

After this period of adaptation, the Empress has basically learned the language of this world and can at least read the forum on her own.

"It's time to go. Let's continue watching on the way." Wu Heng turned around and said.

Four pairs of eyes turned to him, and Xiaoxiao spoke first, "Are you going to see your mother?"

Wu Heng put on his coat and straightened his collar as he answered, "Li Yahong said they found a Nuwa temple. It might be a relic of ancient worship. Let's go over there first and then go see your mother when we get back."

"Oh! Let's go out for an adventure. That's great!" Xiaoxiao said happily.

The other three ghosts also nodded.

The group went downstairs and got on an off-road vehicle, driving towards Xinfu City Airport.

After arriving at the airport, the skeleton pilot was already waiting. Wu Heng took the ghosts on the plane and continued to their destination.

……

The plane slowly landed at the destination airport.

As he stepped off the gangway, several staff members came up to greet him. The middle-aged man in the lead extended his hand and shook Wu Heng's, saying respectfully, "Chang Bin, the airport manager. Welcome, King Yama."

Wu Heng smiled slightly, "You're welcome, just call me by my name."

"Would you like to rest for a while or set off immediately? The fleet is ready." Chang Bin still maintained a humble attitude.

Wu Heng’s current identity is not just Yama Palace.

Now he is the leader of mankind, and the Lingqi Church is the only orthodox religion recognized by the Dawn Alliance.

But he is not just an ordinary base leader.

"I can go there by myself." Wu Heng walked towards the door.

Chang Bin followed beside him and said tactfully, "The terrain in this area is complex, and it's difficult to pass without a local guide."

Wu Heng raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the road here might not be easy to walk on.

"Thank you so much, let's go now."

"Please follow me." Chang Bin stepped aside to lead the way, and the two walked out of the airport side by side.

The convoy started slowly and headed towards the vast mountains in the distance.

……

After getting off the bus, you will see an area that has been developed into a tourist attraction.

The bluestone road winds forward, with towering ancient trees on both sides and weeds more than half a person's height.

As Chang Bin led the way, he explained to Wu Heng, "According to local legends passed down from generation to generation, Nuwa was born right here. Before the end of the world, thousands of tourists and believers came here every year to make pilgrimages. The incense was extremely popular and the place was bustling."

Wu Heng nodded slightly and listened to him quietly.

Unlike tourist areas in other places, the people here firmly believe in the existence of Nuwa and still hold grand sacrificial ceremonies every year, continuing some religious traditions.

When I was watching videos, I could also see some corresponding videos.

For them, this temple is not just a tourist attraction, but also a sacred place of worship.

They walked towards the main hall, a magnificent classical building with carved beams and painted rafters.

Chang Bin stopped in front of the hall and said respectfully, "Please come in. We won't accompany you. If you need anything, you can contact us at any time."

"Okay." Wu Heng nodded and walked into the hall alone.

The hall is surrounded by colorful murals depicting Nuwa mending the sky and creating humans. In the center stands a statue of Nuwa, with a solemn appearance and flowing clothes, which is different from the image of the ancient deity in Wu Heng's impression.

The goddess floated beside him and spoke softly, "The goddess Nuwa that you created in this era is very different from the one that was circulated in our time."

Wu Heng pondered and said, "Thousands of years have passed. It's good enough that it can be passed down."

"You're right." The queen nodded slightly.

Wu Heng was the first to bow to the statue, and the four ghosts behind him also bowed.

The Queen's was the ancient Sky Fox tribe's etiquette of worshiping gods. Glenda performed an elegant lady's salute, Benny bowed deeply, and Xiaoxiao saluted uprightly like a Young Pioneer.

One person, four souls, five different etiquettes.

It looks a bit messy.

After the ceremony, Wu Heng whispered, "Look around carefully to see if there are any unusual objects, secret rooms, ancient records, or anything like that."

"Okay!" The ghosts dispersed and searched separately.

Wu Heng also paced and carefully examined the murals and beams, trying to capture any clues that might be related to the two worlds.

However, the hall in front of us is really a tourist attraction.

They focus more on being gorgeous and beautiful, and do not save any information they need.

Soon, the four shadows gathered around him again.

Glenda spoke first, "The side halls on both sides are also tourist attractions, and there's nothing preserved."

Penny continued, "I checked the dark room you mentioned. If it's not the lounge where all the junk is, then there shouldn't be any hiding space here."

