Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

The third eye opened, and Qin Yangming saw what had happened in this place.

At that time, countless hibernation chambers were still in brand new and intact condition, and there was an experimental subject lying in each chamber.

This situation remained for a long time, except that from time to time one or two experimental subjects were sent elsewhere by robotic arms.

Qin Yangming accelerated the flow of time.

Suddenly, he saw a staff member from the research institute breaking in, followed closely by a monster.

This is……

This was the day when Rugal was completely corrupted by Luka and all the objects in the research institute were released!

I saw the sheltered creature chasing the human all the way in here, licking its palate with its long tongue, endless greed in its eyes!

These are all delicious humans!

The staff of the research institute who were being hunted showed despair on their faces and retreated step by step.

At this moment, Qin Yangming saw a golden light suddenly burst out in one of the experimental chambers.

He zoomed his view closer to the top of the experimental chamber.

Then, he saw...himself.

Yes, the person lying in the experimental chamber emitting golden light was Qin Yangming himself.

A drop of golden blood flowed out from Qin Yangming's heart in the experimental cabin.

The blood seemed to come from the void, passing through Qin Yangming's skin, clothes, and the transparent glass cover of the experimental cabin, and floated in the air.

Then, that drop of golden blood, with a whoosh, went straight into the center of the eyebrow of the man being hunted, and merged into the blood in his body!

Then, golden light burst out from the man's body and he gained new power.

The man just smashed the containment object with one punch, and then stationed beside the hibernation chamber to protect everything here.

And all this is thanks to Qin Yangming's drop of golden blood.

From then on, Qin Yangming's bloodline has been passed down in Dancheng.

……

The images in the Sky Eye were playing at an accelerated speed, and Qin Yangming already understood everything.

It seems that Hong is the descendant of the staff member who obtained his golden blood at that time.

"Old Qin, sometimes I can't help but wonder, could it be that you are an old immortal who has lived for a very long time and is rebuilding because of some force majeure?"

Lucard said to Qin Yangming with a smile.

Qin Yangming smiled and said nothing. Perhaps he would only know after he unlocked his memory.

Then, Qin Yangming used his Heavenly Eye to begin reading the entire past of [Cradle].

……

In a place in the [Cave], Qin Yangming saw a familiar figure with his divine eye.

It’s the old dean.

It turns out that he did not die after making three wishes to the [Egg of Destiny].

Qin Yangming saw that after the [Egg of Destiny] exploded with the power of destiny and rewrote everything on the scene, the old dean with gray hair woke up faintly.

Then, his eyes were bloodshot.

Because he saw those ugly ghosts raping humans.

"Survive, reproduce, grow..."

"Hahahaha! Is this how you make your wishes come true?!"

The old dean roared to the sky, is the destiny of mankind really going to proceed in such a distorted way?

No, no, no! This is absolutely not allowed!

The old dean roared to the sky; the arrogance of the intellectuals made him indignant at this moment!

Something must be done!

Qin Yangming saw the gray-haired old dean rushing into the potion laboratory. The laboratory was already in a mess, with countless potions spilled on the floor.

The old dean squatted down and finally found a bottle of potion that was still intact on the ground.

That is... a potion of the [Scholar] sequence!

The old dean drank it directly and then quickly disappeared.

As the person in charge of this research, he certainly knew to which level the [Scholar] sequence potion would take him.

And a certain step in the [Scholar] sequence was exactly what he wanted.

That is, the sixth level of the [Scholar] sequence ladder, [Historian]!

He wanted to record everything that happened and pass on to future generations the history book he compiled that contained extraordinary power.

And the scene seen by the Heavenly Eye also came to an abrupt end here.

Qin Yangming was curious and continued to use his Sky Eye to trace the old dean's life.

Qin Yangming saw that in the early days, the prisoners indulged in excessive sexual activities and raped human women.

The old dean was only a ninth-level scholar at that time. When he saw all this, he was filled with grief and indignation, but he could not do anything.

He could only hide in a secret room and read books frantically.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Four Books and Five Classics, the Emperor of Qin, the Emperor Wu of Han, the Emperor Taizong of Tang and the Emperor Taizu of Song, he read over and over again those classics that he had read when he was young.

Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry on the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations!

The old dean was so absorbed in reading that his already dim eyes almost went blind.

Finally, he advanced to [Wanderer].

He pushed open the door and began to travel in the original Egg City.

At this time, order had not yet been established in Egg City, and the objects in custody died one after another because they passed on the strange substances in their bodies to the next generation.

The old dean was traveling around Egg City during this period. He kept his real name secret, so outsiders did not recognize him.

He compiled what he saw and heard along the way into a book, waiting to be recorded in his history book later.

He saw the countless bloody storms when order was first established, the countless evil hearts, and the countless struggles for supremacy.

He also saw those deformed, ugly bastards slaughtering ordinary humans, and saw some humans succumbing to those bastards and trying to survive.

And there is still a small number of humans who are still fighting hard.

