Moransiu followed Billy into the house. The originally dim room suddenly lit up, with many oil lamps hanging on the walls around. These oil lamps seemed to be controlled by a magical device. Because Moransiu did not see Billy using magic or making any lighting movements, yet the lamps lit up by themselves.
After entering the room, Billy didn't stop, but continued to walk forward. Moransiu had to follow, although he had many questions, he couldn't ask them for a while.
They walked straight into the third room, which was different from the previous two. In this room, not only were there some oil lamps hanging on the walls, but there were also many lifelike murals carved into them. Moransiu carefully looked at the patterns on the murals, which seemed to depict a brutal war. Magic and longswords filled the vast battlefield. Moransiu looked through them one by one, and finally confirmed that the carvings indeed depicted an exceptionally cruel war.
"Moransiu?"
Moransiu suddenly woke up, not knowing why, when he saw these murals, the blood in his body seemed to boil, and he unknowingly immersed himself in them. If it weren't for Billy calling him, perhaps he wouldn't have been able to pull himself out.
"Billy... Grandpa." Moransiu looked at Billy, and he found Billy standing next to a rectangular wooden box, on which there was a faint magical energy flowing.
"Moransiu, come here," Billy slowly opened the wooden box.
Moransiu moved his body and walked slowly towards the wooden box. Everything here seemed to have a long history, exuding a rich ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
"Moransiu, take a look at this." Billy carefully took out a piece of ancient yellow paper from the wooden box.
Moransiu took it, and he saw that it seemed to be a diary. The paper was densely written with words, and it seemed that this piece of paper also had a long history.
Moransiu's doubts grew heavier and heavier. He didn't understand why Billy had brought him here. This house on Glass Mountain was filled with mysterious and ancient messages everywhere. Being in it, it felt like the whole world had moved away from him, and this house was another world.
"The Bright Empire?" Moransiu was greatly surprised.
The first sentence on this old paper was precisely the words "Bright Empire". From the historical records in the library of Moran Academy, Moransiu learned about some things from thousands of years ago. Five thousand years ago, the northern continent of the entire Holy Spirit Continent completed the first unification in history. The unified country was the Bright Empire. Unfortunately, this empire only existed for less than a hundred years before completely collapsing, forming the current four major empires and five major kingdoms.
No one knew the reason for the collapse of the Bright Empire, and there was no record in various documents. It was just from scattered information that Moransiu knew the name of the emperor of the Bright Empire's generation was West Sang, known as Emperor West Sang. In the Bright Empire, holy swordsmen and holy mages were abundant. Since the fall of the Bright Empire, holy mages and holy swordsmen seemed to have all disappeared.
Up to now, holy swordsmen and holy mages were extremely rare, and only a few people who were recorded in documents were known to be alive, and no one knew their whereabouts.
"The cultivation of magic does not require incantations. Incantations are just a trigger for magic, integrating one's own magic with the magical elements of nature, causing a violent reaction and forming destructive magic. Like Douqi, the cultivation of magic has no end." Moransiu silently read the words recorded on the paper.
"In the Bright Empire, holy mages and holy swordsmen roamed between heaven and earth, under the leadership of Emperor West Sang, driving away all evil humans. All of this originated from the greatest emperor of the Holy Spirit Continent, Emperor West Sang. It was he who allowed the cultivation of magic and Douqi to no longer be restricted by rules. However, such actions aroused the dissatisfaction of the gods, so the gods sent messengers to destroy Emperor West Sang and his Bright Empire." Moransiu continued to read.
"In order to punish humans, the gods placed one curse after another on human bodies. Learning magic became no longer as easy as before. Most people no longer have the talent for learning magic. However, all of this cannot stop humans from pursuing magic and Douqi. Humans come up with one method after another to break the curses, and storing magic techniques in illusion stones for learning is a great invention."
"However, that era has become history. The path of human cultivation of magic and Douqi is extremely difficult."
The words recorded on the paper were not many, and the content described was even less. However, the shock it brought to Moransiu made his heart unable to calm down for a long time. If what is recorded here is true, then the destruction of the Bright Empire was not due to humans themselves, but because of some transcendent gods?
