Chapter 1112: The Dusty Gate
Deep underground tunnel, the dusty gate has been there for thousands of years, standing quietly.
On the murals of the corridors on both sides of the gate, the most epic war of Sia's world is depicted.
The last golden ancient people, with a human army as vast as the tide, challenge the ruler of this world - the giant dragon.
The dragon's wings cover the sky, its flying figure as if to overshadow the sun.
Their breath falls on the ground, the scorching dragon's breath burns the land, turning hundreds and thousands of human knights into ashes in an instant.
Any giant dragon has the power to suppress a whole country. According to ancient standards of power, they are all monsters of country-destroying hero rank.
Even without any cultivation, just through natural growth, they possess race values far beyond those of humans. There are no obstacles to surpassing hero rank.
Just like the giant that disappeared, this creature is loved by Leviathan and is even seen as the direct descendant of Leviathan the Sky Beast.
The only ones who can rival these dragons are the descendants of Sia, who are known as the Golden Humans, the offspring of the Creator God.
In the mural, someone raises the holy sword and unleashes a breathtaking beam of light.
Someone wields the holy spear, piercing through the wings of the soaring dragon.
There are even gigantic giants over fifty meters tall, dressed in ancient armor that is far from the modern magic armor style, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the falling dragons on the ground.
These are the last giants, without any surviving members of their kind.
The blood of dragons, humans, and all the different races on the continent is spilled between the heavens and the earth.
The number of human deaths is a thousand times more than that of the dragon camp, yet the outcome of the war remains undecided.
It isn't until the owners of the holy sword and holy spear fall from the sky, and the fifty-meter giants kneel on the ground, that the war appears to be coming to an end.
Humans, will be defeated, cannot see any hope.
At that time, the dead bodies suddenly started standing up.
This scene was not recorded in the official history books of the divine era. The dragons looked in astonishment at the dead who had already risen again.
The final stage of the grandest war in the divine era began.
Humans and other races who died on the battlefield, regardless of their side, would stand up again and attack the Leviathan faction.
The deceased Swordmaster, the deceased Spear Master, and the deceased Last Giant.
Finally, several enormous monsters burst out from the midst of the mountains.
These beings were not naturally born creatures, and they could not even be called living beings. They seemed more like creatures created by humans, distorting the laws of nature.
Each of them possessed power surpassing that of ordinary dragons.
With the help of these weapons, humans finally defeated the dragon and forced the arrogant dragon to leave the land.
At the end of the mural, the remaining golden humans looked sadly at the massive weapons surrounding them, softly saying something.
Thus, the mural came to an end, and humans ushered in a new era, embracing the glorious dawn of the Divine Era.
However, the price was that all the golden humans, descendants of Sia, perished.
The leaders who had protected and guided humanity for thousands of years were buried deep within the Underground Cemetery.
If the story ended here, it would be truly wonderful.
Unfortunately, this is not the end of the story, but only a comma.
The golden ancient people, sleeping in the Underground Cemetery, didn't find true rest.
Because the period of magic tide decline had arrived, and the civilization of the Divine Era had reached its end.
The Underground Cemetery, originally built for golden humans, became the last safe haven for the descendants of the Silver era.
The underground ruins, where the ancient golden people are buried, became the last remaining land in the continent with some magical power.
The highest mages, afraid of losing their magical power, hastily retreated here, bringing with them almost all the treasures of the divine era, preparing to establish a new underground kingdom here.
However, their story could not be written on this mural.
Because, they are not the masters of this place.
Living humans cannot become the masters of the Underground Cemetery.
Here, belongs to the world of the dead.
Here, exist enemies that the highest mages of the divine era never expected to encounter.
Choosing to continue living on the surface, the mage lineage transformed into scholars who pass down knowledge, thinking that the mages of the divine era could smoothly enter the Underground Cemetery, waiting for the past of the period of magic tide decline.
There's no such thing, all the humans who enter the Underground Cemetery die, there are no living people here.
Wanting to pass through the period of weakened magic by sleeping, waiting for the arrival of the era of overflowing magic, is just a fantasy of the divine era mages themselves.
From the day it was built, the Underground Cemetery has had an owner.
Why has the whole world changed, but only the Underground Cemetery still has magic remaining?
That's because this is a special resting place.
The owner here doesn't allow outsiders to disturb the rest of their loved ones.
Anyone who enters the Underground Cemetery will be killed without mercy!
Anyone who dishonors the dignity of the Underground Cemetery will be killed without mercy!
This is the last sacred place in the world, the tomb of the golden humans.
War is no longer needed. Humans have obtained the crown of the continent, and everything has come to an end.
After several failed attempts and total destruction, no country dares to have any ideas about this place anymore, even after the long years.
Today, the silent and death-filled corridor welcomes guests once again, with not even a speck of dust.
She walked through the mural corridor that depicts the grandest battlefields of the divine era and approached the long-sealed doors of the Underground Cemetery, for who knows how many years.
Silver hair cascaded down to her waist, and her calm gaze seemed to see through all the secrets of the world. Just standing there, she was like a breathtaking painting.
A halo of magical dust slowly spread out behind her, perfect and unlike humans.
"Why... only now?" The empty gate spoke, representing the will of the master of this Underground Cemetery.
"Sorry... the coordinates here have changed drastically... I made you wait for so long..." The silver-haired figure gently reached out her hand and pressed it against the door that had been sealed for millions of years.
The silver patterns gradually spread and soon illuminated the entire ancient door.
"Finally... I can sleep..."
"This dream... it's also time to end..."
"These children... I'll leave them to you..."
"I've been guarding them for so long... I'm starting to lose sight of who I am..."
"Right or wrong... I can no longer choose."
Some tired voices gradually became low, like a guilty prisoner.
"It's not your fault... You did very well..."
"I will take care of what comes next... This world... leave it to me..."
