Chapter 60: The Chronicle

of the Falling Gods 1 To say that there was a huge crowd was an understatement. From Chu Cheng's perspective, he could see at least a few hundred people, all wearing clean white robes, with heads moving.

Chu Cheng himself sat on a high platform, which was about ten meters high. In front of him hung a long curtain that was more than twenty meters wide, hiding Chu Cheng's true face. From under the throne where Chu Cheng sat, there were forty or fifty steps leading to the ground.

Chu Cheng was not in a hurry to answer the repeated and loud shouts of the crowd below, but spread out his palms and examined his body with a careful look he had never had before. Although this body is in the New Age, and it is the original one that came with his soul, at least the system has never said that he changed his body in the Ancient Age, but this body is indeed very different from his body in the New Age.

The simplest thing is that he can feel his current superpowers, or to be more precise, his race magic is extremely strong. He has not tried the specific reasons, but he can be sure that it is at least stronger than his previous time jumps.

So Chu Cheng was wondering whether he was using the same body to time jump, or whether his soul was extracted separately and then attached to each time point. Rather than going back to the past, it was more like he was viewing past memories. During the whole process, he did not really go back to the past to experience Nerup's growth experience firsthand. Instead, he watched some relatively important time nodes in Nerup's life in a cursory manner, just like a teacher desperately marking the key points for you before the exam, so that Chu Cheng could cram for them.

Seeing that Chu Cheng did not reply, the people on the ground did not rush. They just bent their bodies, respectful to the point of being a little morbid, and mechanically repeated the sentence.

"Lord Nerobo, please bless Artaco. We are willing to offer you our faith and loyalty!"

But this time, the system that would have popped up in the previous times hid quietly, without making a single sound. It was so quiet that Chu Cheng almost forgot its existence.

'Why don't you come out and tell me how to bless? Why don't you explain how this place became Artaco?'

Chu Cheng didn't wait for the words he expected, but he didn't need them. Because when the thought of 'blessing' came up, a vague voice that seemed illusory and elusive, and could not be grasped, suddenly emerged in his mind. It felt like a word suddenly popped up in your mind. You had never heard such a voice before, and you couldn't tell whether it was your own thought or someone else's thought.

But Chu Cheng realized that this might be a blessing ceremony. He completely emptied his mind and let this mysterious voice take his thoughts and magic to fly freely. In his trance, he even saw a light golden color, or was it white?

In short, it seemed that the air was always changing colors, and the smoke whose specific color could not be distinguished was floating towards the round window above the dome. The almost negligible smoke drifted out, but when it touched the sky, it shrank dramatically into a small ball, and the color became brighter, at least allowing Chu Cheng to confirm that it was indeed gold.

Then the small ball continued to fly above the building, away from the window, and soon Chu Cheng could no longer track it with his naked eyes. After about twenty seconds, a sharp explosion sounded above the building, a bit like the sound of fireworks exploding, and the next scene was also very similar to fireworks.

Tiny golden flashes were accompanied by large and soft snowflakes that fluttered down, covering the roof with a thin layer of white snow. This snow, which seemed to fall with the morning light, continued to fall for nearly ten minutes, until the original color of the ground had been covered by the snow and could no longer be seen. Only after a deep footprint could be seen did it stop with a low dragon roar.

"Thank you, Lord Neropo,

for your blessing!" "Thank you, Lord Neropo, for your blessing!"

"Thank you, Lord Neropo, for your blessing!"

The crowd erupted in cheers that were as loud as tears, one wave higher than the other. The initial loud applause evolved into screaming at the end, and the sound was like fingernails scratching on glass, so piercing that it was not much louder than the howling of ghosts and wolves, and it was loud enough to almost blow the roof off.

From this moment, Chu Cheng truly felt that he was closely connected with the land of Ataco. Every breath he took was echoed by the deer chirping in the mountains, the birds flapping their wings, and the rushing streams. Even if he closed his eyes, he could still see every river and every tree in Ataco. These things were clearly displayed in his mind as if through multi-dimensional modeling.

And on the vast plain far away, a tall, crystal clear tree made of ice suddenly rose from the ground. It was covered with crystal clear ice flakes that were shaped between discs and leaves, giving the feeling of a fire tree and silver flowers.

At the same moment, Chu Cheng discovered that even if he didn't speak, his thoughts and ideas could be transmitted to every living being on the land of Ataco through voice transmission. He raised his hand, gently touched his eyes and felt his eyeballs slightly turning under his hand.

"I am the Blessing"

[Keywords detected: Blessing is about to make a time jump, countdown 3...2...1]

This time, Chu Cheng was on a bustling night street, wearing simple clothes and a mask on his face. It seemed that he wanted to hide. Chu Cheng went with the flow and tried his best to avoid the trouble caused by the leakage of superpowers. He sorted out the huge superpowers and magic power and let them flow peacefully in his body, and then blended himself into the crowd.

The Ataco here seems to have completely escaped from the ancient times. The buildings on the street have the symbols of the Ataco Ice Kingdom and are also decorated with various flower patterns. The streets are brightly lit, with bustling crowds, noisy vendors, flying elves and angel tourists, and beast tourists with obvious animal characteristics on their faces. In short, this place is more like the era background of the real society leaning towards modernization.

Just in case, Chu Cheng walked to a relatively sparsely populated stall and pretended to chat casually while looking at the goods.

"What year is it now?"

The vendor who was busy picking up the cream to make delicious food did not raise his head to answer Chu Cheng's question, but just replied hurriedly.

"Hey, sir, this year is the first year of the God-Falling Era, can't you remember that?"

