"They walked into the park, or more precisely, what could be described as an alternative station. However, in this world, it had a different, almost similar name: the teleportation station.
A group of people disappeared in a bright light, and another group appeared in the same white light. The bright light screens were much larger and more impressive than anything he had seen in the dinosaur people's base.
There were bright walls of light, connecting the sky and the earth. The scene was so grand and awe-inspiring that it brought to his mind a line from a Tang poem, 'A thousand feet waterfall cascades down, as if the Milky Way is falling from the Ninth Heaven.'
The light poured down from the top of the sky, like silver waterfalls. The twisting rays of light and the huge vortex in the center of the screen were reminiscent of a ship sailing through wind and waves, only missing the actual vessel.
As he looked up, he felt a subtle sensation in his heart. Ripples appeared in the sky, as if countless cracked and intricate patterns were forming. In his mind, a picture emerged: a transparent net, a round and peculiar turtle shell.
It was a memory chip. The intelligent mainframe projected the truth onto his irises.
The gentle light was not harsh on the eyes. Particles floated amidst the milky white canvas. Three lifelike statues stood in the center of the light screen. They were so tiny compared to the light screen, like exquisitely beautiful black dots.
A faint feeling suddenly swirled around his nose, spinning in the boy's mind. 'Perhaps this is the sediment of history,' Wu Fan thought as he looked at the gentle-faced girl statue bathed in silver light. 4 pulled him along.
"She is called the Past," Amerind pointed to the leftmost statue. "She is called the Present," he then pointed to the middle statue. "I know, she is called the Future," before he could continue, the boy pointed to the last statue, revealing a triumphant smile.
The Past was a girl with a long braid, a gem the size of a fingernail adorned her forehead. She had deep eyes, full cheeks, closed lips, and her right hand was raised above her head and stretched forward, holding a bronze lotus that bloomed in her palm.
The Present had shoulder-length wavy hair, a crescent-shaped necklace around her slender neck, and a floral wreath on her head with clovers, daisies, and angel leaves. Her hands were raised flat towards the sky, holding a black flame that never burned and never extinguished.
The Future was a short-haired girl wearing star-shaped earrings, her mouth slightly open, and her eyes hollow as she gazed forward above her head. One hand was placed on her heart, and the other reached towards the sky, palm facing upwards, with a small bronze bird perched on her middle finger.
Looking up.
Although the three statues stood in different directions, their gazes all converged on one point. Above them, at the center of their heads, a smooth, silver-glowing sphere floated. It was a light bulb, illuminating the last glimmer of hope in the world, or perhaps an eye overlooking all things in the world—sadness, pain, joy, and happiness had nowhere to hide in front of it.
The boy's curiosity was ignited. He carefully observed the base of the light bulb, trying to uncover its mystery, but the light bulb just floated there, suspended in the air, without any mechanism.
"What's going on?" he voiced his confusion, intrigued yet perplexed by what he saw, prompting him to seek help from those around him.
"Alchemy product. I think you should be familiar with these statues," 4's voice was neither intense nor gentle. The boy was not accustomed to conscious communication, so he did not force himself."
"Alchemy product, could it be," he suddenly realized, "this is the work of alchemists, there are alchemists in this world."
"Yes, of course, the greatest driving force behind the development of this world comes from the alchemists."
"Three great forces drive the world's development: the spiritualists, mainly the prophets and teachers, the scientists who follow objective laws, and the alchemists who integrate spirit and matter. These Anunaqi statues, the Daughters of the Stars, are the masterpieces passed down from some great alchemists tens of thousands of years ago. But now, they are not just decorations; they have another function, specifically serving newcomers like you who have not yet obtained legal status."
His mind was filled with too much curiosity and self-doubt. The education he received from a young age told him that alchemists were nothing more than a group of charlatans, adept at deceiving the ignorant with tricks in an era when the scientific system was not fully established.
