novellhall Chapter 82 Historical Echoes
Chapter 82 Historical Echoes
Chapter 84 Historical Echoes
Almost the instant he made his choice, the bronze divination tablet in his palm suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blue light!
The light spread rapidly, instantly forming a rapidly spinning vortex. A powerful suction force emanated from the center of the vortex, not acting on the body, but pulling at Lu Qingfeng.
[You have entered the Wandering Dungeon. Please remain where you are and wait for the boundary to shrink and for you to be teleported into the dungeon (the time flow in the Wandering Dungeon is different from that in the real world)].
Upon seeing this prompt, Lu Qingfeng did not resist, but relaxed his body and let the power engulf him.
His vision was instantly engulfed by a bluish-white light, and sharp, indistinct sounds whistled past his ears, like countless people screaming, crying, and chanting at the same time.
Then I felt a sense of weightlessness and blockage in my body, as if I had fallen from space into a barrier.
"thump."
The plane landed on its feet, its surface hard and cold to the touch. There was no crash; the landing was successful.
As the blue light dissipated, the scene before Lu Qingfeng's eyes had completely changed.
Before us stretched an utterly desolate wilderness. The sky was leaden gray, devoid of sun, moon, and stars, only a heavy, gloomy cloud hanging low.
The earth was scorched black, with no trace of green in the cracks. There were only scattered, pale bones weathered into strange shapes, some humanoid, some animaloid, and most unrecognizable fragments.
This startled Lu Qingfeng, who immediately checked himself.
His body was intact, and the effect of his illusory body was still there. In order to fit the ancient dungeon, he also put on the wandering sorcerer's costume. Skills, equipment, backpack - everything was as usual. Phew, unlike back in Jiangzhou, he could just send himself to reincarnation directly.
"No," Lu Qingfeng slowly spread his hands. The bronze divination piece from before had disappeared in order to open the portal.
Instead, a light blue divination mark appeared on the back of his hand, emanating a slightly cool aura.
You guys are just pointing fingers at anything that's even a little bit old.
Can you please stop tattooing things on people so casually?
The Nine Netherworlds Gaze at Fate Seal was like this before, and so is this Broken Hexagram now. At least the Nine Netherworlds Gaze at Fate Seal had some use, but what kind of nonsense is it to tattoo the extremely inauspicious hexagram of the top nine on my body?
Although I don't use my brain much, I still know a little about the I Ching, hey, you'd better have some unspeakable secret.
Lu Qingfeng forcefully suppressed the blood moon mark in his eyes, then began to examine the current instance.
[You have entered the Wandering Dungeon: Old Times (Special Scene/Historical Echoes)]
Current location: Wasteland
[Instance Hint: Buried beneath the dust of history lie forgotten truths and lingering obsessions. Explore, excavate, resolve, or become new dust.]
[Main Quest (Optional) Triggered: Exploring the Bone Wasteland (Current Exploration Progress: 0%)]
[WARNING: The laws of spacetime are disordered here, and some areas may echo with fragments of history. Please proceed with caution regarding any encounters.]
[Limited State: Integrated into the instance's time and space context; escaping requires fulfilling specific conditions or completing a core event.]
"Historical Echoes — Disorder of the Laws of Space and Time —" Lu Qingfeng carefully examined these words, his gaze sweeping across the desolate wilderness before him.
The clues all match up, so what's the core element? The shattered fragments of the Yin Spirit?
Lu Qingfeng tentatively began to use his senses.
Here, perception is significantly suppressed. What used to easily cover an entire city can now only extend to a few hundred meters, and the feedback is much more blurred, as if it has been interfered with by something.
The air currents were also extremely strange. Lu Qingfeng had never seen such sluggish air in all his adventures, as if all vitality and energy had died, leaving only cold remnants.
Even the circulation of qi and blood within his body was slightly sluggish, though the effect was minimal.
Having exhausted all other options, Lu Qingfeng brought out his old, worn-out robot vacuum cleaner.
Quietly watching this blob of blue disc scan its surroundings:
[Scanning in progress — Environmental assessment in progress — Preliminary environmental testing report in print —]
The current ecological environment assessment result is: extremely uninhabitable.
Tsk tsk tsk, as expected, this dungeon is going to be terrible without even thinking about it.
Since there are no clues, let's start exploring.
Lu Qingfeng casually tossed the broken robot back into his backpack, took a step forward, and took out Chongyue, ready for any eventuality.
However, he was clearly overthinking it; the air was filled with only deathly silence, absolute silence.
Apart from the sound of the wind, there was no sound of any living creature, not even the chirping of insects.
The sound of footsteps was exceptionally clear in the empty wilderness. After walking for about fifteen minutes, the surrounding scenery remained almost unchanged, still scorched earth and broken bones, as if there would never be an end to it.
Just as he was considering whether to speed up, a ripple suddenly appeared in the space a hundred meters ahead.
Immediately afterwards, a blurry light and shadow appeared out of thin air, then quickly became clear.