'The God-Falling Era?'

A new time node appeared in Chu Cheng's knowledge base. No matter what, it was obviously a long time since Chu Cheng had just blessed Artaco. So Chu Cheng crossed his arms and consciously wanted to touch the earrings on his ears, but his empty hands suddenly reminded him that he didn't seem to have earrings at this time, so he let out a breath, put down his hands, and continued to inquire.

"Alas, I never leave the house and my brain forgets things. It's almost the anniversary of Lord God, right?"

In fact, Chu Cheng didn't know whether Artaco had this custom at that time. After all, he heard about it in Bellit during the New Era. If it didn't exist now, he could only use his backup plan to laugh it off.

Fortunately, he hit the mark. Chu Cheng's two consecutive questions seemed to make the peddler think of him as a traveler who came out to play in the wilderness, and his tone became much warmer.

"Are you here to attend the Millennium Celebration of the Lord God of Nature? Oh, that's a coincidence, the day after tomorrow is the first day of the celebration, you must attend"

"I see, that's why I'm here, thank you"

Chu Cheng left quietly after saying that, and no one noticed that at the corner of the long street, a little bit of gold was quietly scattered on the inconspicuous corner stalls. Chu Cheng

put his hands behind his back and strolled around the long street like he was strolling on the street, but he hid his tracks very well. After all, this is Ataco, his territory, and it is very easy to hide so that no one can find him.

After about two hours, Chu Cheng walked through all the places in the city where lights were on and where he could go sightseeing, and he almost knew the place well. Although on the surface the actual area is much larger than that of Ataco in the new century, you will feel jealous if you check it carefully. This is because most of Ataco in the new century is covered with thick ice and snow, so the real regional division cannot be revealed. Although Ataco is now known as the Kingdom of Ice and Snow, it is not covered too much with snow. On the contrary, the snow is more of a decorative feature.

This time, Avro was no longer by his side, which made Chu Cheng feel a little lonely for no reason. But it didn't come from the bottom of his heart, it was more like his brain telling him that he needed to be sad at the moment. Or maybe it was more of a feeling brought by "him" who had truly experienced tens of thousands of years of friendship with Afro.

There are still two days before the real celebration, but the streets and alleys are already full of various elements related to ice dragons, ice and snow, and the feeling of a festival celebration is overwhelming. Many tourists who are obviously foreigners are also laughing and smiling on their faces.

[Is this the Altaco you like?]

The system, which has not spoken for a long time, suddenly said something. Chu Cheng walked on the cobblestone road around the city where the atmosphere was relatively cold and more suitable for strolling. He used his eyes to take in the beautiful scenery along the way. The family of three who were holding hands and preparing to go home, interlocked their fingers and whispered to the affectionate couple in Tsinghua. There were old people leaning against each other on the benches, and human and beast children running on the grass holding flowers. These seemed to be the dreams of the future Atako, but they would never come true, dreamy, fairy-tale-like scenes.

Chu Cheng stood there for so long that a little frost condensed on the soles of his shoes. Although it was mixed in the thin layer of snow and could not be seen, he still stood on tiptoe and rubbed the ground to wipe off the magical frost.

[This is what Atako should look like]

As soon as these words were spoken, the system lost contact again, as if a stone had sunk into the sea. Chu Cheng turned his head and walked towards the depths of the forest. He remembered that this direction should be where he had found the abyss. But there is no strong magical pressure here. There are even many residents scattered here. No plants similar to vines are seen, let alone the mysterious abyss that came from nowhere.

'Abyss?'

Chu Cheng, who has not used the abyss as a magician for a long time, almost forgot the existence of vines. He raised his hand and placed it on his chest. Under his fingertips, there should be a small piece of skin that emits slightly hot air and can feel the bulge. At this moment, it is smooth and flat, and the slightly cool body temperature is very consistent with the climate of this country.

The vine disappeared. Theoretically, this is not a strange point. After all, if according to the previous speculation, his soul or consciousness is attached to each time point, then at this time point, he naturally will not see the vine, and there is no way to subdue it. But why did he feel that the breath of the vines was so familiar, yet strange?

Chu Cheng traveled to the past because he went to Ferog and entered the palace of the goddess of night, which is now, Neropo's friend Afro, and was brought here by the sudden emergence of black liquid.

At that time, there were vines growing on the ground that were clearly growing in Atako. But although the fluctuations on the vines were somewhat similar to Afro, they were only a little bit, and there was still a big difference.

So when he first came here, Chu Cheng suspected that it might be him or someone else who planted the vines on Afro's bottom one day in the past. But according to legend, the abyss appeared after the collapse of Neropo, which means that this was most likely not caused by Chu Cheng himself.

And the collapse of Neropo has always been a point of entanglement for Chu Cheng. Did Neropo collapse? Is the historical Neropo the same life as him? If so, does that mean he died in the past and came back to life in the future? Is that the work of the system?

But the system never mentioned his rebirth, so is Chu Cheng really Chu Cheng? Is he Neropo, the god of nature who has lived for tens of thousands of years, or Chu Cheng, the young master of the Chu family who has the memory of the real world?

These mysteries are intertwined one after another, making this confusing matter even more complicated. Just as Chu Cheng was thinking, he suddenly stepped on something hard, almost making Chu Cheng fall.

Chu Cheng steadied himself and squatted down, picking up the thing that almost tripped him. When he saw the words engraved on it with the moonlight and the excellent vision of the Ice Dragon, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils and open his mouth but couldn't say a word.

It was written on it

, "Who did I kill the Golden Hat with this time?"