Time, I don’t know how many days have passed.

Because Song Ziyu has forgotten the concept of time.

In the vast library of Hualong Sect, Song Ziyu was concentrating on studying a heavy book.

His eyes were glued to every word on the page! .??.

Afraid of missing any detail!

No one noticed that Song Ziyu's mechanical head hidden under the bamboo hat actually overflowed with fine engine oil.

"really!"

After a long time, Song Ziyu closed the book and sighed.

After consulting a large number of useless books, Song Ziyu finally found something useful in the dust of history.

Based on the evidence from several documents!

You can almost tell for yourself!

The fierce battle in the ancient cemetery happened earlier than I thought.

This is not what happened a thousand years ago!

It should be thousands of years ago, or even earlier!

Why?

Why did you come to this conclusion?

This is because based on the historical documents I consulted, I can clearly know that...the contemporary monks in the Nascent Soul stage almost don’t know about the ancient war!

What does this mean?

This shows that... the lifespan of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage will not exceed two thousand years, and history that almost no one under two thousand years old understands could have happened in modern times.

Without being able to break through the lifespan limit of the Nascent Soul realm, those who participated in the ancient war would not be able to survive until now!

Thinking of this, Song Ziyu became more and more pessimistic.

Time!

It seems that he is never on his side.

Because the later he comes to this world, the longer it will take for Xi He to come.

This means that the gap between himself and Xihe becomes even wider!

This is definitely not a good thing.

In order to find out more historical truths and clues, Song Ziyu devoted himself to these vast documents, forgetting to eat and sleep.

But...

…

Hualong Sect’s library is extremely huge!

The bookshelves here are towering and the books are piled up like mountains.

Every book is a world, containing endless wisdom and mysteries.

In this huge space, ordinary disciples of Hualong Sect can only read a few books in their lifetime, but I have to read them all!

Fortunately, I now almost have the ability to have photographic memory and large-capacity storage.

Although he did not find what he wanted, through this study, Song Ziyu almost learned from the past and the present.

As more and more ancient books were read, Song Ziyu's ominous premonition became more and more profound.

I have gone through thousands of documents and files in Hualong Sect, but I can't find even one piece of information that directly records that ancient battle.

It's not normal!

The only explanation that can be drawn is...

Someone destroyed the records about that ancient battle in advance.

Song Ziyu's feeling about this guess became stronger and stronger, until he found a chronicle of ancient history, flipped through documents from four thousand years ago, and found that the chronicle was missing at least hundreds of years of records.

This is the only answer I got!

Some people don’t want people in the world of cultivation to know the truth of the past!

They are working hard to tamper with and cover up history!

fear!

What exactly do they want to do?

Song Ziyu was puzzled.

…

Putting down the literature in his hands, Song Ziyu sighed.

For the current plan, only by finding those who witnessed the ancient war can we have a chance to know the true history.

But how easy is it?

A monk in the Nascent Soul stage will definitely not live that long, so if you want to find the participants back then, this person must at least

He must also be a monk at the stage of personal transformation!

But in the southern wilderness where I am, where are there any monks in the god-transformation stage?

When Song Ziyu was thinking about this matter...

Sudden!

Song Ziyu’s eyes became sharp!

At this time, in the depths of the library, apart from myself, there was only an old man cleaning the house.

Song Ziyu's eyes were looking at this old man.

This old man wearing the uniform of a foreign servant was sweeping the floor silently.

The outer doorman's robe he wore was very worn, as if he had worn it for decades.

His white hair was like snow, hanging down to his waist, making him look extremely old.

However!

His sweeping movements were very light.

The old man was busy cleaning the spotless floor with no expression on his face.

His face was covered with traces of time, and wrinkles were deeply etched on his forehead and corners of his eyes.

His eyes never left the ground and looked very cloudy.

However……

But Song Ziyu clearly felt something was different!

This old man seems ordinary!

Abnormally ordinary!

Who is an ordinary person who can come to this library?

Song Ziyu squinted his eyes and observed the old man, and found that he had an otherworldly aura about him.

That’s right!

Extraordinary!

His fingers were long and powerful, and the broom under his fingertips touched the ground lightly, as if he was talking to the earth.

The old man's movements were slow and elegant, and every sweep was like a ritual.

He gently brushed away the dust, and each book was wiped clean by him carefully, as if they were his most precious treasures.

Watch every move of the old man!

Song Ziyu suddenly discovered a problem!

This old man's actions are too ordinary.

Bar?

It's so ordinary that even with my own consciousness and thoughts, I can't detect anything out of the ordinary.

But don't forget!

Song Ziyu’s brain is comparable to a super computer!

Song Ziyu stayed in the Hualong Sect's library for at least three months!

Three months is ninety days.

Summarizing these ninety days, Song Ziyu has seen this old cleaning man at least seventy-two times!
To be continued...