Chapter 242: In My Laying

Lay Layers of mist enveloped everything, there was no sky or ground, no ocean or mountain, no idea when it would rain, or if the clear sky would never come.

This is the world that Cancong saw.

Unnecessary parts were cut off, and the outline of this world could not be perceived, and there was a vague and hazy fog everywhere.

At first, it would guess that this group of fog might be a person, and that circle of clouds might be a stone or a tree. In the end, even this fantasy was cut off by generations of Cancong.

Apart from the mission objectives, everything else is redundant. You don't need to see it and don't think about it.

It is the sentinel of Longxu stationed on the Jiuhe Pillar.

It is enough to pay attention to the stability of the Jiuhezhu channel and ensure that those entering and exiting must be the sailors.

The only things Cancong could see clearly were the Nine Grain Pillars and the Sailor.

The huge and intricate totem of the Nine Grain Pillars is engraved on a specially made stone platform, projecting nine shadows that shoot straight into the sky.

The end point of each shadow is a black mist shaped like the sun, guarded by nine golden crows, and behind them are nine different passages.

That is a place where only those who have set sail can set foot.

Cancong had seen the dragons soaring out of the shadow of the sun and stretching their bodies in the new world. It also witnessed human voyageurs stepping through the door to a foreign land and never returning.

The more you look at it, the more you tend to think about it.

In order to better guard the Nine He Pillars, Cancong cut out the unnecessary parts of his thoughts - the sailors he saw, the rumors he heard and the witnesses he had with his own eyes, the interactions he had with different groups, the changes in mountains and rivers, the passage of time... all from his body, and made them into bodies to store his memories.

It named these bodies "record bodies".

Cancong kept them well, waiting for the day when he would be relieved of his duties, and then merge them all back into his body.

However, the sudden explosion of the Jiuhe Pillar changed everything.

The other two pillars disappeared.

Cancong could feel that the explosion had completely annihilated them.

Even the pillars with strong survivability could not survive this sudden explosion.

Cancong escaped the disaster because he went to split and create the body needed for rebirth.

But its past, the records of generations of Cancong buried around it, were also wiped out in this devastating disaster, leaving only a pile of strange little people. They are no longer records, but just some ridiculous and crude traces.

Cancong stayed beside the old site, waiting quietly.

Longxiu must have discovered something unusual, and the Dragon Clan’s navigators will definitely make repairs. It won’t be long before a new Nine He Pillar appears.

But neither the Nine Grain Pillar nor the dragon ever appeared again.

Cancong waited for a long time, and finally saw a divine being. He was a young man, with a clearer body outline than an ordinary person, and looked short and small.

The boy squatted on the ground, holding his knees and talking to it: "I heard that you can't use the sacred tree to go home. Is that right?"

Cancong did not answer.

Sentinels are not allowed to talk to outsiders.

The young man was not angry. He surrounded Cancong and told him all the interesting stories and major events he had seen.

He said that the dragons in this world suddenly became very weak and they were dying very quickly. Some dragons even crashed into the mountains while flying, causing the mountains to collapse and triggering great floods.

He also said that the adults were talking about the possibility that Longxu had encountered some devastating disaster, which caused the sacred tree to collapse.

The boy drew a little man who looked like Cancong with charcoal and said, "This is me. With me by your side, you won't be so lonely. Actually, I can't go home either."

He said to himself, "I come from another world on the sacred tree. Our world is very small and warm, with many interesting insects. I like playing with insects very much. It's too cold here."

"Without the sacred tree, I can't go back."

The boy squatted on the ground, drawing insects one by one with his dirty hands, saying, "In the future, I will build a sacred tree, so that we can all go home."

Cancong retorted: "That is impossible. Only the powerful initiate of Longxu knows how to make the Nine Grain Pillars."

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try?" The boy had an almost naive stubbornness.

“That can’t be done.”

Cancong gave a simple response, asking: "Your father is a sailor, can you ask him what happened?"

"He went back to his hometown. The sacred tree was destroyed and he couldn't come over." The young man shook his head.

Only then did Cancong know.

It turns out that this child has the same fate as himself.

"I want to create a new sacred tree!" said the young man, standing up.

He smiled broadly and opened his arms.