22 had sternly rebuked his view, stating that alchemists did indeed exist, and human science originated from the practices of alchemists. This planet held too many unsolved mysteries, different from what humans thought.
Now he stood here, in a strange world, facing legendary objects, feeling lost. He felt like a drop of water floating on the sea, with the sea still dark before the sunrise. Looking down, he didn't know what fate awaited him when he fell.
Fortunately, this feeling of confusion did not last long. The power from the memory chip was like a spring breeze, dispersing his jumbled emotions. "Tell me, what is its function? How can it serve someone like me, a newcomer?"
"This is a ticketing point. You are a newcomer without legal status, and you cannot use public facilities like me. It can register you to provide temporary access to public facilities and the right to access common equipment."
He steadied him, facing the light bulb, and then had him rotate 120 degrees to ensure that a beam of light from the light bulb could scan his profile. Finally, he had the boy rotate 60 degrees until the beam of light could capture his entire back.
This made Wu Fan recall everything he did every day, the inspection room in the wine cellar, the refrigerator-like inspection device, which made him feel like a criminal, a thief, or some other offender who had not committed a major crime.
"Alright, it's been recorded," 4 pointed to the surrounding white light screens. "Thirty spatial gates, almost covering all the central nodes of the royal city. Of course, we don't need to visit all of them. I will take you to some places that will help you understand your current situation."
"Do we have to do this every time?" the boy muttered softly. He clearly didn't take 4's words to heart.
"Yes, it's necessary. I know it's a terrible experience. No one wants to be treated like a criminal. But your identity is extraordinary. As a precaution, until 0 obtains legal status for you, we must maintain the necessary caution. As I said before, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Observing the rules is the first priority in this world." He understood his thoughts. Over a hundred years ago, when he arrived from another world, he was treated the same way. Fortunately, the terrible days didn't last long, probably about a week, before he obtained legal status in this world. But the boy in front of him had a complex and urgent identity, which was not so simple.
Wu Fan grimaced, looking more uncomfortable than if he had drunk Nutrient No. 5. But when 4 led him into the light screen, almost instantly, all his dissatisfaction vanished.
Particles of light gathered on him, and he felt like he was in a comfortable breeze. His whole body turned into fluid, like a fish swimming in a stream. His entire body quickly disintegrated, as if countless nimble hands were massaging every inch of his skin, assimilating him into original particles, reshaping him at the destination. Imagine this process like a fax machine combined with a 3D printer, the only difference being the speed of generation, which happened in an instant.
When the white light dissipated, he joined the same crowd, and three different statues of young girls stood quietly before them, unlike the ones he had seen before.
These alchemical products still had an identical white light bulb above their heads. It was a monitor, responsible for supervising and recording unauthorized newcomers. If it were conscious, it might consider its work to be so upright and noble: overseeing prisoners. Wu Fan couldn't help but think so.
They walked out of the teleportation point, at the end of the park, the straight King's Avenue stretched out of sight. On either side, skyscrapers stood tall, their facades coated with dark reflective materials, resembling chopsticks thrust into the earth, or a mysterious and ancient steel forest, exuding a heavy and eerie atmosphere.
"This is the Wen Zheng District, very different from the scenic and residential areas. The abundance of tall buildings here is an extremely annoying feature. Most of them range from sixty to over a hundred meters. Politicians think that by building their work and living structures high up, they can show off their superior power. But can a sparrow flying to a branch really turn into a phoenix?"
He said lightly, but the boy sensed the undertone of an Indian. If he hadn't been mistaken about the knowledge he had seen or heard, the original Indians were a group of free people who revered nature, pursued equality, and disliked constraints. Even after living in another world for a hundred years, Wu Fan could still feel the wildness that had not completely faded from 4. Why he could feel it, he couldn't say, but he had a strong intuition.
They walked around the rows of bright upright rectangular boxes.
The people here were not as casual in their attire as in the residential areas (relatively speaking). Although many people still dressed casually, at least they didn't stand out (or more accurately, Wu Fan, after all, he had just arrived and was still a newcomer).
