Chapter 563 - Dark Age (1/2)
She sniffed around and traced toward the source of the fragrance. Only the divine herbs of high grades could emanate such distinctive smell!
Mother Da Zhen was traveling at a great speed and was suddenly swallowed by a mist.
The mist was suffused with the aromatic scent of the divine herb. While within the mist, even the god's psyche couldn't have extend far enough, it appeared more like obstructive particles that filled the surrounding than an actual mist.
The mist shrouded the whole city in nearly just a breath's time. When Zhong Yue noticed it, it was already too late for him to escape.
However, the mist dispersed as quickly as when it came, leaving Zhong Yue stunned still on the spot.
This time, he appeared to be in a bleak desert, the sun hung high in the sky and yet appeared to be just right above him. It was as if there was an array formation that pulled the sun closer to the ground.
The heat coming from the sun have scorched on the land below.
But he wasn't alone in here. There were many war prisoners that were tied up tight and their bodies buried in the ground with only their heads above.
Totem patterns filled around the prisoners of war, forming into seals that shackled them unmoving. Their faces were stained with blood and their auras were weak and feeble.
They are all… gods!
Zhong Yue was shocked. The war prisoners have paved across the ground all the way up to the end of the horizon. From far, there were the whistling of dragons and roaring of tigers, these legendary beasts were pulling on the divine chariots. There were gods fully donned in armors on the chariots as they drove past the floor of heads. Every time they passes by a war prisoner, they would slash their weapons and open a hole on the prisoners' heads.
The war prisoners would groan and cry in pain but the gods in the chariots were nonchalant. They would take out the seeds of the divine herbs from a cloth sack and planted them inside of the war prisoners' heads.
Zhong Yue was in utter shock. He watched as the seeds were planted and grew exuberantly inside of the god prisoners' heads. These divine herbs were nourished by the essences of the gods in their growth!
They were the source of the aromatic fragrance in the mist!
The chariots moved in a line as they plant down the divine herbs, drawing nearer to Zhong Yue.
Zhong Yue was still sitting in the lotus position as he did in the City of Nature. He glanced around and startled to find Mother Da Zhen to be here as well. The mother god's face was vacant, she was clearly shocked and bewildered as well.
"Son, bury yourself in the sands. Don't be afraid.", suddenly, an old and hoarse voice said. Zhong Yue quickly looked over and found an old man with a head of white hair, he was buried in the sands as well as he said, "Don't worry."
Zhong Yue mulled for a split second and buried himself into the sands just like the others, leaving only his head bare outside.
"There is nothing to be afraid of.", the old man looked at Zhong Yue with a pair of warm and gentle eyes, he mumbled softly, "The Fuxi Clan have no fears. Your ancestors are here, your people are here, your peers, your siblings, your friends and families, they are all here with you, we are all here. So, don't be scared."
"Fuxi… Clan….", Zhong Yue's body shuddered in the sands and he murmured, "Fuxi Clan…"
"Rebels, you have asked for everything you are suffering now!", a god on the chariot laughed loudly and said, "Great Year 35412, Patriarch Nature has led a mighty army and stopped the Fuxi Clan rebels. Because of you rebels, we are able to captivate many war prisoners and are rewarded greatly. Now, you rebels will be the gardens of our divine herbs! It's too nice to just kill you all, I want all of you to suffer more than death!"
Zhong Yue was between laughters and tears, he didn't know what to react. All of these war prisoners, are they all his people, his ancestors?
Fuxi rebels? Great Year?
Why weren't there any historical records about all of these?
"We have lost the war, but we are not defeated, never. As long as the blood of Fuxi still remains, even when there is only one of us left, we will rise again! The glorious days of our Fuxi Clan, of our ancestors will shine brighter than ever!"
Beside Zhong Yue, the old man laughed back even louder as he said in an old yet powerful voice, "One day, a Fuxi will walk in the darkness and lead our people. He will cleanse this world with the blood of our enemies and forged a new era from the ruins of the present world! The time for the Fuxi Clan will never die. I promise you, my enemies; I promise you, my people; That day will come!"
"How dare you!", a god sitting in one of the chariots stood up in anger, he chided back in an imposing manner.
"Hahahaha!", suddenly, the war prisoners all laughed loudly along with the old man. They said in unison, "He will come, he will!"
"The blood of our enemies will be splashed all over the world and the sun of Fuxi will shine to every corner of this universe!"
"None of you evil creatures would stand any chance at all! Die, you filthy scums!"
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"How presumptuous!", the gods in the chariots were piqued in anger.
They quickly speed up and planted the divine herbs at a faster rate, while sneering coldly, "Show me how can you still laugh after you die!"
All of a sudden, the sky turned gloomy and a huge face appeared lowering down from the cloud layers. He smiled and said, "Are the Fuxi talking nonsense again? No need to pay attention to anyone of them. The rebels come from all over the universe and they are gathering here to revolt against us in this little planet. Those here are only the first batch of them, there are many more still on their way. We need to speed up, plant and reap the divine herbs, then we shall work on the next batch of rebels!"
Zhong Yue raised his head and looked at the face in the sky. He could recognize it. It was the head that formed the city gate, Patriarch Nature's head.
Meanwhile, Mother Da Zhen was shouting loudly, "I am not the rebels! I am not on the same side as the Fuxi Clan! I am an insect mother god, leave me!"