Cultivating Immortals For All: I Can Modify The Script Of Life

According to the book, a large number of charred bodies were found in the temporary tents, all of which were comrades who died in the battle.

"This should be."

Li Ang muttered to himself: "Those bastards dare to run into my house while I'm sleeping? I'm sure I won't spare you!"

He stood up, dressed, and walked out of the house.

Night fell outside, the cold wind howled, and the dark clouds covered the bright moonlight.

Li Ang takes a deep breath, runs True Qi, adjusts the breathing rhythm, and frees Spiritual Qi in the surrounding air of Breathing Exercises.

call--

The cold air pours into the lungs, making people feel comfortable.

Li Ang opened his eyes, and out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of an orange light emerging from the forest in the distance.

Is it a fire?

He walked slowly along the traces of the fire.

A few seconds later, a low wooden house came into view, exuding smoke.

Li Ang pushed the door open and found four or five people sitting in the wooden house, having dinner and drinking beer, chatting and laughing constantly.

"who?"

Several people around the wooden table raised their heads in unison, their eyes were fierce, revealing a ferocious expression.

"Oh, I was passing by."

Li Ang waved his hand to break the embarrassing situation.

"Oh..." Several people breathed a sigh of relief, put down their knives and forks, and wiped their mouths.

They were thin, dark-skinned, with slightly narrowed eyes and high nose bridges, resembling the aborigines of ancient Egypt.

This is a black man from West Asia who was active in Europe before and once set up a colonial force stationed in Indonesia and other places.

After careful identification for a while, Li Ang confirmed that these people were ancient Egyptians.

However, these black men looked at Li Ang very warily.

They stuffed a bag of grain to Li Ang, and then walked into the bedroom at the back of the wooden house with the bowls and chopsticks.

In the center of the cabin, lay a woman.

Her cheeks were as pale as paper, her eyes were closed tightly, her breathing was slow, her chest was steady, and she seemed to have been unconscious for a long time.

This woman has a beautiful appearance and exquisite facial features. She is wearing a simple and plain cloth dress, her hair is shawl and reaches her waist, and it rises and falls slightly with light breathing.

"What's happening here……"

Li Ang scratched his head, picked up the grain bag on the wooden table, and poured out some dried rice grains.

"Well……"

Li Ang tasted it, and found it to be similar to common bran, nothing special, but it smelled very sweet.

He tasted another grain of Black's rice.

The rice grains entered the abdomen, turned into heat, and quickly spread throughout the body.

A warm feeling emerged in my heart.

Many images suddenly flashed before Li Ang's eyes.

He came to a strange place.

This is a desolate primeval jungle, covered with yellow leaves and rotting roots.

The sky is gray, and a bright moon hangs, emitting a faint light, illuminating the surrounding environment.

Not far from the bright moon, stands a huge stone monument.

The stele is three feet wide and about seven or eight feet high. There are obscure inscriptions engraved on the surface, full of the vicissitudes of life.

Li Ang walked half a circle around the stele, but didn't see anything.

He tried to reach out his right hand to touch the stele again, only to find that the moment his fingertip touched the stele, it immediately became transparent.

The words on the stele spread out like water ripples, enveloping Li Ang.

After a whirl, Li Ang looked away from the stele, and appeared in a dark and gloomy corridor, the walls on both sides were mottled, showing the traces of years of erosion.

"Where is this?" Li Ang wondered.

He took two steps towards the corridor, and suddenly his eyes widened in surprise.

In front of the corridor, a stone door appeared, thick and dilapidated, covered with rust stains.

Li Ang stretched out his hand to touch the stone door, it was cold and hard, and he couldn't feel the material.

This stone gate may not exist, it is composed of virtual items.

"Strange, why is it designed as a false stone gate?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows and walked forward along the corridor. After turning a corner, he found several other stone doors, all of which were solid, bronze or metal, and full of traces of the vicissitudes of time.

"It looks like everything is the same, it's just a different decoration."

Li Ang muttered a few words, walked around the sixth stone gate, and found that the front suddenly opened up.

Here is a huge open space, across the canyon, stretching to the horizon, the terrain is relatively high.

On the other side of the open space, there are two small houses, with a kitchen and toilet on the first floor and a small warehouse on the second floor.

There are several wooden boxes on display in Curry. Li Ang walked over and opened them, and found that there were all kinds of tools inside, including shovels, hammers, rakes, sickles, hammers... and all kinds of weapons such as axes, hooks and forks.

"It seems that the residents of this small town like to chop firewood for farm work."

Li Ang pouted and closed the box.

Suddenly, he noticed some wooden planks piled up in the corner, which seemed to be used to bind something.

Li Ang went over to look and found a fluffy ball hidden in the cracks of the planks.

The fluffy ball seemed to be suffocated, curled up into a ball, and occasionally trembled.

Li Ang squatted down, trying to wake up the fluffy ball, at this moment, the vision suddenly rose.

A ray of light mist that cannot be detected by the naked eye diffused, covering the fluffy ball, making it more crystal clear, like a brilliant diamond.

The strands of halo lingered around the furry ball, continuously increasing its power, causing layers of runes to emerge on the surface of the ball, like interlaced stars.

During the change of light and shadow, the fluffy ball gradually split into three pairs of wings as thin as a cicada's wing and crystal clear, a total of nine pairs.

"Wings?!" Li Ang's pupils shrank.

Isn't this the "wings" of Achilles in "The Word of the Sages"? !

He turned his head suddenly and stared at the stele, shocked.

The inscriptions engraved on the surface of the stele are constantly flowing and changing, and their shapes are distorted and weird, like tadpoles, combined to form mysterious patterns.

Li Ang stared at the pattern, feeling an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

That is...a virtual world geographical map of mountains, rivers and mountains!

In Li Ang's mind, a picture scroll appeared, with countless peaks standing on the top of the mountains, stretching endlessly, stretching as far as the eye can see.

He can clearly see every peak and river, and even the plants, flowers, birds and animals covered on each mountain.

When Li Ang turned his head again, his field of vision returned to its original blurred state, leaving only a hazy gray outline.

He was stunned for a moment before realizing that his own soul had entered the virtual world of "The Word of the Sages".

In Li Ang's field of vision, a mountain towers toweringly. The mountain is silver-gray, with a faint metallic texture, as if some unknown mineral has solidified.

He came closer to observe, and found that all the plants on this mountain range became very lush, with luxuriant branches and leaves, full of vitality.

At this time, a magnificent building rose from the top of the mountain, about three feet high.

Li Ang took a closer look and found that the building was entirely made of rocks, and the surface was covered with large and small potholes and cracks, obviously old.

There was no one inside the building, and the floor was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had just been repaired.

Li Ang looked around and saw a row of stone steps winding down.