Suits and robes seemed to be popular here, as well as some simple uniforms that indicated student status.
The boys wore long, slender, dark gray ties around their necks, and white shirts peeked out from under the deep green. They all wore uniform gray trousers and stepped into a pair of round-toed oxfords.
The girls wore delicate sky-blue suits, with some adorned with roses, some with tulips, and some with white peonies, each with various styles of floral hairpins.
Some looked different, wearing hats of various shapes and mainly blue and white colors. Wu Fan boldly speculated that it was due to the lack of hair on their heads, as he had seen quite a few bald heads in this world. They wore hats to cover up. The chest pins were also different, but they all wore elegant silver boots.
The adult scholars wore neatly pressed robes, mostly white, with a few in black, occasionally mixed with festive red. Although the styles of the breeches were consistent, those wearing white tops generally paired them with dark blue pants, while those wearing black robes wore dark green pants underneath.
There was no specific requirement for the boots they wore. Their robes had patterns, some obvious and some requiring careful observation, featuring eagles, bears, and some petals that Wu Fan recognized or didn't recognize, seemingly some kind of totem or symbol of a force or family.
What caught his attention the most was a group of people in the corner of the wall. They walked along the wall, a group of black-robed figures walking in the shadows, deliberately distancing themselves from the crowd. They formed small groups of three or four, their figures disappearing into the shadows beneath the tall buildings. They moved back and forth in the narrow alley, most of them carrying heavy books. If it weren't for the enhanced vision granted by the dinosaur genes, the boy wouldn't have been able to discern that these were ancient books, not brown blocks of wood used for kindling.
"Who are they?" he asked 4, who pointed to the nearby statue.
The boy instantly understood. "They are alchemists."
"This place is filled with anxiety, lies, arrogance, and self-righteousness. But it cannot be denied that it still contains truth, objectivity, and wisdom. The branches of the Prophet's teachings, the headquarters of the Hero King's teachings, and the ideological temple of the alchemists are all here."
"This place records the past and present history of Anunaqi, and it is also constantly shaping the next ten, twenty, thirty years, or even further into the future. The future seems elusive, but the people here already have it firmly in their grasp," he paused, then continued, "of course, provided there are no major issues."
Wu Fan looked into his eyes, where two sparks flashed, giving him a sense of foreboding.
"Let's go. Let's go meet the past." They followed the group of black-robed alchemists, turning a few corners in the alley. (The boy's eyes remained fixed on the people, but they seemed indifferent, none of them stopping to turn around and talk to him.) Suddenly, the view opened up, revealing a grand building that stood out from the surrounding dark beasts.
Its front view resembled a flowing bronze giant bowl, with a trapezoid on top, connected to a smaller square below, resembling a custom-made trophy, more like the black wine vessel of ancient humans.
In front of a group of connected statues, light flowed over six shiny golden characters, "Reya Ye Museum."
"That is the first generation Reya Ye King," 4 pointed to the statue in the front. He had a square, broad face, with sideburns covering his cheeks. His expression was resolute, and his sharp eyes seemed to say, "No matter what happens, I will never give up." He wore a loose robe, barefoot, holding a book in his left hand, and raising a long sword in his right hand. He stood with his left leg bent, his right leg straight, like a glorious guide or a ship captain commanding the crew on the deck, ready to brave the waves.
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Behind him were twelve granite statues, each with a different posture but equally solemn expression. Even though they wore different animal masks, one could still sense it from their eyes. The masks included those of a rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, goat, monkey, rooster, dog, and pig. This reminded Wu Fan of the twelve zodiac animals in Chinese mythology, the twelve heavenly officials who were said to govern time.
The statues were clad in rough armor, some of them bare-chested, holding spears or swords, with axes and hammers behind them. "Sir, what's going on here?" he pointed to the masks on the statues' faces.
