Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 208 Past
Shi Fei followed this group of overly enthusiastic fire elves and walked along the lava river into the depths of the cave.

The magma under your feet is rolling endlessly, the hot air waves are blowing in your face, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, as if every step you take is on the edge of a fiery hell.

At the deepest part of the cave, a lava waterfall suddenly appeared before his eyes. The hot lava was like a roaring dragon, carrying billowing black smoke, pouring down from a height, making a deafening roar.

Below the waterfall, an obsidian stone bridge spans the lava river. The bridge surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the flickering flames around it.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry up and catch up!"

“People, hurry up!”

The fire elves urged excitedly, their armillary spheres floating in the magma like guiding lights.

Shi Fei stepped onto the obsidian bridge. The cool feeling under his feet formed a sharp contrast with the scorching hot environment around him.

However, the moment he took a step, the thick black smoke rising from the magma suddenly condensed into an illusion, pulling him into the illusion of long-lost memories.

In the illusion, a burning forest came into view. The flames devoured everything, the trees turned to ashes in the flames, and the air was filled with a burnt smell.

The fire spirit raged in the fire and devoured a man wearing rhino armor. The flames raged on his body, and the rhino armor not only did not provide any protection, but instead became a fuel for combustion, enveloping his body in raging flames.

However, the man did not wail. Instead, he raised his stone axe, pointed it at the burning forest and sky, and cursed as flames raged on his body.

His voice was hoarse but powerful, and his unruly will echoed in the illusion.

Although they couldn't speak the same language, Shi Fei could clearly feel his anger and indomitable spirit - it was a contempt for fate and a fight against injustice.

"Fuck you! God!"

Immediately afterwards, the second illusion unfolded before Shi Fei's eyes.

In the burning village, the flames were like dancing demons, devouring houses, farmland and all life. Thick smoke billowed, flames shot up into the sky, and the breath of despair filled the air.

Even in this purgatory-like scene, there were still many people standing in front of the sea of fire. Instead of kneeling down to beg for mercy, they cursed at the Fire Spirit.

Their voices were hoarse but full of power, as if they were going to tear the world apart with their final roar.

"Come on! Burn me to death!"

"Fuck you! Damn the skyfire!"

The flames devoured their bodies mercilessly but could not erase their will!

One after another, figures fell in the sea of fire, but their roars echoed for a long time, as if telling the fire elves: the flames can burn them to death, but can never make them bow their heads.

The illusions kept changing, and every scene was filled with the same struggle and perseverance.

The ancestors might not be able to resist the flames of the Fire Elves, but their will was like a sharp sword, piercing deep into the core of these fire creatures.

The flames of the Fire Spirits can not only burn everything, but also plunder the souls and memories of living things.

However, when they burned their ancestors to death and absorbed those memories and emotions, they unexpectedly inherited their ancestors' unique fighting spirit!
The kind of belief that "man can conquer nature" and never give in or accept fate!

"Are kings, princes, generals and ministers of different species?"

"He is my father, so I have to listen to him?"

"He is the Creator, so what?"

These cries of resistance were deeply imprinted in the consciousness of the Fire Elves. They began to question their own existence and the authority of their creator, Cthugha. The essence of the flame creatures was distorted by the will of the ancestors. They were no longer just followers of Cthugha, but became new beings.

Cthugha gave them their bodies, and the will of the ancestors gave them their spirits.

Can man overcome heaven?

Can people face irresistible fate?

How will you know if you don’t try?

Fate can defeat me, but it can't break me!
So, they welcomed Shi Fei's arrival.

"You..." Shi Fei's eyes swept across the dancing flames of the lava river: "So you are..."

"We are the flames of the past!" When the fire elves heard Shi Fei's words, all the spirits shouted together, shaking the cave: "Now, let the Creator know our will!"

Shi Fei walked across the bridge, felt the indomitable will of his ancestors, and gained the recognition of the Fire Elves.

On the other side of the bridge, the magma gathered into a vast lake. The red lava rolled in the lake, making a low roar.

A jade dragon soared into the sky above the center of the lake, its body shrouded in thick smoke. Bronze chains extended from all directions, hanging above the lava lake, as if to imprison the jade dragon here forever.

Shi Fei looked through the thick smoke and vaguely saw that the Jade Dragon's spine was composed of jade slips from the Fengshan rituals of emperors of all dynasties. Each slip was engraved with a prayer for "good weather and good harvests", which seemed particularly ironic under the reflection of the magma.

"Man, you have to be careful. It will pull you into..." The voice of the Fire Spirit stopped abruptly, and the scene in front of Shi Fei suddenly changed.

In the thick smoke, he seemed to have traveled through time and space and arrived at the era of the transition from Shang to Zhou. The scene of King Wu of Zhou conquering King Zhou unfolded before his eyes, with horses neighing and swords flashing, but the most eye-catching person was Daji on the high platform.

She was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a beautiful face, but her eyes burned with an unquenchable fire.

Shi Fei instantly understood that the Daji in front of him was not a mortal, but the human incarnation of Cthugha. Every move she made carried a breath of destruction. With a light tap of her fingertips, flames gushed out from the ground, devouring the surrounding soldiers.

King Zhou held a bronze sword in his hand and shouted in the sea of fire: "The black bird of heaven has descended to give birth to the Shang Dynasty! The destiny of heaven is with me!"

"Bullshit!" King Wu of Zhou roared across the battlefield, but his sword could not touch Daji at all. The flames formed an insurmountable barrier around her, and anyone who approached would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

Shi Fei stood at the edge of the battlefield, feeling the destructive force.

He saw a hint of mockery flash across Daji's eyes, as if she was looking down at ants, mocking the insignificance and powerlessness of human beings.

However, at this moment, the shadow of the armillary sphere suddenly appeared above the battlefield, and the light of the Twenty-Eight Constellations fell like a skynet, suppressing the flames raging around Daji.

Jiang Ziya, dressed in black, holds a magic whip and is followed by twenty-eight alchemists.

Each alchemist held an ancient bronze lamp in his hand, with the flames of the fire spirits dancing at the wick. These fire creatures, once regarded as servants by Cthugha, now became sharp weapons to seal his incarnation.

Shi Fei looked at him with a strange expression.

In the Battle of Zhuolu, Cthugha was sealed by the ancestors in the form of Nüba; at the turn of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, this old ruler transformed himself into Daji and caused chaos in the government.

How come this fat guy, Ketuguya, is addicted to dressing as a woman?

Could it be that it was ruined by our ancestors?

(End of this chapter)