It seems that everything is heading towards depravity, everything is leaning towards chaos!

But there was nothing he could do, he was old, and the sequence of potions he had taken was not suitable for combat.

All he could do was to record it all and give future generations the naked truth.

What if someone saw what he wrote and awakened the will of human freedom?

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Then, he traveled to all places and left his footprints everywhere.

He also wrote a travel book and was promoted to the seventh level of the "Scholar" sequence, becoming a "Gentleman".

As a gentleman, he can cause strange phenomena in heaven and earth, but those phenomena are not real ones, so there is actually not much he can do.

But at this moment, he found a person, a person he felt he owed something.

That person was his biological son, who was also a project leader in the institute.

His son is still alive! How wonderful!

He learned that his son had actually started working for those bastards and had begun researching and tapping out the blood power hidden in those bastards' bodies.

And his son also personally participated in the massacre of those humans who were still resisting!

They were all their colleagues in the same research institute, or their descendants. Just because they were unwilling to submit to the tyranny of those ugly inmates, were they going to be killed? !

He was very disappointed, so he disguised himself and wanted to see his son.

When he arrived at his son's laboratory, he was shocked to find that his son was using those humans to exchange blood for his own in order to gain eternal life.

He felt heartbroken and sad, and he began to reflect on his mistakes. When his son was growing up, he devoted all his attention to the research of potions and the establishment of a research institute, while his son's mother had passed away long ago.

The fatherly love I gave him was always pitifully little.

He remembered that when his son was little, he would excitedly take his toys to him to play with him, but was ruthlessly rejected by him.

"I want to do research for the sake of all mankind. I don't have time for you!"

When the old dean thought of this, tears streamed down his face.

He finally decided not to see his son, so he turned around and left, continuing to live in hiding.

He wants to live until he is promoted to [Historian]. This is his greatest mission and the only value of this old bone.

Bow down and die.

Finally, he won unanimous praise in the slums for his gentlemanly way of doing things and was successfully promoted to historian!

But at this time, he was already in his twilight years and his time was running out.

He took out the travel notes he had written when he was still a "Wanderer" and began to write his own history book based on it, a history book that would be passed down through the ages.

In this way, he wrote and wrote until he vomited blood. He didn't know how many times he fainted in the middle of writing. Everything he wanted to write in his mind was recorded in the book.

Those kings, princes, generals, loyal ministers and generals in history, and those countless righteous men who saved the country from collapse...

The mission was finally accomplished.

He looked at the golden history book and felt extremely gratified.

But, he was finally discovered.

The person who found him heard his heart.

"I was looking for that thing, but I accidentally heard your inner thoughts."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I have to say, you really surprised me."

The man said this and escorted him to a palace.

In that palace, there was a throne made of thorns.

A young new king sat on the throne. It was said that he was the new king of Egg City.

The king violently snatched the golden history book from his arms and flipped through it with a frown on his face.

After a long while, the king threw the history book in front of him, who had to kneel on the ground because of his broken legs, and said coldly:

"Rewrite history and I will spare your life!"

The old dean tremblingly picked up the book that was the result of his life's work and shook his head slowly but firmly.

"Not a single word has been changed."

The king was furious and ordered his men to beat him with sticks, knives and axes.

The old dean was beaten to death.

The king continued to command:

"Rewrite history, sing praises of my achievements, and I will spare your life."

The old man was barely breathing, but he said in a sonorous voice:

"The historian wrote according to the historical facts, without changing a single word!"

The new king was furious and pulled out the iron sword from the throne of thorns and put it on the old dean's neck.

"change!"

"The new king ascended the throne and imposed heavy taxes!"

"Snapped!"

"change!"

"Without limitless greed, herders are like pigs and dogs..."

"Snapped!"

"Even if you kill me, my history book will be passed down from generation to generation. Every promoted [Historian] will inherit my history book and record everything that happened truthfully!"

"I kill you!"

The new king was so enraged that he stabbed the old dean to death with a sword.

After the old dean died, a brush flew out of his arms. It was the one he usually used.

The new king raised his sword to stop him, but was repelled by the golden light from the brush.

No one in the palace could shake the brush.

With the blessing of the extraordinary power of the [Historian], the brush opened the first page of the history book, titled the book, and attached his own signature.

"Historical Records."

"Signed: Sima Luyao."

The old dean died completely, but the golden history book he left behind seemed to have grown wings, and in the shocked eyes of the new king, it turned into a stream of light and flew out of the palace.

The complete history of Egg City will be recorded in this book by generations of [historians].

The truth is recorded in that book.

He is the first one to pass the baton.

Sima Luyao completed his mission brilliantly, and his consciousness is about to completely dissipate.

When he was dying, he thought of his son.

He felt a little regretful, thinking that he should have spent more time with his son.

His son was named Sima Li, a name given by his mother who had passed away long ago.

His mother smiled and said to him while she was lying on her sickbed:

"Let's name our son Simali. It suits your name so well."

"Because a journey of a thousand miles tests a horse's strength."