The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 166: The aftermath of the corpse transformation and the legend of God.

Roman Empire, Constantinople.

Liang Yue changed into local clothes, cut his hair short, and blended into the crowd.

Clothing changes with the evolution of productivity, and the style of clothing changes in each dynasty.

Liang Yue actually does not reject changes in clothing. The so-called preservation of "Han clothing" does not just mean preserving clothes and hairstyles, but actually expresses that civilization cannot be replaced by barbarism.

The essence of shaving the head and changing clothes is to force civilized people to transform into backward and civilized people in order to allow barbaric rule; attacking clothes is superficial, but in reality it is to destroy the spirit of civilized people.

In the future, with modernization, long hair that is not suitable for industrial production will gradually be replaced by short hair, and clothes will also develop in a simpler direction. This is a relatively benign evolution.

"So dirty..."

Liang Yue's first reaction to this Eastern Roman city was that it was damp and dirty, the road was covered with black mud, most of the pedestrians were unkempt, and the lake was full of dirty garbage.

The sanitation conditions in such large cities with large populations but no sewage treatment facilities are worse than those in small towns, at least they have smaller populations.

night.

The soul leaves the body and surveys the eight directions.

There is no opportunity here, and the church headquarters is also scattered with low-level magic weapons, which are even worse than those Liang Yue practiced himself.

Rising to the white clouds, without stopping, we left Constantinople.

All the way to Western Europe.

A village somewhere in southern Europe.

Dark night, night falls.

Several dark shadows quietly leaped into the village.

These dark figures were wearing cloaks and sneaked into one of the houses.

Squeak!

The door opened silently.

In the pitch-black night, the scarlet eyes of the cloaked man looked very strange.

"Ah……"

The man on the bed accidentally discovered this scene and was about to scream when someone grabbed his neck. The man bared his fangs and bit the man's neck.

A tingling sucking sound was heard.

Soon, the man turned into a mummy.

The shadow quickly sucked all the blood from the mistress.

"what!!!"

There are always mistakes, and the shrill screams spread everywhere.

The men in black started a ruthless killing spree.

Flames shot up into the sky and murderous intent was everywhere.

The villagers fled and were immediately killed by the men in black who caught up with them.

These men in black may not have been exposed to the sun for many years, so their faces are pale, like devils from hell.

A dark-haired boy of about thirteen or fourteen fled into the jungle.

"Vampires, there really are vampires..."

The boy was breathing heavily.

Seeing that the sound of breaking air was getting closer, he simply hid in the bushes, covering his mouth tightly to prevent his breathing from attracting the attention of the man in black.

Wow!
Dark shadows fell from the treetops.

The black shadow looked around and immediately locked onto the boy in the bushes.

"My child, I found you."

The black-clad man's footsteps were slow and heavy, and the sound of them getting closer was like a heavy hammer, stepping on the young man's heart again and again.

The Man in Black has not arrived yet.

A beam of white light descended from the sky, splitting the man in black in half.

The figure fell and stood in front of the body.

"Bloodsucking Magic..."

Liang Yue could tell at a glance the black-clothed man’s martial arts skills.

It was exactly the blood-sucking magic that Gao Yang practiced in the past, but it had undergone different changes in this group of white people.

Gao Yang's magic power can suck blood from a distance, but this group of "vampires" can only suck blood with their mouths. The blood-sucking magic power combined with the demon blood in the white people's bodies can enhance the body's overall quality, but the side effect is photophobia.

"It turns out that Gao Yang fled to this area back then."

The mystery from half a century ago has been solved.

Xiaotian ran out of the woods and sniffed the scent of the man in black.

"Woof woof!" Xiaotian indicated that there was someone in the bushes.

Liang Yue looked towards the bushes.

The young man came out of the bushes and said a lot of gibberish to Liang Yue, but the two of them couldn't understand each other.

"Well, follow me."

Liang Yue motioned to the boy to follow him, just enough time to spend three days learning the local language.

Three days later, the two were finally able to communicate briefly.

"What's your name?" Liang Yue asked.

"Charlie. What about you?"

"Liang Yue."

"Oh, Leon Yoel."

"Yes, Liang...Yue."

"Lee...Yol..."

"Forget it, go cool off."

Time flies, and eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. Liang Yue is 110 years old.

The top of Mount Olympus.

In winter, the wind is cold and the night is as dark as ink.

On this day, the top of the mountain was shining with golden light, and the whole mountain looked like a torch.

The Greek subjects knelt down and kowtowed, calling out the name of Zeus.

At the top of the mountain, a ball of platinum fire floated in Liang Yue’s palm.

This fire has no heat, and the golden light it emits is like a knife, cutting things around it. It does not look like a flame, but rather like sword energy.

"The Geng Fire of the Western Extreme."

This fire information appeared in Liang Yue's sea of consciousness, the fire of the west, the sharp fire.

After refining this fire, other information appeared in the sea of consciousness.

It was as if he had entered the ancient times, and transformed into a monk who controlled fire, fighting against the innate gods in the nine heavens. The monk had a red face and red hair, and his body was filled with ninety-nine fires.

"The fire master is back."

Liang Yue sensed this person's information.

Fang Hui was a cultivator who had achieved immortality through the process of fire. After his spiritual energy was annihilated, he did not seek an opportunity to sleep and transcend the calamity.

