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Chapter 480: The Origin of the Purple Eye Clan
Tongtian Mozun held the scriptures in the temple, his expression was comparable to that of the most pious priest: "The scriptures say that the Son of God walked in the world. In order to save the obsessed people from being bullied by the devil, he gave up his body. He was nailed to the cross. He redeemed mankind with his precious blood, and he also redeemed himself. After the Son of God returned to heaven, he enjoyed supernatural divinity and was able to sit at the right hand of God.”

"Please pay attention." Tongtian Demon Venerable specially emphasized: "The divinity of the Son of God is not bestowed by the Father God, but he comprehends it from the world by himself."

Yiman has always held a skeptical attitude towards the records in the scriptures, just like the biographies of those emperors, they are full of praise.It is recorded in the scriptures that the Son of God walked the world, not an earth-shattering power, but a mortal body, experiencing the sufferings of the world, how could he comprehend the divinity beyond the imagination of this world.

Tongtian Mozun looked at Yiman's puzzled expression, and smiled kindly: "You are too young to experience the true meaning of life." Speaking of this, he said with self-deprecation: "I have lived in the world for thousands of years, more and more Feeling the incomparable mysteries revealed in the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the world, but still unable to peek into the tip of the iceberg. The son of God has achieved divinity in just one life, it is amazing."

According to the scriptures, the Son of God is a man of great wisdom, and his wisdom is unmatched by ordinary people.

Yiman twisted his mouth, and sneered at Tongtian Mozun's teaching.If you experience the sufferings of life, you will be able to possess divinity. In this world, there have been more than billions of human beings throughout the ages. Why didn't there be a second Son of God?
Tongtian Mozun noticed Yiman's expression and just smiled to show his understanding.Young and frivolous, full of vigor, full of vigor, some stubbornness and persistence are taken for granted.

The two walked into a long corridor. The reliefs and paintings hanging on the wall were exquisite in style and full of charm.Among them is a purple-eyed person working in the field, with an expression of peace beyond words.There are tall bread trees, and children playfully climb up and down.

There are some paintings that express the expression of the king enjoying the joy with the people. Yiman has a mirror in his heart. Such praise works are usually fictional.But one of the long scrolls, depicting Wanmin offering sacrifices on a high mountain, aroused Yiman's interest.

This is an incomparably majestic mountain peak. Although it towers into the clouds, there is no snow on the top of the peak. On the top of the mountain, a simple altar made of stones floats a path of light.Kings wearing crowns, nobles in gorgeous clothes, and the most ordinary people, all with the most pious expressions on their faces, climbed the mountain along the road of light.

Iman had seen this kind of sacrificial ceremony many times when he was a child.The believers offered the sacrificial meat according to their own abilities, and the priests prayed to the sky, and then the divine fire was drawn to cook the sacrificial meat.Then it is divided equally according to the head, regardless of their status, age, elders or children, they all get the same weight of sacrificial meat.

The object of the Zimu people's sacrifice turned out to be the true god, which was beyond Yiman's expectations.Although the temple is now in the Iberian Dynasty, churches have been built in almost every large-scale city, and there are many missionaries traveling the kingdom, healing diseases and rescuing people, and performing miracles.But there are only a very small number of purple-eyed people who believe in gods.

"Young man, do you see that this mountain is surprisingly tall, which is not found in our continent? All believers know his name. This is the famous Mount Sinai." Tongtian Mozun said with pride in his tone: "Our Purple Eyes were originally the people of God's blood."

Mount Sinai, the "sacred peak" recorded in the scriptures, the Ark of the Covenant was shaped on this peak.But I don't know where it exists. Some people say that it was originally a mountain in heaven. As far as Yiman knows, neither the Dragon's Continent nor the Giant's Continent has Mount Sinai.If this mountain is really in this world, it can only be said that there is a third continent in this world.

Yiman looked at Tongtian Mozun with a slightly different look: "Could it be that the purpose of the Ark of Bones is to sail to the land where Mount Sinai is?"

Tongtian Mozun nodded solemnly: "The continent where Mount Sinai is located is called the Continent of Gods. The scriptures call it the land of salvation, and it is the birthplace of the Zimu tribe." Tongtian Mozun sighed slightly: "That is The ancestors of the Zimu clan lived and thrived for generations, and later some people crossed the ocean and came to the Dragon Land, and gradually abandoned their beliefs, but the Han, Tang and Romans accepted the true way of God."

