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"The Holy Flame Dynasty?"

The eyes of Su Shixia and others all fell on Feng Qiyu, waiting for his explanation.

Feng Qiyu still looked up at the murals on the wall.

By this time, many things on the murals could be guessed at a glance, so he did not hide it from everyone. He nodded slightly and briefly talked about the situation of the Shengyan Dynasty.

"According to limited historical records, thousands of years ago, the entire continent belonged to only one country and was under the rule of one monarch."

"That dynasty was called the Holy Flame Dynasty, and the master of that dynasty, the king who dominated the entire world, was called the 'Holy Emperor'."

"The reign of the Shengyan Dynasty was also the most glorious and powerful time in the entire continent. But perhaps the greatest prosperity must inevitably decline, and the decline of that dynasty was also very fast, and it was simply fleeting."

"When it disappeared, it didn't even leave any more traces, and was completely lost in the long river of time."

"The previous seal 19 said that this mural records everything that the 'Holy Emperor' experienced in his life from birth to death."

"Before, I doubted whether she was deceiving us, but now it seems...the details recorded on these murals are questionable as to whether they are true or false, but they do record the life of the 'Holy Emperor'. That’s right.”

"I actually only know a rough idea about the Shengyan Dynasty. In summary, it may not be as detailed as what this mural depicts."

"So let's look at it separately."

Feng Qiyu said: "Everyone, please be careful, pay attention to your feet and walls, and don't touch any mechanism by mistake."

"Everyone observe the content of the mural. If you find anything strange about the mural, you can tell me or Xia Xia directly."

He glanced at the ever-burning candlesticks fixed to the wall.

"I don't know what material the candles here are made of, but the things in the underground palace have absorbed too much, and they are definitely not good for normal people like us. So we try to seize the time and work hard to compile effective information."

After he ordered everyone, he raised his hand to signal everyone to disperse, then strode to Su Shixia's side and took little Qin Zhan into his arms.

"Zhan'er has grown up now and is heavier. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it if you keep holding him."

"Ye Li deliberately lured you here. There should be a message on this mural that he wants you to pay attention to."

Feng Qiyu said: "You concentrate on looking at those murals, and Zhan'er will be left to me first."

"it is good."

Su Shixia also knew that this was the best arrangement, so she didn't hesitate any more, nodded happily, stroked little Qin Zhan's head and told him to listen to Feng Qiyu's words.

After finishing speaking, Su Shixia walked to the first mural at the front and carefully studied the murals in chronological order.

There is a lot of information recorded on the murals. As mentioned in the nineteenth chapter, from the birth of the Holy Emperor to his death, the major events he experienced in his life, including some daily trivial matters, are all described in detail in the murals.

Su Shixia went from the first stroke to the last mural. Dozens of murals were connected together, as if he had quickly read through the life of the 'Holy Emperor'.

His birth was accompanied by auspiciousness. When he was lifted out of the delivery room by the midwife, the sky was filled with golden glow.

Everyone in the palace was dancing happily to celebrate, while the people outside the palace knelt down and worshiped the palace to show their respect for the future emperor.

He was able to draw a bow and arrow when he was only a year old.

At the age of three, he was able to write poems that were praised by everyone.

When he was five years old, he went hunting with the emperor and shot a deer with his own hands.

The late emperor died at the age of seven, and he ascended the throne at a young age.

When he was ten years old, the courtiers rebelled. The young emperor stood in front of the throne with a sword. Corpses were strewn in the hall, and people were kidnapped and executed inside and outside the palace.

The emperor was so angry that he laid down millions of corpses, and the blood flowed into the oars. That was the first time that as the "Holy Emperor" he showed his ruthlessness and majesty as an emperor.

Since then, there has been one more person by his side.

a woman.

Wearing a bright red sacrificial robe, her waist-length hair is spread behind her, she wears a crown with phoenix feathers on her head, holds an exquisite compass, and hangs a complex and gorgeous rattle around her waist.

Her face is blurry, but it can be seen that the people who carved these murals are full of fear and admiration for her.

Even the murals painted were all painted from an upward angle, as if looking directly at her face was a kind of blasphemy against her.

In many subsequent murals, the woman in red stood quietly beside and behind the "Holy Emperor".

Everyone was kneeling to her and the Holy Emperor, but she was the only one who didn't have to kneel to the Holy Emperor.

She accompanied the Holy Emperor to participate in sacrifices, participate in wars, and appease the people.

In so many murals, the two of them appear together, as if they were born to be a couple.

Su Shixia didn't think there was anything wrong with the murals in front of them.

But since the woman in red appeared.

Or should I say...seeing that the woman in red was always inseparable from the Holy Emperor, the more she looked at her, the more she felt something was wrong.

It's not that there's anything wrong with the mural's image.

But she had an inexplicable intuition in her heart, and that feeling kept telling her - it wasn't like this! This shouldn't be the case!

There was a stabbing pain in my mind.

The memory fragments accumulated after forcibly extracting Feng Muyao's soul memory last time seemed to be attracted by the content of this mural, and started to churn in her mind again.

A series of messy and broken pictures flashed through his mind. Su Shixia tried hard to capture it, but the harder he tried, the more he couldn't recall the actual content.

She frowned, raised her hand to rub her temples, and stared at the mural.

Ignoring the woman in red and only looking at the details depicted on the mural, she quickly grasped the clues.

That thing on the woman in red!

"Compass... bell?"

Su Shixia murmured and repeated these two words, and quickly connected them with things in reality.

"Could it be the universe compass obtained from the Western Qi Kingdom, and... the mysterious rattle enshrined by the high priest of Northern Xinjiang?"

The treasures used by the two countries to suppress the national movement actually belonged to the woman in red back then?

Who is she? !

"Feng Xiyue!"

Broken memory images were tumbling in her mind, and after an extremely angry and shrill scream, a figure clearly appeared in her mind.

Wearing a bright red sacrificial robe, a phoenix feather headdress, and holding a compass and a rattle hanging from his waist, the whole person is full of a noble and mysterious atmosphere.

Because it is an image in memory, it is extremely clear.

It was so clear that Su Shixia could recognize at a glance that the woman in the memory picture and the woman in the mural were definitely the same person.

It was enough for her to clearly see the face of the woman in red.

She had seen that face before.

Every day when she looked in the mirror, she would see that the woman's face was exactly the same as hers!

"Am I really Feng Xiyue? Is this the woman in red who has been following the 'Holy Emperor' on the mural?!"

"Then... what is the relationship between me and the Holy Emperor a thousand years ago?"