It was a scene of a dilapidated camp.
Several tattered tents covered in mud and dark brown stains, a few broken wooden carts, rusted swords, broken flags, and—more fresh bones scattered on the ground.
Most of these skeletons were incomplete, retaining the posture of struggling before death.
Several semi-transparent figures were moving about in the light and shadow. They were dressed in rough linen clothes. Some were hunched over by the fire to keep warm, some were sitting blankly with weapons in their arms, and two seemed to be arguing, but no sound could be heard.
The scene was like a mirage, yet it was a real projection onto this scorched earth.
You have encountered "Echoes of History: The Demise of a Defeated Army"
[Historical Echoes: Fragments of historical memory solidified at points of temporal and spatial disorder, usually harmless, but may contain information or trigger special events.]
】
Lu Qingfeng stopped and observed cautiously.
The semi-transparent figures showed no reaction to his appearance and continued to repeat their actions.
The two who were arguing suddenly started fighting, while the people around watched indifferently. The figure by the fire buried his face in his knees.
Then, the light and shadow began to fade, all the movements accelerated and distorted, and finally, as if erased by an eraser, they disappeared into the air along with the camp scene.
Only a few pieces of whiter, shinier bone fragments remained, along with a lingering sense of despair in the air.
"The defeated soldiers—" Lu Qingfeng walked over and picked up a piece of broken bone.
The bones were ordinary, not some kind of unusual bone, just ordinary human bones, except that the fractures were jagged, as if they had been broken by a tremendous force.
There was no special aura about it; it was no different from any other bone on the ground.
Was what we just witnessed a scene that actually happened here countless years ago? Why did these soldiers collapse in defeat? What did they encounter?
It seems that these "echoes of history" are part of the copy and may provide clues.
He continued onward. During the rest of his journey, he encountered several more similar echoes of history.
Sometimes it was a few scattered figures of fleeing civilians, stumbling and falling, eventually turning into bones on the scorched earth; sometimes it was a fierce battle between small groups of soldiers, whose opponent was merely a billowing black mist, the soldiers screaming as they were swallowed by it; and then there was a pair of soldiers advancing in the rain—
Lu Qingfeng silently noted down the contents of these echoes, trying to piece together the information.
Defeated soldiers, fleeing civilians, and soldiers fighting against the black fog —
All these echoes conveyed the same emotion: despair, defeat, and powerlessness. They seemed to be fleeing something, or being hunted and devoured by something.
Although most of them were probably only related to war, the black mist that had only appeared a few times left a deep impression on Lu Qingfeng. Was it some kind of monster? Or a calamity born from this land itself? Was this echo something it had given birth to?
The further you go, the more numerous and complete the broken bones on the ground seem to be.
Occasionally, you can see some relatively intact skeletons, in a running or curled-up posture.
The scorched earth grew even darker, and the air thickened with the scent of decay and death.
[Under the influence of special environmental factors —]
[Iron Body Assessment in Progress — Yin Sha Body Assessment in Progress — Death Qi Resistance Assessment in Progress — Energy System Assessment in Progress —]
[Judgment successful, you have received a new negative buff!]
[Environmental Erosion: A desolate and lifeless atmosphere. Health regeneration speed is reduced, stamina consumption increases, and prolonged exposure may lead to the negative status effect of "Vitality Decay."]
Lu Qingfeng frowned slightly and quickened his blood circulation to dispel the discomfort.
At the same time, he felt the Nine Netherworld Life-Seeking Seal on his shoulder blade throb, as if it had developed some kind of instinctive appetite for the surrounding environment.
This craving is just like when a feast is triggered; I've raised another little glutton.
As mentioned earlier, the mark needs to be stabilized by absorbing elite creatures with Yin attributes. Although the nature of the death energy here is unclear, it is obviously a type of Yin energy, and at a high level. However, out of caution, Lu Qingfeng did not absorb it.
You're an outsider, it's no big deal if you go hungry for a while. You want to eat this and that, what if you cause me any problems?
After traveling for an unknown amount of time, the leaden gray of the sky seemed to have become even darker.
Ahead, on the once flat horizon, a vast, continuous shadow appeared.
As you get closer, you realize that it's not a hill at all.
It was a hillside made entirely of bones.
The skeletons that make up the hillside are mostly grayish-white, and many have weathered and become brittle, but the whole structure still maintains a breathtaking scale.
These bone mountains stand silently on the scorched earth, like a pale forest of tombstones, telling the story of an ancient and cruel death far exceeding imagination.
Lu Qingfeng stood in front of the Bone Mountain and looked up.
Even though I've seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood in several dungeons, and even caused quite a few myself, the mountain of pure white bones that has stood for countless years still brings a completely different kind of shock.
How many lives have perished here? And who piled them up into this mountain?
Could I follow suit in the future?
Ahem—I've digressed. Let's investigate here. My intuition tells me that something big is about to happen.