"For five thousand years, the cultivation of magic techniques by humans must be through illusion stones as a medium. And to use magic, it also needs to be guided by incantations." Moransiu sighed, reading the words recorded on the paper.
"In the Bright Empire, holy mages and holy swordsmen, under Emperor West Sang's leadership, roamed between heaven and earth, expelling all evil humans. All of this originated from the greatest emperor of the Holy Spirit Continent, Emperor West Sang. It was he who allowed the cultivation of magic and Douqi to no longer be restricted by rules. However, such actions aroused the dissatisfaction of the gods, so the gods sent messengers to destroy Emperor West Sang and his Bright Empire." Moransiu continued to read.
"To punish humans, the gods placed one curse after another on human bodies. Learning magic became no longer as easy as before. Most people no longer have the talent for learning magic. However, all of this cannot stop humans from pursuing magic and Douqi. Humans come up with one method after another to break the curses, and storing magic techniques in illusion stones for learning is a great invention."
"However, that era has become history. The path of human cultivation of magic and Douqi is extremely difficult."
The words recorded on the paper were not many, and the content described was even less. However, the shock it brought to Moransiu made his heart unable to calm down for a long time. If what is recorded here is true, then the destruction of the Bright Empire was not due to humans themselves, but because of some transcendent gods?
"For five thousand years, the cultivation of magic techniques by humans must be through illusion stones as a medium. And to use magic, it also needs to be guided by incantations." Moransiu sighed, reading the words recorded on the paper.
"Five thousand years ago, learning and practicing magic techniques did not require illusion stones, did they?" Moransiu asked.
"Yes, five thousand years ago, learning and using magic were much easier than they are now. Since the fall of the Bright Empire, the practice of magic has become what it is today. The number of magicians on the continent is decreasing, not only for magic, but also for Douqi. Although the number of swordsmen is much larger than that of magicians
, compared to five thousand years ago, the number and abilities of swordsmen today have decreased significantly." Billy said heavily.
"But why does this record appear here?" Moransiu looked at the special paper in his hand, with many mysteries in his mind, and he had many questions to ask Billy.
"Hehe, Moransiu, I know you have many questions that you don't understand. Don't worry, I'll tell you slowly." Billy laughed and said.
For a child who was not yet nine years old, all of this seemed too complicated. However, Billy had to tell Moransiu everything, as it was related to the fate of humanity.
"Moransiu, you may not know that I have lived for a thousand years. I am the sixth guardian of this sacred tomb. Because of some reasons, I can live longer than ordinary people." Billy started with his identity.
In the Holy Spirit Continent, the higher the level of magicians and swordsmen, the longer they lived. Generally, if they were level nine magicians, they could live for at least four to five hundred years.
"Guarding this sacred tomb is my mission. We live for the purpose of finding someone who can open the tomb. Emperor West Sang is buried here. And this house has a history of five thousand years. The house is built from a special kind of ore, and even after another five thousand years, it will not collapse. When the previous generation of guardians is about to pass away, they will look for the next successor to continue as the guardian. This continuation has been completed six times until today."
"Moransiu, don't interrupt me." Billy saw that Moransiu seemed to want to ask something.
"And you, you are the only magician in the past five thousand years who can use magic techniques without illusion stones. You are the hope of our guardians. If you can enter the tomb, then my mission will also end, and there will be no more guardians in the future." Billy's voice revealed a sense of sadness and heaviness. After a thousand years of guarding, there was finally a result, and he didn't know whether he should be happy or should shed tears.
"Perhaps you can unlock the mystery that has not been solved for five thousand years. Now, go into the tomb." Billy said, reaching into the wooden box and gently pressing it.
Although it was not certain whether Moransiu could enter the tomb, Moransiu was indeed the first person in the past five thousand years who met the conditions. The condition for entering the tomb is to be able to use magic techniques on one's own.
Then, there was a 'creak' sound, the sound of stones rolling and rubbing against each other.
Moransiu saw that on the opposite wall, the stone wall was rotating to both sides, and a door slowly appeared in the middle. When the stone wall stopped rotating, Moransiu saw that there were some white magical energies flowing inside the door, like water, yet like clouds.