Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1134 There are at least tens of thousands of suits of armor here.

Old Man Yan leaned closer to look and shook his head: "I can't tell. He's very old, unbelievably old."

The further you go in, the wider the passage becomes.

It went from only being able to accommodate two people side by side to being able to accommodate four people, and then to being able to accommodate eight people.

The rock wall overhead was also rising, so that we could now stand up straight instead of having to bend over to pass through.

A smell began to appear in the air.

It doesn't smell like rust.

It was an older, drier scent, like dust sealed away for millions of years that had finally been reopened.

The passage began to slope downwards.

The humus underfoot gradually turned into gravel, and the gravel then turned into smooth stone slabs.

The stone slabs were laid out neatly, one next to the other, with black grime filling the gaps, but the surface of the slabs remained as smooth as ever.

Those are marks from manual polishing.

Tuoba Shan, who was walking at the front, stopped in his tracks.

"Senior, look ahead."

The passage suddenly widened ahead, turning into a huge canyon.

It's not a natural canyon.

The rock walls on both sides were neatly cut, with smooth, mirror-like surfaces, and were covered with dense battle patterns.

Those battle patterns stretched from the ground to the horizon, layer upon layer, like an inverted river.

The canyon is wide enough for a hundred people to walk side by side.

It was very deep; the torchlight couldn't reach the end, and only faint outlines could be seen in the darkness.

Huge stone pillars, collapsed stone walls, and shattered stone statues.

Zhang Yuan stood at the entrance of the canyon, his gaze slowly sweeping over the battle patterns on the rock walls.

His expression was calm, but the fingers gripping the torch tightened slightly.

"Enter."

A team of 100 people is traversing the canyon.

The battle patterns on the rock walls on both sides gleamed with a dark luster under the torchlight.

The patterns are extremely fine, each stroke is steady, the transitions are smooth, and the depth is consistent.

Even after countless years, the lines are still clearly discernible, as if they were carved just yesterday.

Amu walked in the middle of the group, observing the battle markings as he went.

He was the most knowledgeable about battle patterns among the Bai Shuang descendants, besides Tuoba Gu, but he didn't recognize any of the patterns on the rock wall.

It's not that I don't recognize a particular pattern, it's that I don't recognize the entire system.

It was completely different from the one that Tuoba Gu had taught him; it was more precise and had a more complex structure, as if it were a product of another era.

“These battle runes…” Amu said in a low voice, “are more advanced than any battle runes I have ever seen.”

Tuoba Shan walked at the front, holding a short spear in his hand, his eyes constantly scanning the darkness ahead.

His intuition told him that something was wrong with this place.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

It was so quiet in the canyon.

There was no sound of wind, water, or insects.

Even their own footsteps sounded unusually muffled in the canyon, as if they had been sucked away by something.

"Stop." Zhang Yuan raised his hand.

The line stopped.

Zhang Yuan walked to the rock wall and reached out to touch the battle patterns carved on it.

His fingers slid slowly along the lines of the skin, from one end to the other, and then stopped.

"These are sealing marks."

Tuoba Shan asked, "What are you sealing?"

Zhang Yuan did not answer.

He was also curious about what was sealed here.

As for the potential dangers within the seal, he was not afraid.

In this world, there is no danger he cannot withstand.

It was possible a million years ago, and it certainly is possible now. Zhang Yuan turned around and continued walking forward.

The group exchanged glances and quickly followed.

The procession continued for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The canyon ahead suddenly widened again, turning into a huge underground basin.

The basin is at least several miles in diameter and is surrounded by towering rock walls, which are also covered with battle markings.

At the bottom of the basin, countless remnants of armor lay scattered.

There were so many suits of armor that it was terrifying!

Layer upon layer, covering the entire basin floor.

Some of the armor still stands upright, leaning against stone pillars, like a soldier resting against a pillar.

Some armor lay on the ground, shields were thrown aside, and spears were broken in two.

Some of the armor was piled up together, like a small mountain.

The smell of rust hit me.

These suits of armor have been stored here for at least a million years!

Millions of years have corroded these armors beyond recognition.

The sheet metal was covered in rust, some of it rusted through, leaving only a skeleton.

The leather parts had long since rotted away, leaving only the remains of metal.

Some of the armor had rusted down to a thin layer, and would crumble at the slightest touch.

But there are too many of them.

Yan Qing stood at the edge of the basin, his gaze sweeping over the scattered remnants of armor, his mouth agape, unable to close.

He had been hunting for three years, and the largest hunt he had ever witnessed was the encirclement and hunt of Liuyun Village, where thousands of people went out together.

But compared to the scene before them, that was nothing.

There are at least hundreds of thousands of suits of armor here.

Yan Laoshuan squatted down next to a suit of armor and reached out to touch it.

The armor was so rusted it was unrecognizable. The moment his fingers touched the breastplate, he heard a crack as a piece of the metal broke off.

"Good heavens..." Old Man Yan withdrew his hand, "How long have these things been here?"

No one could answer him.

Zhang Yuan walked down the basin, stepping on the scattered remnants of armor, and slowly moved forward.

The metal sheet beneath their feet shattered underfoot, making a cracking sound that echoed through the empty underground basin.

He walked to the very center of the basin, stood still, and looked around.

The scattered armor lay silently around him, like a graveyard buried by time.

He didn't speak, he just stood there, his gaze sweeping over each suit of armor.

The members of the 100-person team came down one after another.

They stood amidst the wreckage of armor, and no one spoke.

Everyone was stunned by the sight before them and didn't know what to say.

Amu squatted down and picked up a rusty long knife.

The battle patterns on the blade were completely blurred, and the blade was full of nicks. As soon as he picked it up, the blade broke in two.

He looked at the broken half of the knife in his hand, said nothing, and gently put it back in its place.

Tuoba Shan walked to a shield that was standing against the wall.

The shield had several large holes rusted through it, but the character engraved in the center of the shield was still faintly discernible.

岳。

The words on it are exactly the same as those on the previous piece of iron.

He reached out and touched the word; a cold sensation came from his fingertips.

He suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, as if something was blocking it.

"Everyone, rest where you are." Zhang Yuan's voice echoed in the empty underground basin. "Amu, take some men to guard the entrance. Tuoba Shan, you and the others come with me to explore."

Zhang Yuan led a dozen or so people to continue walking forward.

At the end of the basin is a wider passage, with murals carved on the walls on both sides.

The content of the murals is easy to identify.

This records the history of this army. (End of Chapter)