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This is the absolute truth.

He was just a transmigrator from Earth; the so-called ancient bloodline was nothing but a fantasy to him.

He had just tried to ask the system, but the system knew nothing about it, saying that he should ask the main system, and then ignored him no matter how Chen Guan called out to it.

If one had to find some connection, it could only be attributed to the unknown resonance between the gray energy hidden within him and this space.

"You don't know either?"

An Changqing stood there, stunned. This answer was more difficult for him than any affirmative reply.

The unknown is often accompanied by unpredictable risks.

"I really don't know what ancient civilization I am descended from."

Chen Guan's gaze swept over his teammates in front of him.

"But I can sense that they mean me no harm."

He turned his head slightly to look at the stone sculptures that were still kneeling.

"Not only that, I can also vaguely sense their emotions."

"mood?"

Su Yuehe immediately pressed for answers, her eyes sparkling with a thirst for knowledge.

"What kind of emotion is it?"

"It's surrender, but also anticipation."

Chen Guan carefully considered his words, as he could sense an instinctive driving force emanating from those stone statues.

These creations have waited here for countless years, just to welcome the arrival of a specific person.

Chen Guan could sense that the source of power for these stone figures was exactly the same as his own gray energy.

Gray Energy is likely a power system unique to the Black Wind Civilization during the distant Lost Era.

Perhaps we can ask Baal later; this is the oldest person he has ever known.

As for now, we will not contact Him to cause trouble.

The moment he finished speaking, another unexpected event occurred in the passageway.

The kneeling stone statues took on a new action.

They slowly stood up, their stone joints rubbing together with a rhythmic sound.

The atmosphere in the team instantly became tense.

Hong Yuan immediately gripped the axe handle tightly, and a faint blue halo reappeared at the tip of Yin Chen's staff.

However, these standing stone statues did not show any intention to attack.

They stepped back in unison, lining up on both sides of the narrow stone path, completely clearing the passageway in the middle.

Then they clenched their right fists and placed them horizontally in front of their chests, lowering their faceless heads.

They transformed into a silent honor guard, humbly welcoming their master as he continued his pilgrimage along this sacred route.

"this……"

Hong Yuan stared at the passageway that had been forcibly cleared for her, completely losing the ability to form a coherent sentence.

The kneeling she had just witnessed was already shocking enough, but the current display of respectful welcome exuded a sense of ritual that she couldn't comprehend.

"It seems they are inviting you to continue."

Yin Chen dimmed the light emanating from his staff.

These stone figures cannot speak, but their body language is more moving than any pale words.

This is not a suppression based on strength; it represents a recognition from the rules, under which Chen Guan is the absolute master.

Chen Guan looked at the thick darkness ahead, then turned back to look at his companions behind him, each with a different expression.

He didn't say anything more, just nodded calmly, and then strode into the darkness.

The black panther followed beside him with light steps, its tail held high, walking with a majestic air.

As the saying goes, when one person attains enlightenment, the cheetah ascends to heaven.

An Changqing, Su Yuehe, and others followed closely behind.

The procession continued its march in silence.

The stone statues on both sides have become lifeless sculptures, standing silently on the edge of darkness.

Only the eerie blue light emanating from Yin Chen's shield barely illuminated the black stone path beneath their feet, leading to the unknown.

"Su Yuehe".

An Changqing lowered his voice and leaned close to Su Yuehe's ear to ask.

"What else do you know about the Black Wind Civilization? Are there any further records of their king in ancient texts?"

Su Yuehe shook her head.

Excitement and worry were intertwined on her face.

"There are very few records about this civilization; I have only seen snippets in the margins of some forbidden documents."

As she walked, she recalled the fragmented text.

"All I can tell you is speculation based on those incomplete documents."

She stopped and sorted out the jumbled thoughts in her mind.

"The Black Wind Civilization is barely mentioned in any existing historical records because it is the oldest known civilization. Even its name comes from that peculiar wind."

"The power structure of this civilization is not unfamiliar to us; it practices a monarchy based on bloodline."

"Monarchy? Like the dynasties of ancient times?"

Hongyuan chimed in from the side, asking a question; she was quite familiar with these historical terms.

"Even more stringent than that."

Yin Chen picked up the conversation, his tone tinged with amusement.

Even ancient dynasties rose and fell.

"But what Su Yuehe was talking about was bloodline inheritance, which means that only those with a specific bloodline can become king."

"This power is divinely ordained and inherent; it cannot be taken away by external force."

As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Chen Guan, who was walking at the very front.

"You mean, Chen Guan is the chosen one?"

Hong Yuan's expression turned strange.

"He doesn't look like it."

She remembered that the princes in those novels all had an air of elegance and nobility. In comparison, Chen Guan was too down-to-earth.

"Appearances don't tell you anything."

Long Ao spoke at this moment. He had been walking at the back of the group, his gaze fixed on Chen Guan's back.

"The essence of power is often invisible to the eye; the rules here acknowledge it, and that's enough."

Su Yuehe nodded in agreement.

"Long Ao is right, and this civilization has an even more peculiar aspect."

"They believe in one and only God."

"All the documents mention that the king is the spokesperson of the gods on earth, and the king's bloodline is an extension of divine power."

"Royal power and divine power were highly unified in that era."

"god?"

An Changqing frowned.

"What kind of god? Does he/she have a specific name or record?"

The gods that exist have names and are divided into righteous gods and demon gods. The old demon Baal is the head of the demon gods.

"That's the strangest thing."

Su Yuehe shook her head, a deep look of confusion on her face.

"All accounts refer to this deity as 'that being' or 'the supreme being'."

"Without a name or description, His name itself became a taboo."

"In later documents, the records about this god, along with the civilization itself, completely disappeared."

"Unfortunately, my understanding is probably less than that of a children's picture book."

"A forgotten god doesn't sound like a good omen."

Yin Chen gave a soft snort.

"Generally speaking, if a god is forgotten by his followers, it is either because he has fallen or because he did something that terrified all his followers."

"So much so that they would rather erase everything than mention the gods they once served."

These words made the atmosphere in the team tense once again.