Above the source of Tao

"Let's go in."

In a hazy light and shadow, Yun Chang'an and Lin Yuan'er walked forward side by side. The moment they were about to push open the ancient door, an invisible strange force suddenly emerged and drew them into a mysterious space.

"Junior Sister Yuan'er, Junior Sister Yuan'er..."

Yun Chang'an's voice echoed in the tower, but there was no response. Only his own calling voice echoed in this empty space.

At this time, there were five stone pillars on the left and six stone pillars on the right in front of Yun Chang'an. The distance between each stone pillar was only nine feet, as if it was some kind of mysterious formation.

As he gazed, the oil lamps on the stone pillars lit up one by one. Following this stone pillar, Yun Chang'an looked forward and saw a huge stone tablet in the distance.

As he approached, he discovered that the stone tablet was engraved with densely packed words, the same words that Yun Chang'an had seen in the secret room in Hualiang City. However, he could not read and could not understand them at all.

"It would be great if Senior Sister He was here." Yun Chang'an thought to himself and could only shake his head helplessly.

However, the writing looked like a name. Yun Changan stared at the name on the stone tablet and felt dizzy.

At this moment, a familiar and distant voice woke him up from his reverie, "A Ping, what are you doing? The candles are almost out. Help Master Qianbo to light some more."

Yun Chang'an looked around at this time. This place was exactly the same as the secret room. Wasn't I studying that stone tablet? How did I end up here? Who was this old man in front of me?

"A Ping, what ancient evil spirit scared you silly? What are you still standing there for? Go and get some more oil." The young man next to him urged impatiently.

Oh......

So, Yun Changan hurriedly took the oil bottle in his hand and went to add oil to the oil lamp in front of the table. In front of the table, there was an old man with gray hair and a haggard face who was concentrating on carving words on the bamboo book with a knife. Yun Changan stepped aside, full of doubts. The man next to him called the old man Master Qianbo, so this man must be Mo Qianbo? Did I travel through time?

How could this be possible? It must be the stone tablet that did this. Yun Changan looked around again. He pinched his thigh secretly. It hurt. This was not a dream. He really traveled through time!

"Aping, what's wrong with you today?" the young man asked with concern.

"Ah? I'm fine..." Yun Chang'an replied.

"Xiao Hu, it's okay. You have been accompanying an old man like me these days and holding the lamp for me. I think Ping An just didn't get enough rest." Master Qianbo said gently.

"Xiao Hu, go find me a big stone. The surface of the stone should be smooth, and it is best to use flat crystal stone." Master Mo Qianbo then ordered.

"Master, I know where this stone is. I wonder what you want it for." Hu Zhuo asked curiously.

"A few days ago, the soldiers defending the city brought me the inscriptions of the sacrificed soldiers. I want to engrave all their names... cough cough cough"

"Master, are you okay?" Hu Zhuo asked with concern.

"It's okay, go quickly." The master urged.

"Master, please take care of yourself. I will go find the flat crystal stone for you right away." Hu Zhuo said respectfully.

Mo Qianbo paced back and forth in the house, thinking about something with a worried look on his face. At this time, he saw Yun Changan standing aside with his head down, so he asked.

"Ping An, do you know what year it is today?"

Yun Chang'an was a little flustered by this sudden question and could only lower his head and speak in a low voice.

"I don't know..."

"You, I always ask you to read more books, but you refuse." Mo Qianbo said with a reproachful look.

"Remember, it is now the 114,612th year of the Liuqing Ancient Emperor Calendar. The soldiers of Hualiang City have been fighting against the ancient evil outside the world for more than 584 years."

Yun Changan was shocked. 114,612 years, doesn't that mean the city will be destroyed this year?

"I understand..." Yun Changan replied in a low voice.

"Alas, I don't know how long Hualiang City can hold out. Other cities have also been under severe attack. I'm afraid it won't last long. If these eleven border cities are breached, Qingyuan Realm will be in danger." Mo Qianbo sighed.

Three days later, Hu Zhuo came to the secret room with a huge stone. Mo Qianbo took out the inscription of the soldiers defending the city from a jade bracelet and then began to engrave it with a knife.

A month later, Yun Chang'an saw the complete stone tablet, which was exactly the same as the one he saw at the top of the tower.

After experiencing this month, Yun Chang'an read every word that Mo Qianbo engraved on the stone tablet.

"It turns out that so many people died in this war." Yun Chang'an felt deeply moved.

Another day, Yun Chang'an was awakened by the noise outside the secret room. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, and the scene in front of him instantly woke him up.

At this time, Mo Qianbo in front of Yun Chang'an was holding a sharp machete in his hand, and Hu Zhuo who was following him also had a weapon in his hand. They smiled at each other, and without saying a word, they walked out of the secret room together with an expression of being ready to die.

"and many more......"

Just as they were about to walk out of the secret room together, Yun Chang'an suddenly felt an extremely terrifying aura before he could say anything. The aura swept over like a storm, completely enveloping Mo Qianbo and Hu Zhuo, and even he himself felt the oppressive feeling.

In an instant, Yun Chang'an returned to the stone tablet, with one of his hands stretched forward, as if to keep the two people.

Unable to come back to his senses for a long time, Yun Chang'an knew that they had long disappeared in the long river of history, but he still couldn't accept it. After all, he had been with them for more than a month. Although the time together was not long, he had experienced a lot in this month and had developed some special feelings with them. They were like fathers and brothers, teaching him knowledge and learning characters.