Instead, he took the same path as Chisongzi, taking advantage of the weakness of the innate gods, wandering around, killing gods, and eventually dying of his magic power being exhausted, leaving behind a trace of memory that recorded his skills.

"Teachers are the foundation of human prosperity. I leave this fire for future generations to pass on my unique skills."

Zhurong's summer fire and Xiji Geng fire originate from Fang Hui.

It also contains tips on how to control various types of flames.

Ancient monks generally called them "Masters", such as Fire Master, Emperor Master, Rain Master, Wizard, etc.

The master is the source of the human race's growth, transcending bloodline inheritance and imparting secret techniques based on personal ability.

The birth of the teacher-student relationship enabled the human race to grow rapidly.

Fang Hui was one of those masters, so at the end of his life, he did not struggle much, but instead left behind his unique skills.

Liang Yue stood there for a long time, and he was filled with awe at the broad-mindedness of his ancient ancestors.

"If I am unable to reincarnate into the world, I will pass on the Spirit Silkworm and the White Cloud Imperial Town to the next person."

Liang Yue made a secret decision.

On the top of Mount Olympus, in the Baiyun Imperial City.

Liang Yue was ready to completely refine the flame.

The Geng Fire of the Western Pole is suspended beside him.

The flame slowly merged into the body.

The Dantian Purple Palace is chaotic and dark, with a golden three-eyed Dharmakaya standing in the middle, and the true energy is rotating above the head like a nebula.

This is the "River Cart Tour" of the Great Circulation.

The flame slowly appeared beside him, symbolizing that the Xiji Genghuo had become his own magical power rather than an external object.

After the Geng Fire of the Western Pole, there are the Samadhi True Fire and the Zhurong Summer Fire.

The Taoist priest was high in the sky, sitting cross-legged in the void.

Day after day, I eat the clouds and absorb the energy.

The divine consciousness reaches seven hundred feet, and the range of its wandering activities day and night covers the whole of Southern and Eastern Europe.

At the other end of southern Europe, there are more than a hundred islands, and in the center of the islands there is an ancient castle, which the locals call William Castle.

Vines covered the earl's tomb, the castle was deserted, and the soil was covered with weeds.

Antiquity and vicissitudes are the characteristics of this place.

Inside the castle, a black-haired Westerner dressed in gorgeous clothes was holding a long sword, waving it under the moonlight.

The sword energy was burning hot and dazzling, like the sunlight.

If there were any members of the Tian Xia Hui there, they would definitely recognize it as one of the basic skills of the Tian Xia Hui disciples - Pure Yang Gong.

Judging from the sword's emanating energy, this person possesses a cultivation level close to that of an innate one.

This boy is Charlie Lyon, the black-haired boy picked up by Liang Yue.

After practicing the sword, the man looked at the moonlight and muttered to himself in Chinese, "Why hasn't Mr. Leon come back yet?"

After careful consideration, Liang Yue decided to go with the flow and call him Lyon.

Charlie came to the table, on which was a thick book with a striking Chinese cloud pattern in the center, which was the family emblem designed by Charlie himself.

Wow!
A strong wind blew and the window was blown open.

"Charlie, why don't you take a break?"

In the hall, Liang Yue suddenly appeared.

Charlie was startled.

Mr. Lyon's martial arts skills are amazing. No matter how many times, it is impossible to detect how he appears.

"Mr. Lyon, I bribed the governor and finally got the emperor to grant this land to us."

Charlie took out the document and handed it to Liang Yue like he was presenting a treasure.

In the past eight years, he has not only stayed in the castle, but also made a great name for himself outside, and was nicknamed the Swordsman and the Conqueror. He is highly regarded by the Governor.

Liang Yue didn't even look at it. The mere territory was not enough to shake him.

"Keep it for yourself."

"Mr. Lyon, I plan to rename this place."

"What's your name?"

“Venice means the most noble place.”

Liang Yue nodded and said, "It's up to you. I'm leaving too."

This area has been almost explored.

Nothing good.

Europe at that time was a chaotic and barbaric land, not worth staying in.

Then stop and go to see if there is anything missing.

You can refine all the flames on the way and return to Datang to prepare for your funeral.

"Where are you going, sir?" Charlie was stunned for a moment. He had just learned something and had not had time to repay Mr. Lyon.

"A lone dandelion can travel thousands of miles to reach anywhere in the world." Liang Yue recited a Chinese poem, "Goodbye, Charlie."

A shocking scene happened.

The golden light illuminates the dark room, and the human figures become invisible.

Then it turned into golden light, floated thousands of miles away, and disappeared into the night sky.

Charlie's pupils shrank and he was extremely shocked.

After eight years of living together, this was the first time he saw such a miraculous scene, and he felt inexplicably excited.

"The Eastern God, the incarnation of the Lord. Apocalypse! This is Apocalypse!!"

Is this God foreshadowing something to himself?

The Lord comes from the East?
Charlie took out the document and drew a sword in the center of the cloud pattern - the Yitian Sword.

"In the name of the Lord of Venice, the descendants of the Lyon family swear to serve the gods forever and ever, and wait for the Lord of the Sword to come again."

From Penglai in the East to the British Isles.

His traces often appear and sometimes disappear, leaving behind bits and pieces of legends.

In ancient times, information was closed and no one connected them.

By the time someone connected this historical trace, a lot had changed.

(End of this chapter)