The history has passed for too long, even Tongtian Mozun, I don't know what happened in the history, why some Zimu people came to the Dragon's Continent to make a living.

Yiman's heart was extremely shocked. In his heart, the Zimu clan who had always been against the temple turned out to be the blood people of God. They betrayed their inheritance and fell into the clutches of the devil.

Suddenly, Yiman realized that something was wrong, he took a few steps forward, stroked the paintings with his hands, and said in bewilderment: "This paper, this pigment, has a history of not more than a hundred years, and it is definitely not handed down from ancient times. "

Tongtian Mozun nodded and said, "We found many damaged antiques in an ancient ruins. These reliefs and paintings were restored and copied by special means."

"Some changes have been made on it, haven't they?" Yiman turned around, stared at Tongtian Mozun's eyes and said, "For example, the eyes of the humans in the paintings are not purple."

The expression on Tongtian Mozun's face suddenly trembled, as if his mind had been broken: "Those who achieve great things must use some means when necessary. These people are the ancestors of the Zimu clan, and the mainland of God is the hometown of the Zimu clan. There is no doubt about it.”

God created the purple-eyed people, and other humans are the products of magic.There are indeed such records in some precious documents of ancient theology.

Yiman nodded convinced: "Yes, as long as the original intention is good and the goal is correct, it doesn't matter what method is used."

Tongtian Mozun looked at a simple sketch, which was the scene of a family having a happy dinner under the sunset: "When we reach the land of gods and return to the land of our ancestors, we will escape from the shackles of fate. true redemption has been achieved."

The Ark of Bones project has been going on for nearly 100 years, and Emperor Ziri Yiman probably knows about it.

Although Emperor Ziri Yiman is the emperor, the actions of the twelfth-rank peerless powerhouse are beyond his control.The plan to build the Ark of Skeletons was carried out in secret and did not cause a sensation. Even if it was to give the emperor some face, he could only turn a blind eye.

Yiman suddenly thought of a question, if Emperor Ziri Yiman got the power of the abyssal demon god and became a great demon body, and history developed in the direction of the end of the world, would he still be able to sit idly by?

In the time flow where Yiman is located, it is recorded in history that after the fall of the Yiboli Dynasty, there was indeed a group of Zimu people who crossed the Barbarian Plain and the Hundred Thousand Mountains and disappeared.

Thinking of this, Yiman looked relieved: "May I ask if the location of God's Continent is to the west of the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

The wrinkles on Tongtian Mozun's face stretched out, and he said with a happy expression: "I'm very happy that you asked this question, and I feel extremely comforted in my heart."

Why is he happy?Yiman was puzzled.

Tongtian Mozun did not explain, but continued: "Crossing the Barbarian Plain from the Iberian Dynasty, crossing the [-] mountains, and reaching the Gulf of Honor, the journey is far more than ten thousand miles. So we built dozens of bone arks, which are thousands of miles on land. Thousands of undead creatures form an ark in the ocean. It can not only carry food and equipment for us, but also play a role of protection."

The idea of ​​the Ark of Bones is indeed a whimsical idea, otherwise it would be impossible to transport a large ship thousands of miles away, and to cross mountains and mountains.

"Sure enough, it's a good idea." Yiman praised: "It turns out that the purple-eyed tribe's plan to return to the land of gods has long been in place, but what's going on with the god of supernatural powers?"

A strange expression appeared on Tongtian Mozun's face: "There is a deep meaning here, don't let it go, don't let it go."

Iman: "..."

The materials used to build the Ark of Skeletons were obtained from the bottomless abyss, the death jedi of the Iberian dynasty. It is said that the abyss is connected to the dark underground world, and ferocious monsters often jump out.

After bidding farewell to Tongtian Mozun, Yiman returned to the side of the saint Helia, taking on the role of guarding the copper coins.He continued to investigate the matter of the messenger of the supernatural power in secret, but there was still no result.

In a few days, it was the annual young crop sacrifice of the Iberian dynasty, and the saint Helia had to participate as usual.Pray to God, bless this year with good weather and abundant grain.

(End of this chapter)