"Are you referring to the twelve zodiac animals?" Wu Fan nodded. "The twelve zodiac animals are not unique to China. In fact, many other civilizations also have the concept of the twelve zodiac animals."
Seeing the boy's skeptical look, he continued, "Vietnam, which is geographically close to China, has the rat, ox, tiger, cat, dragon, snake, horse, goat, monkey, rooster, dog, and pig. Similarly, the ancient civilization of Egypt has the bull, goat, monkey, donkey, crab, snake, dog, cat, crocodile, red crane, lion, and eagle as twelve protective deities. Even in distant Europe, Greece has the bull, goat, monkey, donkey, crab, snake, dog, cat, crocodile, red crane, lion, and eagle. You can see that they have many similarities. As for why there are so many similarities, I believe you already have the answer in your mind."
"It can't just be a coincidence, or that they once had common exchanges in history, right? He was still unwilling to believe that humans were once slaves of extraterrestrial beings."
The two walked past the group of statues, and in front of the open bronze door, two well-dressed old men were playing chess.
One of them was short and fat, bald, with sparse hair like shrubs on the edge of a desert. He had a plump nose, a round face like a cartoon character emerging from a two-dimensional plane, and small, round ears. His small, smooth hands, covered by thick black-framed glasses, hid his eyes, which were lost in thought at the moment. He wore a brown suit with a green tie, and his white shirt was stretched tight over his belly. He fidgeted with his legs, feeling uncomfortable.
In contrast, the other old man sitting across from him was not so fidgety. He had nearly white hair, wore a monocle over his right eye, and was tall and thin. If the fat man looked like a round ball of meat, the thin man was like a straight and spirited bamboo pole. His black suit fit him perfectly, without a single wrinkle, and his grey trousers were creaseless. He sat upright, with his legs straight and his shiny black shoes reflecting his shadow clearly if anyone approached.
This man exuded a powerful aura, with a face that seemed to say, "Do not approach me." Wu Fan instinctively judged that he was not an ordinary person and was likely to be in a high position.
The chess pieces they were playing with were unfamiliar to the boy, or rather, he recognized the animal shapes on them, but had never seen such a chess set before. The chessboard itself was also peculiar.
The chessboard was made up of two pieces, which could have been one piece originally. There was a rectangular blank space between the two chessboards, with the words "Changhe" (similar to the "Chu River and Han Border" in Chinese chess) written in this space. Each side of the chessboard had one hundred squares (to prevent counting errors, he slowly counted them one by one).
Each chessboard was divided into four areas. The green squares contained six stone chess pieces in the shape of snake people (miniature snake people sculptures standing on columns), the black squares contained five crocodile chess pieces, and the red squares contained dinosaur chess pieces equal to the number of snake people. Finally, in the largest white area, thirteen differently shaped chess pieces were not placed in the squares, but neatly arranged at the intersections of the lines.
(The previous 17 chess pieces were somewhat similar to the rules of international chess, while the placement of the later thirteen pieces gave the impression of Chinese Go. This was truly a perplexing matter.) The foremost of the thirteen chess pieces was a small golden figure wearing a crown and a mask, holding a scepter.
That was the king chess piece, 4's voice suddenly entered the boy's mind. "As you can see, these are the twelve zodiac animals, and each of these chess pieces has extraordinary significance. Hero King Chess is one of the most popular intellectual games in this world."
Not only was the chessboard interesting, but the large table outside the chessboard was also piled with gold coins. More accurately, in front of the two men near the chessboard, on the left side, there were two boxes. These were rectangular wooden boxes, with limited space divided into two halves by a partition. The narrower part contained ten gold coins neatly arranged, while the wider part was filled with more coins, stacked together in a way that made it impossible for the boy to count them.
In general, at the start of the game, there were 190 live coins and 10 action coins, 4's voice entered his ears again.
Live coins? Action coins? The boy had no idea what he was talking about.