Then, Xiaoxiao and Niangniang told each other the results of their investigation. In short, there were no major discoveries.

Wu Heng frowned slightly.

Xiao Xiao whispered, "Did we come here... for nothing?"

"Not really," Benny consoled with a smile, "Just think of it as a stroll. The atmosphere here is quite good."

Wu Heng still had some hope in his heart, and he frowned as he looked at the painted dome and walls.

Glenda floated over and said softly, "It's okay, just think of it as bringing Xiaoxiao out for fun."

"Didn't they say there were a few more temples? Maybe we'll find something in the next one." The queen also smiled and comforted.

Wu Heng was silent for a moment, and suddenly something happened.

This place has been renovated many times and no longer looks like it did originally.

If I could take a look at what this place looked like before... would I be able to get the clues I'm looking for?
"Wait a moment!" Wu Heng took out the [Truth Carving Knife].

Four ghosts looked at him at the same time.

It seemed like he guessed what he wanted to do.

Wu Heng concentrated and held his breath, trying to silently recite his thoughts in his mind.

As the thought arose, the carving knife began to move, drawing out complex runes that hovered in the air.

As the final stroke was made, the rune silently seeped into the air.

In an instant, the entire hall began to change suddenly.

Silently, the beams and pillars twisted and deformed, and the paintings faded and then became vivid again, as if time was rapidly flowing backwards.

The light was bright and dark, but in the blink of an eye, they seemed to be in another era and another reality.

……

Outside.

Changbin and the others chatted while they waited and smoked.

"Is that King Yama? He looks too young!"

"Young? Look at his skin, it's even finer than a woman's. I guess it's the physical transformation brought about by the awakening of his superpowers."

"Someone on the forum has already dug up his abilities. They're all just scraps of information, but they're probably accurate. He can summon skeletons, resurrect the dead, and teleport. Some even say he can control fire and lightning..."

"Absolutely reborn, I'm all too familiar with these. They're reborn before the apocalypse, grab all kinds of resources, and then rise up at the apocalypse to start a harem."

"Why haven't I heard of any scandals about him?"

"Doesn't Li Yahong count? Everyone says they usually live together." "What's that? You haven't heard of the leaders of those big bases in the north, they're really something else..."

Everyone was laughing and talking quietly, but suddenly they realized something was wrong.

The Nuwa Temple in front of us twisted without any warning.

The hall, which was originally magnificently renovated and brightly painted, began to change in full view of the public.

The glazed tiles faded to blue-gray, the vermilion lacquered pillars returned to their original wood, the eaves and brackets shrank layer by layer, and the shape of the building continued to regress.

Qing style, Ming style, Tang style... It's as if time was turned back by an invisible hand.

But within a few breaths, the entire temple had completely changed.

An ancient, rugged primitive building covered with animal bones and pottery symbols stands before you, desolate and silent.

“…Fuck, what’s going on?”

"Did we...travel through time together?"

"King Yama must have done something!"

"Oh my god, it's a miracle! The Lingqi Church says he is a god, it's true..."

Everyone's eyes widened, their faces filled with horror and disbelief.

At the same time, he took several steps back, as if he would evacuate immediately if there was any danger.

……

Inside the Nuwa Temple.

The scene before my eyes has completely changed.

The once renovated temple disappeared, replaced by an extremely ancient, even simple, ancestral hall.

The walls were made of earth and wooden beams, the ground was made of rough stone slabs, and the air was filled with fine dust.

It seems that what Chang Bin said on the road was true. This temple has existed for a long time.

However, after many repairs, its appearance has changed a lot.

Wu Heng and the four ghosts looked around in surprise.

The empress floated closer, glanced at the carving knife in his hand, and asked in disbelief, "You can carve with this knife, and use it like this?"

"I just thought about what was needed. I'm not sure what specific rules it changed, but the effect looks pretty good." Wu Heng looked around.

Xiao Xiao flew over, laid on the side of his shoulder, and said carefully, "This place looks so weird! Is it haunted?"

"We just restored the previous building. Even if there are strange things, it is impossible for them to follow us." Wu Heng said softly.

Then, the four souls of one person continued to look around.

The position of the statue is empty, and it seems that it has not been restored, but the murals on the wall are clearly visible. They are no longer the previous colorful paintings, but long narrative scrolls roughly painted with mineral pigments, but the meaning they want to express is still clear.

Wu Heng and Sihun moved over and watched intently.

