Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Gao Peng felt a little itchy from all the licking, so he knocked gently on the shell of the White Clam. Little White Clam closed its shell and become a well-behaved clam once again.
Standing on the top of the mountain, he looked at the shadows of the six little ones. Gao Peng put Little White Clam in his pocket, then turned and headed back to the tribe. Before Purple Star had left, he had told Gao Peng some news, thus during that period of time, Gao Peng read through all the books in the Li Tribe.
The place where the Li Tribe held and stored all their knowledge was a white slender tower, one of the tallest white buildings that Gao Peng had seen when he first came to the Li Tribe.
There were many bookshelves on the walls of each floor, and the black bookshelves exuded the ancient smell of history. Numerous thick books were neatly placed on each row of shelves. The pages were made of a material like paper, but it was thicker and more delicate than normal paper. It had the delicateness of a baby’s skin, and he heard that it was water-resistant and moisture-proof.
The books on the first floor recorded content about the history of the tribe and some other cultural records, while the second to the 30th floor recorded data of a variety of monsters and spiritual animals. Collections were classified according to different attributes and types.
In addition to the 30 floors, there was a basement under the tower, but to reach the basement, one had to go through a trapdoor from the top floor, and then go down 30 floors to the basement. The books in the basement weren’t the same as those outside, as each book in the basement was unique. Some were engraved in stone, some were carved on wood, and others were written on the skin of beasts or on the surface of animal bones.
In the collections of precious books in the basement, Gao Peng found some extremely precious books; they were each the only copies that existed. One book recorded the history of Jiutian Shidi, as well as the information of many gods and the major events that had taken place.
Long ago, there had been no such saying as “God-tier monster trainer,” and the human tribes and mutated tribes had lived peaceful lives in the Empyrean. But the human and mutated tribes only lived in small and isolated tribes, so they relied on the worship of gods to obtain the protection to survive and breed.
For humans, these monsters were the existence of terror. Everyone, from birth to death, never went more than a hundred miles away from the tribe.
That period was known as the Era of Obscurity, when people’s life expectancies were pretty short. The vast majority of people’s lives were basically to eat, sleep, plant, and grow their grains and fruits. They bred super weak chicken monsters as meat and gave birth to children continuously.
There wasn’t much record about that period, because it hadn’t been easy to survive in since everyone was very busy. There was no mood and no effort to think about intangible things. Only a very small number of poems and articles had been passed on to later generations, and it could be seen from their writings… the person who had written the article was thinking about their next meal every day.
This continued until one day, a wise man invented Blood Contracts. From that day on, the development of mankind was on the fast track. That period was known as the Era of Bloodlines. People in that era tried to sign Blood Contracts with various monsters like a bunch of kids who had new toys. As they gradually moved away from living their lives solely for survival, their minds began to be liberated.
Of course, Gao Peng recognized the writer’s mocking tone from that record.
Many sages signed a Blood Contract to choose their familiars, from the original ferocious beast monster to Plant-type monsters and Ghoul monsters. Human beings were constantly pushing the limits… In the Era of Bloodlines, humans discovered the entire Jiutian Shidi.
That period was very long, and eventually, a family system was formed. Every tribe was a family, and the names of the people in the tribe were identical.
Gao Peng recalled the ancient tribes. They were similar to what was mentioned in the records, for each tribe’s last name was exactly the same. There were many records of the Era of Bloodlines, and perhaps that had something to do with the Li Tribe, which was a very large tribe formed by different elites from many tribes.
The contents of the book involved information about everything in the world, including ancient secrets.
At the end of the Era of Bloodlines, an unprecedented war broke out. The rationale of the war was unknown, but the humans and the mutated suddenly engaged in a battle. From some smeared text, the original human and the mutated didn’t hold extreme hatred for each other; there was even proof of interracial marriages.
But for some magical reason, humans and the mutated couldn’t give birth to children. Even if they had descendants, their descendants would lose the ability to reproduce. This situation was labeled as a curse of blood by some.
After the end of the Era of Bloodlines, the formation of the Li Tribe to the present day was known as the Era of Hope. From each enthusiastic writing, their positive expectations for the future were obvious. Even in that desperate situation, they hadn’t given up, and they still harbored hope.
They had always believed that there would be a great hero who would save them so that the glory of mankind would reappear in the land of Empyrean. Although up to this point, they hadn’t found one…
Gao Peng put down the books in his hands, walked to the iron table, and added some oil to the lamp. He stretched his body. He had read all the books in two months. After reading them, Gao Peng had a deeper understanding of the world.
“Mechanic Wild City.” There were several books in front of Gao Peng, all of which mentioned the Mechanic Wild City, and the authors of these books had lived through the Era of Bloodlines to the current Era of Hope.
Throughout the two eras, over tens of thousands of years, that Mechanic Wild City always existed and had a very long history. The most recent book had been written 30 years ago by a Quasi God trainer of the Li Tribe.
“…I saw a magnificent city, its walls taller than the mountains. It floated in the sky, surrounded by several steel dragons, the presence of each one extremely strong. I took a look from a far distance, then hurriedly turned away.
“…I saw it again, the steel giant city that I’ve seen before, but it was completely different from the last time I saw it. The walls of the steel giant city were covered with mottled marks, and it stood among the mountains as if it had just experienced an epic battle.
“Outside the building was a hovering steel dragon. It was the only one left, and it stood alone on the city’s defense wall. Its body was bruised, and it was blind in one eye.
“Maybe it needed a little help? It looked pathetic, so I walked over.
“I was swept away by its tail.
“Well, that’s a savage guy.
“Such a rough guy. The owner of this giant city must be just as ill-tempered.
“I remember the place. I’m going to take a look at it again since it’s been a while, and maybe it really needed my help.”
The last paragraph was a location’s name; next to it was a small and scaled-down map. That was the end of the records.
The Quasi God monster trainer could no longer write the following content. He might have been killed in the war ten years earlier.