"What's going on over there?" he pointed to the pile of scattered gold coins on the right side of the table, deliberately placed to distinguish them from the gold coins on the left.
"That's dead money, you could also call that area the grave," 4 said in a low voice.
Live coins, dead money, the grave—what a mess. The boy thought that his recent experiences were enough to make him accustomed to the things in this world, but when he heard these unfamiliar terms from 4, he had to admit that his understanding was once again being refreshed.
"Do you know how this game determines the winner?" He shook his head. This was the first time he had seen such an exciting game, even though he didn't understand it. He looked at the smiling man, who seemed to match his age, a young man who was shocked and knew nothing.
Each player starts with a price of 200 gold coins. Whoever can earn one gold coin from the opponent within a specified time wins. The price includes live coins, dead money, and action coins.
"Why do I feel like this is not just a game of chess, but also a business deal?" he blurted out.
"That's the charm of Hero King Chess," 4 laughed heartily, but his laughter immediately drew the displeasure of the two old men who were deep in thought.
The short, fat man didn't seem to mind, but the thin man's eyebrows kept twitching, and his round eyes under his white eyebrows seemed to be two sharp swords, as he tried to suppress his anger.
4 quickly shut up, as the thin man was someone of great importance, and besides, it was customary not to speak while watching the game.
"Why can he move three steps in a row?" Wu Fan also realized that the situation was a bit delicate, and he had to have a mental conversation with 4.
"The horse that crossed the river has been upgraded and can move three times in a row."
"What does 'upgraded' mean? Can I understand it as the old saying in Chinese chess: 'A pawn that crosses the river can move like a chariot'?"
It's somewhat similar to that. You know, in international chess, when a pawn reaches the last row, guess what it becomes?
Promotion, right? It can become any chess piece other than itself and the king. For the first time, the boy felt fortunate for having read so many miscellaneous books, even though he had never played international chess, he had learned about the rules from a magazine.
Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. 4 clapped his hands lightly. "The horse can only move once before crossing the river, at least one square forward, and at most two squares forward. But after it crosses mountains and rivers, its hard work is recognized, so it gains a more powerful ability."
"Are you talking to me about chess?"
Wu Fan realized that the man's words were not just about the chessboard; he seemed to be recalling something else. His clear eyes reflected not only the blue sky and white clouds above.
The horse, as one of the twelve brave warriors of the king, was the fastest and best at charging into battle. It was said that it was because the horse had swiftly killed three soldiers blocking the way that it created an opportunity for the king to leave.
He wasn't just talking about chess; this game was related to the Hero King.
Wu Fan furrowed his brows slightly. He watched as the tall, thin man moved a dragon chess piece directly over his own chessboard, knocking out the opponent's tiger.
The dragon could launch an aerial attack, leave its own chessboard, and eat any chess piece of the opponent's except the king, of course, excluding the snake people, crocodile people, and dinosaur people chess pieces, which cannot be freely manipulated by the player.
He nodded in confusion, pretending to understand, even though he didn't understand anything.
"Look, is the old man moving his action coins?" 4's words were like a fly buzzing in his mind.
As he expected, the short, fat man took out three gold coins from his live coins and placed them in the action coins of the tall, thin man. He then put the already eaten tiger chess piece back in its original position. The tall, thin man then put the three gold coins into his own live coins box, adding them to the pile of live coins, rather than directly onto the action coins. Then, he moved his dragon back to the edge of the opponent's chessboard, next to the Changhe position.
Is that it? He had thought it was an exciting game, even though he didn't understand it, but now he was greatly disappointed, as it seemed to end too abruptly.
No, of course not. It's still early before the end time, at least five or six hours before the final prices in the hands of these two can be calculated. He read the disappointment in the boy's subtle expression.
Five or six hours? Suddenly, he lost interest.
