Chapter 1497 - Approaching the Origin (2/2)
“I’ll be going there,” Hao Ren said.
The two warriors behind him leaped up in shock as fear started to appear on their faces. They started to ramble non-stop before they took a few steps backward. “No, no, no. No one can approach the god. We will be frozen and melted away by the next sunrise…”
Hao Ren looked at their terrified expressions and could imagine what sort of terror Vivian’s place of slumber had inspired in the tribal people’s hearts. If he insisted on them following him to dig her grave, those two warriors would probably die of shock right where they were standing in.
Hence, he shook his head. “Go back, I’ll head there myself.”
He then pulled two short alloy swords out of his Dimensional Pocket and gave them to the guides. “As agreed, this is your reward.”
The two tribal warriors carefully received the weapons, which were beyond their comprehension, but they soon realized the weapons’ sharpness and durability, and they were shocked.
Hao Ren did not linger, and he went down the rock towards the ice tower.
The frigid wind started to blow again.
As he ventured further, he began to feel an empty sense of loneliness. As he looked at the barren, frozen land, he felt like the only one left in this world. How long had it been since he went back in time? He pretty much lost count. The multitudes of travel through the chaotic space and time, as well as the following temporal distortion, had messed up his senses. He had gone from the advanced world to the Dark Ages, then to the glorious Age of Mythology before he headed to the prehistoric wilderness. Advanced or primitive, civilized or barbaric, each era was marked with distinctly different architecture, and many contradictory items were scattered across this track of time. As a traveler, Hao Ren was not even sure if he was traveling across a continuous timeline.
The further back he went, the more obvious the feeling got.
Sometimes he landed in a primitive settlement, and other times he ended up in a city of metal with starships above it. From there, he would then land in a theocracy, and who was to say that he would not end up in a steampunk world next…
The otherworldlings did not immediately build up their great civilizations in the Age of Mythology. They too had undergone the rigors of exploration, and most of their initial settlements were half-ruined city blocks or falling Dimensional Pockets. And they had centuries, even millennia to figure out how the things from their homeworld worked. It was only after, that they turned their eyes towards the inhabitants of this planet, the Earthlings.
Right then, Hao Ren had ended up at a point in time where the otherworldlings had just arrived on Earth and were minding their own business.
The massive block of ice was getting closer, and up close, Hao Ren realized that it was massive. The conical structure could have easily been a hundred meters tall, and frosty aura rippled outward from the ice. Almost a good hundred-odd square meters of land was perpetually frozen, and uneven threads of red could be seen underneath the ice. They looked like blood vessels under the skin.
Hao Ren looked beyond the tower of ice and his sight landed on the tip of the mountain behind. He saw a light pillar shoot up from the top and slowly swept across the sky.
That was the observation tower that Odin and his kin had built. The Norse gods, having recently arrived from outer space, were observing this mysterious planet. They had thousands of weak and sick kinsmen who needed food and medication. On the southern side of the plains, a group of runic dwarves was tattooing one of their young bloods and celebrating the creation of their first forge. Over the mountains farther away, Zeus had just landed on the planet and was scouring the mountains for stones that could be worked into construction materials. They were required to repair the structures on Mount Olympus that had been damaged by the dimensional shock. Over at the Nile River, Ra’s sunship was half-buried in the forest, while Osiris and Isis looked resignedly at the damaged thrusters. They began planning for long-term repair works…
As for the humans, they had yet to recover from the chill of the ice age, and their settlements were not ready to welcome the gods. Nevertheless, the Age of Mythology had already begun.
Hao Ren came to the base of the ice tower, and through the thick layers of ice, he could make out the “princess” who was sleeping within the cold ice.
He placed his hand on the ice as he sighed softly. “Vivian, I’ve found you again.
It was 7,715 BC. The ice age was over, and life bloomed once again.