Many flying insects, such as butterflies and bees, fluttered around him, as if guarding their king.

"I want everyone to be able to go home! Then, everyone will be very happy."

"What's your name?" Cancong asked.

"I don't have a name."

The boy said, "In my hometown, people don't have names until they reach adulthood. I think your name is good. Can I use your name?"

"Until I come up with my own name, can I just use yours?"

Cancong agreed.

Soon after, the boy found a white worm that could spit out fine silk, and he named it the silkworm, because this worm, like the silkworm, could change, wrap up the past, and be reborn from the solidified old days.

Soon, the era changed.

Cancong was bound by the power of rules and fell into stagnation.

In its memory, the other Cancong will always be the young boy surrounded by many insects.

It was thousands of years later before it recovered.

Cancong did not erase the memory of this person with the same name.

He is another Cancong, another self.

Now, this is all it has left.

After many eras of updates, the world has changed a lot, and the pioneers seem to have disappeared.

Cancong finally found a navigator, but was almost imprisoned by the other party with props. The navigators in this world became extremely anxious and manic, and extremely dangerous.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It escapes from the other.

In the museum, Cancong saw the Shang Dynasty bronze sacred tree that imitated the Nine Grain Pillar.

It can almost be concluded that it was the work of another Cancong.

Because the appearance of the bronze sacred tree was almost exactly the same as the picture that Cancong had originally drawn for the young boy: including the Golden Crow stationed on the branches, the dragon clan entrenched at the base, and the three pillars loyally guarding it at the bottom.

Unfortunately, this cannot replace the Nine Grain Pillars.

Cancong suddenly felt that he was being watched.

It hid all the way, and with the help of two friendly gods, it also learned some of the current situation of the world. It thanked them for their help and continued to look for a suitable starter.

Finally it found Lu Yao.

At the same time, it was also targeted by another Sailor, who sent out his messenger, the bird, to pester it, forcing it to continue hiding.

In order to further lock on to Cancong, the bird even directly reduced its dimension and tried to capture it alive.

Cancong shed most of his body and was able to escape successfully.

But even so, it was already dying.

There are only 7 days left to live.

The 65th generation of Cancong is about to die, and the 66th generation will be born.

On his deathbed, Cancong wanted to store his last memories - everything about the young boy - in a safe and stable place.

The only person it can trust is Lu Yao, the initiator whom it has just met.

After hearing Cancong's request, the other party agreed readily.

"If the next generation of Cancong meets me, I will let it come over to read this part of the memory."

"Thank you, thank you very much. The memory is in the imprint of your arm."

Cancong was grateful.

In Lu Yao, it saw some shadows of the young Cancong in the past. He had the calm and focused temperament of the classical sailors, and he enjoyed it even if the sailing place was simple.

To express his gratitude, Cancong said: "If you need any help from me, please let me know. I will tell you everything I know."

"I only have seven days left to live, and I'm seriously injured, so it's difficult for me to move. I'm sorry, but I can only talk to you like this."

Lu Yao over there said through the mark: "Then you should have a good rest."

He suddenly thought of something: "By the way, are there many dragons in Longsu?"

"Yes, Longxu is the largest gathering place of dragons in the world dimension. Many brilliant dragon civilizations have been established there. It is a vast and magical multi-layered world."

"So, how should a young dragon be taught?"

Lu Yao said, "It's like this. I have a young dragon. Its self-study results are not very ideal, and its dragon spells are always very rough... Is there any way to make it improve its relevant learning ability faster and better?"

Cancong suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"You said you had a dragon?"

"yes."

"Is it a real dragon? The kind of dragon, not a subdragon, dragonborn, or dragon-like species?"

"Is the Dark Sun Dragon considered a genuine dragon?"

"Calculate!"

Cancong suddenly became excited, and his previous dejection disappeared.

"Are you still at the departure point? I'll come find you right away!"

"Ah? Isn't it difficult for you to move?" the other party was puzzled.

"It's okay, I'll crawl over here even if I have to!"

Cancong said excitedly: "The blood of the dragon clan is the largest memory bank, which contains a lot of important information about the dragons and the coordinates of the dragons. We, Zhucong, are the life forms that imitate the dragon clan... I'll be here soon! Wait for me!"

(End of this chapter)