"The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well is the place where the Water and Fire Dragon Kings fell. Could it be that a Dragon King is also buried here?"
Lu Feng glanced at the altar and shook his head.
This place was only about half the size of a basketball court, and it wasn't as mystical as the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. What kind of Dragon King would be so petty?
Lu Feng began to explore carefully, meticulously parting the weeds, hoping to find a hidden mechanism.
He walked up to a stone pillar and stopped.
The surface of the rock was heavily weathered, but upon close observation, some strange symbols could still be found on it.
"Hoo~!"
Lu Feng brushed away the moss on the rock and blew off the sand on top.
This looked like a star chart. The drawing was simple, the lines rough. A few strokes sketched out several trajectories, seeming to mark the paths of celestial bodies.
No matter what world, human wisdom is infinite.
Does this mean that the ancient people of Douluo Star already knew the world was round? Lu Feng exclaimed inwardly at the absurdity.
He continued to the next rock. Although this trip hadn't yielded the treasure he wanted, his strange knowledge had increased quite a bit.
"This picture should be depicting ancient humans practicing slash-and-burn agriculture, driving away wild beasts, and expanding their territory." Lu Feng's gaze was attracted by the scene in the picture.
The second picture was relatively well-preserved. It showed two opposing camps. One side was human, with some holding weapons; the other side should be wild beasts or soul beasts.
"Wait!"
Lu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he cleared all the moss from the upper part of the stone pillar. At the top of the pillar, there was a pattern resembling a crack, clearly carved by human hands.
The meaning it represented should be: the sky had cracked!
Lu Feng recalled the strange dream he had had beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and a bold guess formed in his mind.
In ancient times, a great war had occurred on Douluo Star.
The opposing sides were not humans and soul beasts, but the entire Douluo Star against enemies from beyond the heavens!
This battle had united both soul beasts and humans.
Several great Dragon Kings, at least the Water and Fire Dragon Kings, had fallen in this battle.
Could it be the Abyss Plane?
Lu Feng recalled the novels he had read in his previous life. Although he hadn't read much of the third part, he knew some information sporadically.
The Abyss Plane...
God King Tang's ten-thousand-year plan...
The upgrade of the Douluo Plane...
Lu Feng continued to observe the other patterns. The third stone pillar was broken, yielding no useful information.
On the fourth stone pillar was a portrait of a person with a cat-like soul beast crouching at their feet. Lu Feng didn't understand what it meant.
Night fell quietly, gradually enveloping the valley in silence.
The night in the valley was a bit cold. Lu Feng wrapped the blanket tightly around himself, ensuring there wasn't a single gap.
Luo Wupao curled up at Lu Feng's feet, frozen like a dog.
"Huh? Is it dawn?" In a daze, Lu Feng felt a strong white light coming from outside the tent.
He rubbed his eyes, looked at the curled-up Luo Wupao, and kicked it.
"Luo, luo!"
Luo Wupao was suddenly startled awake and let out a dissatisfied bark.
"Silly dog, still sleeping? It's already dawn," Lu Feng rubbed his eyes, yawned, and walked out of the tent.
However, the moment Lu Feng opened the tent, a powerful suction force suddenly appeared.
The next moment, the surrounding scenery became blurry. The starlight, the treetops, the tent—everything began to distort and deform, finally disappearing into a vortex.
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Feng felt his cheek being licked by something.
"Slurp~"
Lu Feng opened his eyes and saw Luo Wupao standing beside him, rubbing its large head against his face.
"Huh, Wupao, where are we? Are we dreaming?"
Lu Feng looked around and found that he was still in that quiet valley.
Surrounding him was a range of towering mountains. The murmuring sound of a stream came from the distance, and the air was filled with the fresh fragrance of flowers and grass.
Like a paradise.
Normally, dreams were blurry and indistinct. But at this moment, Lu Feng could clearly hear the sound of the wind and insects around him, and could even smell the fragrance of flowers in the valley.
