Chapter 883 Overturned Tower
Although Aiwass was lost in thought while holding the two gems, no one dared to take them away from him.
But in the end, Aiwass did not disappoint people.
"I do have some ideas."
Aiwass began to speak, "I read in a book... that this world has three suns. The first sun fell before life was born, never to rise again; the second sun was killed and shattered by sacrifice and language, turning into a sky full of stars in the silent night; and the third sun was born from a three-legged crow, the child of Hengwo and Hengwo.
"The sun in our world is the third sun, and the hotter sun outside should be the second sun."
"I know, it's the 'Morning Crow Secret Sutra', right? I was fortunate enough to translate that book back then..."
Hearing this, Baike suddenly perked up: "The second sun...that is the god Amun whom we worship!"
It was evidently a privilege for a Horusian to translate—or even to read—the lore of the Sun, a knowledge once read that he could never forget.
Aiwass continued, "Since the second sun can be 'killed by sacrifice and language,' that means language must have existed when the second sun existed. And it possesses some special power, even comparable to 'sacrifice'... What can you think of?"
Then there is only one answer.
——These ancient runes!
Aiwass looked at Master Chongbo: "You are so eager to develop this relic... Is it to explore the mysteries of the runes?"
After all, as a transcendent of the Twilight Path, the motivation for wanting to open this relic is not in line with the Path's philosophy. It is already well preserved, and it is the insect amber that has liberated this well-preserved time and space.
Then there must be some motivation that can make him change his motivation.
For those extraordinary people on the twilight path who are indifferent to fame and fortune, what kind of treasure can make them excited?
"--no."
Chongbo just shook his head: "I do want to find something, but it's not them."
As he said this, he took the lead and walked forward: "Let's take a look inside first."
Seeing the old man slowly walking over, the wanderer was startled.
He went over to support Master Chongbo, cursing and supporting him, and first placed him in the back: "Wait, wait a minute, oh my god... Boss, please move back..."
Aiwass first handed the gem to Professor Bud, and then followed the wanderer steadily.
He moved the fingers of his right hand slightly, and then he perked up and stared closely at the Drifter, ready to heal at any time.
As a master of survival, Ronin not only has a sense of danger, but also has various instinctive escape abilities. Even if the eyes can't see, the ears can't hear, they can rely on intuition to dodge.
Even if the opponent bypasses the perception ability, Rurouni can find a way to avoid fatal damage to the vital parts - he relied on this ability to avoid the guardian puppet with illusion blessing before.
This makes the Survivalist the ultimate pathfinder. After all, even the most resilient defenders can be instantly killed by traps and ambushes. And if such a crucial class suffers damage, it could very well put the entire team at a disadvantage in a real fight... The Survivalist's combat effectiveness becomes less crucial.
To be more indifferent, even his death wouldn't matter. We didn't rely on him for damage anyway.
And the other function is something that defenders cannot do...
Suddenly, the wanderer stopped and stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop.
In an instant, everyone stopped.
The interior of the Tower of Babel was brightly lit, so even Professor Budd, who had no night vision, could see the Drifter's gestures clearly.
The wanderer closed his eyes slightly, as if sniffing something in the air.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and said, "Come here, Kitty. Let's disarm the trap."
As he spoke, he pointed in a certain direction on the wall.
The kitten, who had disappeared from the crowd at some point, appeared silently in that direction.
Her hands, wrapped in worn white bandages, touched the wall, but the trap didn't trigger. It was as if she were dead, or a ghost.
The kitten touched it, and its hands penetrated the wall and sank into the inside of it.
Unable to observe with her eyes, she could only sense the details through touch and hearing. After a while, there was a crisp sound, and several stone slabs on the ground suddenly cracked. Four rune-shaped slabs rose from the ground. Runes resembling eyes were engraved on the slabs. As they rose, they lost their original flowing azure color and gradually faded to black.
The kitten picked them up one by one nimbly, then walked back to the front of the crowd with light and silent steps and handed them to Aiwass like a treasure.
Aiwass tried to check them, but also did not see the attribute panel.
He ordered to remain cautious and move forward, and then discussed with everyone.
"What kind of trap is this?"
Aiwass asked the kitten.
Koneko shook her head, and the wanderer, still exploring the path ahead, replied, "There's no danger to life... but I sense a sense of separation and helplessness. So I suspect this is either a trap to trap people, or to transport them somewhere... perhaps a prison."
"Teleportation trap..."
Aiwass became slightly serious: "In a sense, this is the most deadly crisis."
Although teleportation didn't necessarily mean death, if the lost teammates couldn't be retrieved in a short period of time, it was equivalent to being killed instantly. Even Aiwass couldn't be resurrected.
"But, on the other hand..."
Zhu Tang pondered: "Since there is a trap here, does it mean that there is a treasure buried ahead?"
"I'm afraid there may not be any treasure."
Professor Budd shook his head. "The Tower of Babel...it's essentially a wizard's tower. There's no way it could possibly hold any treasure. It's unlikely you'd even find any lost ancient tome here, as writing wasn't widely used in that era. And it's even more unlikely there would be any books—even if we found some rune tablets engraved with ancient secrets, they probably wouldn't fetch much.