Watch, the opponent's rat is about to make a move. 4 looked excited. Will he move it to the left or to the right? He didn't speak, but his furrowed brows and his eyes darting left and right showed his excitement. As he expected, the short, fat man moved the rat chess piece to the right, and then Wu Fan saw him take two gold coins from his live coins and put them on his action coins. His action coins suddenly increased from 10 to 12.
It's all just temporary action coins, don't worry about it. 4 continued (or rather, thought), What will the opponent do next? Move the tiger up one square, or manipulate the opponent's crocodile or snake? Or bring the dog back? Most likely, he'll bring the dog back, otherwise he won't be able to defend against the snake in the shadows.
Oh my, what the hell are they all talking about? Wu Fan's mind was in a whirl, as if someone was playing a trumpet in an empty room. 4's words made him feel confused and at a loss.
He'll bring the dog back, he'll definitely bring the dog back. His voice became more and more excited.
As if in response to what he expected, the tall, thin man indeed picked up the dog chess piece and placed it next to the king chess piece.
Just at that moment, he was met with a pair of angry eyes, and the sharp sword in the thin man's eagle-hooked nose seemed to be aimed at them.
4 quickly grabbed the boy's hand and swiftly left, like a gust of wind.
"Who is he, after all?"
“Someone important,” 4 quickly pulled him into the main entrance of the museum.
As soon as they entered the gate, a holographic projection caught his attention. It was a beautiful woman with a neat short haircut. She was wearing a sky-blue uniform slightly darker than her shadow (perhaps to prevent confusion between virtual and reality, or for some other reason, there were concentric electromagnetic ripples passing from her toes to the top of her head. In the boy's mind, there was a crackling sound, like the fragmented noise emitted by an old TV experiencing signal interference. The projection seemed like a ghost, a spirit living in the sunlight), she had fair skin (so fair that she didn't look alive), her short hair slightly curled at the ends, falling about one or two centimeters from her shoulders. She stood straight, as straight as the marble road beneath their feet, straighter than the shadows cast by the rows of eucalyptus trees growing in the flower beds when the sun shone. She held her right wrist with her left hand, a gesture of a petite woman. Wu Fan had seen a similar scene on the cover of a magazine, with a striking red caption: Youth, Intelligence.
"Did you see that?" he gently tugged at 4's sleeve.
"See what?" the other person smiled at him.
"The beauty."
"What kind of beauty?"
"A woman with short hair, wearing a bank, no, an air hostess uniform. She's Asian, I bet she's Chinese. She's smiling at me. She doesn't look alive, but it's really interesting."
"Are you saying she's a deceased beauty?" 4 shrugged, "It's a pity. There is indeed a beautiful woman in front of me, but the description doesn't quite match yours. She is an Amerind from an ancient race, with wheat-colored skin, pearly white teeth, and hair tied in a big braid, just like that statue from the past. Her body is filled with muscles that are as powerful and beautiful as a cheetah, with lines as sexy as a dolphin, exuding a wild aura, and blinking a pair of gray-brown eyes like those of a hawk."
"Are we talking about the same person?" the boy grumbled discontentedly.
"Indeed, they are not the same person, because they are not truly human beings," 4 pointed at the projection, "Do you see that symbol?"
Wu Fan looked in the direction of his finger, and the projection floated in the air, with a distorted irregular triangle-shaped mark made of silver-white steel under her feet, like a large dart.
"Alchemy product?" he asked 4, looking at his indifferent face.
"No, just a scientific product. It receives information emitted from the memory chip in your body, and then it simulates the most fitting character image according to these signals. To be honest, I don't quite understand why you are so shocked by this, compared to others," he said. He certainly knew that the spatial teleportation gate was a more advanced technology, but from childhood to adulthood, whether it was from books, cartoons, movies, or his understanding of the development of human world technology.
Holographic technology made him feel so close, as if he could witness the future in no time. More importantly, there was a mechanical female voice calling his name in the depths of his memory. Where did I come from, and what was this cold yet warm feeling? Despite his doubts, he was determined not to tell 4 about this.