Lu Feng took a deep breath and immediately felt clear-headed and sharp-eyed.
"Luo, luo!" Lu Feng pinched Luo Wupao's hind leg, and Luo Wupao immediately yelped in dissatisfaction.
"There's still feeling. Looks like it's not a dream!" Lu Feng rubbed Luo Wupao's large head, calming it down.
"Boom~!" A clap of thunder sounded.
Lu Feng looked up and saw a large crack in the distant sky.
Looking through the crack, it was a dark abyss, filled with lightning, bottomless.
"Huh? Are you from outside the mountains?" Just then, a clear voice came from behind Lu Feng.
He turned his head and saw a young boy looking at him.
The boy was in his teens, about 1.7 meters tall, with his hair braided. The clothes he wore looked like they were made of linen, and an animal hide was wrapped around his waist.
"Huh? Have you already inherited a martial soul?" the boy pointed at Luo Wupao and said joyfully.
"Inherited? Martial soul?" Lu Feng asked, puzzled.
"That's right! Today is the big day for our tribe to inherit martial souls. You should come and see too!" As he spoke, the boy took Lu Feng's hand and walked towards the center of the valley.
Deep in the valley was a wide square with a high platform in the middle. Around the square stood four stone pillars.
A group of people dressed in animal skins gathered together, talking and laughing.
Lu Feng looked at the strange scene before him, too shocked to make a sound. This place was exactly the altar he had explored before!
"Next, Azi!"
"It's my turn, my turn!" the boy who had led Lu Feng shouted excitedly.
He walked onto the altar with his head held high. Immediately after, the tribal chief chanted a few incantations. In an instant, dark clouds gathered, a fierce wind arose, and a dazzling golden light shone on the platform.
The next moment, a small black cat appeared at Azi's feet.
This should be similar to a martial soul awakening, right? Lu Feng thought to himself as he carefully watched the altar.
The strange thing was that these martial souls, like Luo Wupao, were all in an external state.
By a small river, Lu Feng and Azi walked side by side.
"Tang Er, I'll see you off here," Azi said reluctantly.
Lu Feng nodded and looked up at the crack in the sky. According to Azi, the crack had existed for countless millennia.
Over the long ages, countless powerhouses had fought bloody battles. Initially, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Beast races were the main forces fighting against the enemies from beyond the heavens.
However, the enemies from the Underworld were too strong. The battlefield was almost completely one-sided, and the gods of Douluo Star gradually fell, their numbers dwindling.
Even the strongest Dragon Clan had lost Dragon King-level combatants.
In the face of crisis, the most powerful God Kings united and created a powerful cultivation technique, summoning back the fallen gods in the form of martial souls, entrusting them to the Human race.
Despite this, the situation remained grim.
Azi looked up at the crack. "Tang Er, I'll be going to the battlefield soon too. Do you think we'll win?"
"Azi, we will definitely win!" Lu Feng clenched his fists and said firmly.
Even though he knew the final outcome, witnessing this part of history firsthand still made his blood boil.
Azi looked at Lu Feng and said uncertainly, "Tang Er, you're not lying to me, are you?"
"I'm not lying. Let's high-five," Lu Feng raised his right hand as he spoke.
"Alright!" Azi also raised his right hand.
"Smack!" The palms of the two youths slapped together.
In the real world, Lu Feng suddenly woke up with a start.
He slowly got up, walked out of the tent, and looked around. He was still in that broken valley.
Lu Feng panted heavily, his heart still beating rapidly.
He recalled the scene from his dream: the altar, Azi, and the terrifying crack in the sky—all were vivid in his mind.
Lu Feng reached up and touched his forehead; it was covered in sweat.
"What's this?" Lu Feng looked at the golden mark on the palm of his right hand, puzzled.
The next moment, a violent golden light burst forth from the mark, enveloping him.