"Even Mr. Encyclopedia doesn't know about the ancient runes, let alone others. Given this situation, only a few people are qualified and have the potential to decipher their secrets... and they are all top-tier experts. Even if they don't snatch them away, there's no one else who can sell them."
"Since the buyer has the final say on when to buy them... their greatest value may be their cultural relic value."
"We also have to consider another possibility," Zhu Tang added, "Maybe after we take them out, they'll be reduced to dust.
"In my hometown, there's also a legend about 'preserved time and space.' It's said that a woodcutter, while chopping wood, accidentally stumbled into a strange dimension, where he encountered several children playing chess. Someone gave him some food, and he ate it, then watched them play. When he was about to return home, he discovered that the handle of his axe had rotted, and many years had passed.
"I previously thought he had entered the 'Land of Fairies' and eaten the fairies' food. But considering that the woodcutter was an adult... he could have mistakenly entered an older time and space that was preserved but unstable, and ended up being preserved along with it."
"...That means," the kitten said with some fear, "by the time we return, many years may have passed."
"It's possible."
Zhu Tang nodded.
But the taciturn Chongbo suddenly said, "No. Because this space-time is very stable..."
"Spell..."
Sine asked a very crucial and professional question: "It should be worn out, right?"
Chongbo obviously understood and nodded: "So this spell is continuously effective."
"What's the meaning?"
The kitten and wanderer in front didn't know what it meant.
Baike shook his head and walked over to explain to them, "What this means is that this preservation spell is continuously effective and recharged, rather than just being used once in the past."
"So... there's some kind of energy source here, right?"
Rurouni's spirits lifted, and he turned around and said with a smile: "Perhaps that can be considered a treasure!"
"It is indeed possible."
Baike nodded. "When we entered, I specifically measured the angle of the gate. We were walking straight ahead, and the distance we traveled was very close to the radius of the Tower of Babel. In other words, we were close to the center of the first floor of the Tower of Babel."
"If there is anything of value..."
【Then it should be here】
His voice suddenly echoed in the air.
No, rather than saying it was "echoing", it would be better to say that it was reflected directly into the heart.
Along with his thoughts, a faint sense of greed, vigilance, hesitation and curiosity came along.
Everyone was suddenly stunned.
The next moment, a new voice was heard:
[Fuck! What are these?!]
That was the voice of the Drifter.
He was obviously suddenly frightened - the more you rely on your "risk-avoidance instinct", the more timid you will be when faced with unexpected shocks.
And his fear, along with the subsequent anger, shame and other thoughts came along:
[What the hell… Is this, my idea? ]
[Mom, I don’t want to die... What...? ]
The kitten's cry was earth-shaking, echoing loudly in the empty corridor.
But she opened her eyes wide, and her whole body became motionless in an instant, as if she had been disconnected.
Amidst the vagrant's incessant cursing, Baike was the first to react, abruptly taking two steps back. Suddenly, one of the "heartfelt words" that had been constantly echoing in the air disappeared.
Ronin and Koneko immediately realized this and almost tumbled backwards, retreating to a position even further back than Baike.
"What's this?"
Rurouni said in surprise.
“…I understand.”
Professor Bud's eyes suddenly lit up. "This is how people communicated with each other in an era without writing... or when language was not yet popular!"
"really……"
The puppet, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly spoke in a cold voice, "I saw something Atlantean-style on the road, but the main race in the Tower of Babel should be the winged. After all, it was from here that the Winged Celestial Master ascended to the Dream World..."
"I heard that animals of the same species have a way of recognizing each other's intentions. But if there are multiple species here, then it seems that people can only rely on this method to communicate..."
Baike pondered, "Is it because the language wasn't yet popular at that time? Or in other words..."
"—This is the ancient [language]."
Aiwass looked ahead and continued softly, "There are no barriers, no ambiguity, no need to learn, no need to understand... It returns to the most essential use of language: to convey information. In the most efficient way."
Professor Budd suddenly became excited: "If this is true, then it means that current archaeological discoveries may be the opposite!
"Perhaps the Amber Age, when the Second Sun still existed, wasn't about language not being invented or popularized. It was about 'language' not being used for communication at that time!"
The ancient people of that era were naturally not savage animals who could only hum and moan.
The Atlanteans were able to develop star crystal technology, and the Tower of Babel developed by the Winged Ones was able to develop so many ancient spells, with one fragment even developing into a profession today. So how could they have been just dumb beasts who couldn't even speak in ancient times?
Not to mention... the "Beast" Tiansi had not yet been born at that time!
But people really cannot understand why the second sun was killed by language and why people did not use language to communicate before that.
"—but because before the invention of 'language', people had something better to use."
Aiwass said, "Back then... 'language' wasn't a tool for communication. It was a mysterious force that pointed directly to the source of the river, a lost path. That's why it could be used to kill the Second Sun!"
After that, the Tower of Babel collapsed and people scattered everywhere.
Having lost the ability to communicate, people use the heritage they have received to communicate with each other.
It is precisely because people are accustomed to the connection between each other's consciousness that the inheritance that has been scattered to various places is incomplete - originally they could have relied on others to complete it at any time, but after the Tower of Babel was destroyed by lightning, they could no longer do so.
"—From that time on, language gradually lost its mysterious element, became increasingly common... and eventually became a "language" used for communication!"
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