The female holographic projection spoke, "Welcome to the Reya Ye Museum. I am Narrator 00A0."
The sudden mechanical female voice startled him, and almost instantly, blood pumped from his heart to his whole body. The voice from his memory overlapped with reality, and a scene flashed in his mind, a pure white world, with someone bathing in light. He couldn't see the person's face clearly, and he didn't even know if the person was wearing a milky white robe, because the light was gentle and dazzling. He only saw a person sitting in a chair, opening his mouth, "Begin," "Rotate," the mechanical female voice said these two words without any emotion.
His consciousness seemed to stay there for a long time, but in 4's eyes, it was only a matter of two or three seconds.
"Hey, are you okay?" he gently shook his finger, and the boy finally closed his mouth slowly, blinking his wide eyes.
"What did you see?" Amerind asked curiously.
He wiped the nonexistent sweat from his bangs, "Nothing, sir, nothing," he said, panting heavily.
They crossed the holographic projection and the crowd around it, walked past the steps made of white marble, and when his shadow was reflected on the facade of the main building, he realized that the building in front of him was not exactly as he had imagined.
The bronze giant bowl, the black wine vessel, was actually a cauldron. There were four small feet under the square below the trapezoid, and four angry turtle statues under the base. Although they were not large, they supported the entire building. The bronze turtle heads were not smooth, but had lion-like hair. More accurately, they were simply ancient Chinese stone lion statues placed inside turtle shells. The dragon has nine sons, he thought of a dragon son from ancient Chinese mythology, Ba Xia. Legend has it that it was an ancient mythical beast that carried the mainland of China on its back.
The city under his feet had a history of more than ten thousand years. When was the building in front of him built? Over so many years, countless humans had arrived in this world. Presumably, this was the masterpiece left behind by those ancient Chinese people who came to this world. He kept comforting himself, but found these reasons so pale and powerless. Before 22, they left the royal city, headed east, and finally settled in China, Korea, Japan, and other places. They were called the Andamia people.
The legends about ancient times were not fantasies, but those ancient gods were not as imagined by later generations. They were not beings with three heads and six arms, nor did they have the ability to move mountains and seas. They were just a group of refugees, fleeing the royal city, away from the whirlpool of war. They were the Andamia people.
Wu Fan shook his head, it was time to clear his mind a bit. The shiny walls quickly occupied his attention again. From a distance, they should have been regular planes, but in fact, when you walked up to them, you would be surprised to find that they were made up of irregular diamond-cut stones with a slight curvature, and the two stones were seamlessly joined, with no trace of splicing. Their surfaces did not appear as deep bronze as they did from a distance, but were transparently white, like a heavy glass.
He gently touched the wall, feeling a coldness that did not belong to steel but was as cold as the surface of a stone.
On the cold stone bricks, he saw some unclear patterns. He almost pressed his entire face against the wall to get a full view. Starting from the leftmost side of the wall, there was a horizontal straight line, followed by a vertical straight line, a wavy line, an unclosed curve, two oblique straight lines forming a cross, then a plane, a triangle, a square, a pentagon, a hexagon... The patterns became more complex as they moved to the right. He saw a pile of repeated starbursts, Descartes lines, Jacob lines, Archimedes lines... These were complex patterns formed by simple lines looping according to certain rules. Then there were hexagrams, snake totems, wolf totems, a lotus flower with dragons and snakes dancing, and several overlapping mechanical design drawings.
"Alchemy masters are also great mathematicians," 4 stroked the wall with his hand, "According to someone, mathematics is the greatest language, containing all the truths in the universe."
Wu Fan didn't care who that someone was. The boy shook his head gently. Before 22, it was said that the earliest scientists came from theologians who tried to prove the existence of God. When these devout people discovered that God might not really exist, some of them tried to prove that God did not exist. In various disagreements, alchemists appeared, and it was because of their exploration that the seeds of science were able to sprout.