Before my eyes, a majestic palace stood like a giant.
Its existence is not just a pile of bricks, stones and wood, but also a symbol of power and glory.
The palace's gate tower soars into the sky, like a gateway to another world.
The door lintel is inlaid with sparkling gems, sparkling alluringly under the sunlight.
It is surrounded by exquisite colonnades.
Each pillar is carved with intricate and delicate patterns.
From ancient battle scenes to the re-creation of myths and legends.
All of them demonstrate the extraordinary skills and endless imagination of the craftsmen.
Hieroglyphics meander across it.
Like the whisper of history, it tells the glory and vicissitudes of the past, which makes people feel awe.
Adjacent to the palace is a majestic temple.
They quietly guard the faith and peace of this land with an aloof attitude.
Magnificent stone tablets and monuments stand among them, and each stone carries a heavy history and endless admiration.
As you approach the temple, a solemn and sacred atmosphere hits you.
Various offerings were placed on the altar, and incense was curling up.
Intertwined with the light sandalwood scent in the air, it creates an otherworldly atmosphere.
The statue sits high above the temple, with deep and compassionate eyes.
It seems to be able to see through everything in the world and guide those who are lost to find their spiritual home.
However, just when they were looking forward to finding out.
An invisible transparent barrier, like the shackles of fate, silently stood in front of them.
Feng Feng stopped and scanned the barrier sharply with a frown, his mind filled with complicated thoughts.
"The messenger's purpose is to wait for Pharaoh to summon him and go to the palace. Can't we go to places where he hasn't arrived yet?"
He muttered to himself, his tone filled with both reluctance and confusion.
"Ah?" Jin Shile's face suddenly showed disappointment when he heard this.
He looked up at the distant palace and temple, his heart filled with resentment and helplessness.
"We still have to follow the rules of this illusion? How infuriating!"
He complained, clenching his fists as if he wanted to turn this dissatisfaction into strength to break the restraints in front of him.
Yunyang smiled lightly upon seeing this.
He stretched out his hand and placed it on Jin Shile's shoulder to comfort him.
"Shile, don't be impatient. Patience is our most precious asset right now."
His voice was gentle and firm, as if it could soothe all anxiety and uneasiness.
"Remember, no matter how this illusion is set up, we can always find our own way out. It's just a matter of time."
After hearing this, although Jin Shile was still a little unwilling, the anger in his heart gradually subsided.
He took a deep breath and his eyes became firm again.
"Alright! I want to see what kind of story this illusion wants us to follow and what secrets it hides!"
His voice was full of challenge and determination.
He wanted to see what story this illusion insisted we follow!
The silhouettes of the six people stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun.
They slowly walked out of the core area of the royal city and arrived at the downtown area.
Markets and bazaars dot the streets like stars.
Colorful fabrics, fragrant spices, a wide range of handicrafts, and a variety of foods constitute a vivid picture of the market.
The cries of vendors rose one after another, like a lively symphony, echoing in every corner of the royal city.
Passersby either hurried by or stopped to stop, their faces filled with love and expectation for life.
Horse-drawn carriages and donkey-drawn carts shuttle through the city, and the sound of rolling wheels and the clatter of horse hooves interweave, adding a touch of modern life to this ancient city.
However.
Amidst this prosperity and bustle, the ancient Egyptian royal city shows its ancient and solemn appearance.
The towering temples and palaces stand majestically in the sky.
The golden sunlight shines on the exquisite reliefs and murals, and every stroke seems to be telling the glory and legend of the past.
The grandeur of the architecture and the splendor of the decoration all demonstrate the brilliance and mystery of ancient Egyptian civilization.
One can't help but indulge in this beauty that spans thousands of years.
Based on the keen intuition they developed in Kara Oasis, Feng Feng and the other six people came up with an idea almost at the same time.
——Find the area where the slaves lived.
Since the starting point and turning point of the incident are related to slaves, it is best to first understand the current situation of the slaves in the royal city.
So they moved among the crowd with their eyes sharp as torches.
Trying to uncover the secret veil covered by the years behind this prosperity.
However, they hit a snag.
Fate always seems to play jokes on people.
When they stepped into those seemingly hidden alleys with hope, they encountered unprecedented obstacles.
The slave area, a place that should have been hidden in the shadows, was like a kingdom temple, erecting an invisible wall against outsiders like them!
"What on earth is going on?"
Jin Shile's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were gleaming with confusion.
"They won't even let us see the slaves. Would the messenger from Kara Oasis even go around the slave quarters?"
Feng Feng shook his head slightly, a meaningful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"It's hard to predict what's going on in this world. Especially in this ancient country."
"Don't forget what the messenger came here to report?"
When Yun Yang heard this, a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes:
"You mean... the slaves' abnormal behavior is actually the result of some force within the royal city?"
Feng Feng nodded, his eyes deep:
"It's very likely, but I'm just guessing. We'll know after we see."
Time seems to be compressed by an invisible force.
In a blink of an eye, the morning light once again illuminated this ancient land.
After a short rest, the messenger was finally summoned by the Pharaoh.
The moment he stepped into the palace.
Feng Feng and his six companions were also able to use the messenger's halo to silently pass through the transparent barrier that had blocked them for a long time.
Inside the main hall.
The pharaoh sits on a high throne in a magnificent and golden scene, holding a scepter that symbolizes supreme power, his face majestic yet wise.
The ministers on both sides bowed their heads respectfully.
The messenger knelt at the steps, his voice trembling but firm.
"Great King, a miracle has appeared in Kara Oasis!"
There was a barely perceptible fluctuation in the Pharaoh's eyes, but on the surface he still maintained his composure and calmness.
"Oh? Did a lowly slave sacrifice himself to bring life back to the dried-up oasis and restore its water supply?"
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