The mural unfolds from left to right. At the beginning, a god surrounded by the sun and the moon sits on a throne.

It looks like sitting on top of the clouds.

This is the Nuwa Temple, and the person depicted in this way should be Nuwa herself.

The believers below are bowing down in worship. Their figures are painted very small, with the largest only reaching the calf of the deity, highlighting the difference between gods and humans.

This is followed by a depiction of ordinary people farming, weaving, building houses, hunting and harvesting, a scene of ancient vitality.

Then, Nuwa and other gods appeared on the screen.

Nuwa stood at the back, and in front of her were several people who were slightly smaller in stature but still much taller than ordinary believers. They also looked like gods, or heroes of that era.

Wu Heng fixed his gaze on the depictions of two of the gods: one with a human face and a snake body, holding a stream of water in his palms, and the other with a human face and a beast body, his entire body covered with red lines.

"These two...!" Wu Heng raised his eyebrows.

Beni said at the same time: "Are those the two techniques they drew the ones you practiced?"

As she spoke, everyone's eyes turned to the Empress.

"Ze Yin Shu" is a skill book obtained from the ruins of the Shang Dynasty, and "Lian Ti Jue" was written down by the Empress based on her memory.

She should know something.

The Empress frowned and looked at it carefully, then pondered, "I can't say for sure... but if it's related to them, it's very likely. There have been rumors before that it was the gods who created the career path and gave mortals the opportunity to surpass themselves."

"I think my uncle learned it from me!" Xiaoxiao nodded affirmatively.

Wu Heng also laughed, "No wonder it's so powerful, it must be related to God!"

Glenda continued thoughtfully, "I've been wondering why, while your world's technology is advancing ever more rapidly, allowing us to reach the sky and dive into the sea, the worlds that have preserved magic and skills are, on the contrary, becoming weaker and weaker with each generation of skill development."

After a brief pause, he continued, "Now that you put it this way, it makes more sense. Abilities come from the teachings of the gods. The longer it's been since the gods taught us, the less we can retain, so the power becomes weaker and weaker."

"That makes sense." The Queen agreed.

Wu Heng said, "Let's see first. We may not know how long this rule can last."

One person and four souls continued to look at the next mural.

Nuwa held a scroll in one hand and grabbed a radiating net in the air with the other.

The lion-like beast opposite her was crawling on the ground, as if in submission.

It is said to be a beast, but its body shape is also based on the proportions of paintings of gods. It should be some extraordinary mythical beast or demonic beast.

"That scroll...is it a slave scroll?" Xiaoxiao leaned in to take a closer look.

After she mentioned it, Wu Heng and the other ghosts were also moved.

Although the mural was simple, the shape of the scroll was very similar to the 'Slave Scroll' they knew.

"It's very likely," Glenda analyzed, "that the goddess Nuwa is making a contract with this divine beast."

"But what does it mean to capture the web rays?" Xiaoxiao raised the question.

"Maybe... it's been deprived of some ability?" Benny guessed.

The Queen pondered and said, "I've never heard of a scroll that can take away abilities. It might be something that restricts abilities. If it uses any ability, it will backfire."

After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "It seems this beast has made a mistake."

Wu Heng's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the scroll again.

He had thought about the slave scroll before.

After signing a slave contract, no subjective thoughts that would harm the "master" would arise.

This is like a loophole in the rules.

Moreover, it is a loophole that anyone can use.

Now, if I say that the effect of this scroll is related to the gods, it would make more sense.

It is even possible that the Slave Scroll is an abridged version, and the original version is even more terrifying.

The mural moves to the final chapter: disaster strikes, the sky opens into a hideous gap, the earth collapses, floods rage, and believers flee in panic.

Afterwards, Nuwa returned alone, repaired the sky, controlled the floods, and restored order to the world.

The story seems to end here, and subsequent murals turn to depicting the tribe's daily life of war, farming and hunting.

"No more!" Xiaoxiao pointed.

"It seems that there is no record up to this point." Wu Heng nodded.

Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and asked, "Uncle, can this help us?"

"I think so!" Wu Heng thought for a moment and said, "At least, it helps us understand history better."

With the previous experience of the scenic spot, now seeing the murals recording the gods is also a great gain.

"Oh!" Xiaoxiao nodded.

Wu Heng continued, "Let's spread out and take a look. Is there any recorded technique or something?"

The ghosts dispersed again and started searching together.

(End of this chapter)