Chapter 336 Inside the air-raid shelter

  The air-raid shelter door seemed to be broken by some kind of existence with brute force, squeezed, deformed, and twisted out of shape.

  Xia Chao broke it hard and found that the material of the door was extremely strong. Even if he had practiced "Dragon Tiger Arhat Strength", he couldn't make it move a little bit.

   "It should be some kind of mixed steel." Xia Chao knows that on the human side, there are tools for four- and five-star contracted beasts, which are made of special steel, which are rare and expensive.

  Rich people also like to use this kind of specially made armor and weapons that have just been refined for contract beasts.

   "It's harder than you think. The extreme material you made can withstand the attack of five-star monsters, that is, the attack of the transformation stage. This door is stronger than that. Only six-star monsters can use their full attack to break through."

   "This is a lost craft." Jiang Li could tell at a glance what the craft was for making this gate, and it involved technologies that are currently not available in the world of Lingxi.

  According to the current development speed, it may take thousands of years to develop.

   "Then this..."

   "Is this a future building?" Qiu Shi entered the air-raid shelter and found that although the building was old, its technological level seemed to be much higher than it is now.

   "Could it be that the future human race has built an air-raid shelter that can travel through time and space, and has traveled to the present?" Qiu Shi's mind was wide open.

   "..." Bai Xueling was speechless, really ignorant and fearless.

   Any idea how much energy it would take to travel through time for an object of this size?

  Do you know what level of technology is required to travel through time and space, and to what extent do you need to comprehend the way of time?

   I'm afraid that Ji Zhi can only do this when he breaks through to the Transcending Tribulation Stage.

   "Guess again."

  Jiang Li didn't mind if they guessed a few more times, he wiped the wall, judging from the wear and tear of the material, it was two thousand years old.

  The air-raid shelter was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers. Jiang Li snapped his fingers, and the rootless fire spread from the door to the end.

  The two rows of small fireballs are like soldiers, illuminating the surroundings, allowing visitors to see the truth clearly.

  Xiaoqing turned back into a small dragon with the thickness of a thumb, wrapped around Xia Chao's neck, and looked around curiously.

   The air-raid shelter has also been attacked, and the walls have been deformed. There are also some sci-fi guns scattered around, and there is a bone arm on the handle of the gun.

  Xia Chao imagined a picture:

  The door of the air-raid shelter was knocked open by an extremely powerful monster. The human race hiding inside attacked with weapons, but the guns had no effect on the monster.

  Wicked beasts ravaged and swallowed the man in the cave in one gulp. Only half of the arm and the gun fell outside. The monsters had no interest.

   "Is this the building of the human race in the past?" Xia Chao made a bold guess after thinking for a moment.

  Xia Chao and Qiu Shi are both good students who listen carefully in class. They don’t lose their minds in class, take notes carefully, and are among the best in every exam.

   Their history is well studied.

  Xia Chao and Qiu Shi know that the Lingxi world has a recorded and verified history of two thousand years. In the history before that, there are no documents, only vague, confusing and contradictory legends.

  For example, there are legends that people become immortals by controlling beasts, and there are also legends that the earliest human race can also practice. There are also legends that the history of the human race is far more than two thousand years, and the technological level of the human race two thousand years ago is far more advanced than it is now.

   I don’t know if it’s true or not, but the fairy world does exist. The first human race didn’t know if they could practice it, but now Xia Chao can indeed practice it. The appearance of Jiang Li makes these illusory legends more convincing.

  Xia Chao suspects that the last legend is also true.

  The history of the human race is more than two thousand years, and there is a more glorious past before that.

   "In the past? But now the Lingxi calendar is two thousand years old, and it is written on the door that the Lingxi calendar is four thousand and two hundred years old." Qiu Shi was puzzled.

   "Then where did the "Lingxi Calendar" of our Lingxi calendar of two thousand years come from?"

  Xia Chao stopped Qiu Shi, yes, he kept saying how many years Lingxi has lived, and how many years Lingxi has lived.

  But why is it called Lingxi calendar? It can't be made up casually, there should be a reason.

   Is it a certain sentence, a certain story, or...before the first year of the Lingxi calendar, there was an era that was recorded in the Lingxi calendar?

  The original Lingxi calendar era was destroyed, and those who survived inherited the original name and started anew.

  The more Qiu Shi thinks about it, the more likely it is.

   "This was built by your ancestors." Jiang Li gave an affirmative answer.

  Xia Chao and Qiu Shi felt that using the word "ancestor" was inconsistent.

  Speaking of ancestors, the two thought of the ancients who wore coarse cloth and lived in the farming era.

   But judging from the technological content of the air-raid shelter, I am afraid they are the ancients.

  The technological level of the ancestors is much stronger than them.

   Going further inside, you can see some relatively complete bones. The bones are hard and jade-like, and they have not changed in the past two thousand years.

  Xia Chao always felt that the bones were familiar, and then suddenly realized.

   "My bones are similar to that of this ancestor." Xia Chao remembered that during his three-month training with the devil, he was often pierced by the spirit sword. When he pulled out the spirit sword, he inevitably saw bones.

  My own bones are also somewhat jade-like.

   "Your ancestor?" Bone Wing White Tiger interrupted, showing his presence.

   "My bones were of normal color before practicing." Xia Chao emphasized.

   "It's not Xia Chao's ancestor. The changes in Xia Chao's bones were caused by practicing the "Evergreen Kungfu". This man was also a monk before his death. He should have practiced a kung fu similar to the "Evergreen Kung Fu". Moreover, his realm is higher than yours, so he should be in the Nascent Soul Stage."

  Qiu Shi stared wide-eyed, a little startled, it turns out that the legend is true, the human race in the past was not an auxiliary leveling device for contracted beasts, they could be cultivated.

   "You can shoot to see the power." Jiang Li picked up a gun from the ground.

  After two thousand years, the gun became fragile, and many parts could not be used due to the baptism of time. Jiang Li strengthened and repaired it.

  Xia Chao pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.

   "Misfiring?"

  Jiang Li said with a smile: "When the trigger is pulled, spiritual energy will be injected."

  Xia Chao did as he did, and there was a bang, and the aura was condensed into a bullet and fired, which was more powerful than any gun Xia Chao had ever seen.

  Bai Xueling also picked up a gun with great interest. After studying it, he commented: "The design is very innovative, and it is indeed for monks. Unfortunately, the power is not satisfactory. It is better to use the Lingbao directly."

  Xia Chao also discovered that the power of the gun is indeed greater than that powered by gunpowder, but that's all. After he practiced "Dragon Tiger Arhat Strength", his punch is stronger than the spirit bullet.

  However, this can also explain that the original Lingxi world was a world of monks, trying to combine aura with technology, but something happened later, history was lost, cultivation methods were lost, technology was retrogressed, everything from two thousand years ago was completely wiped out, and everything started from scratch.

  Finally they came to a wall with a long mural carved with messy text for annotations.

  The walls are hard, and those who can leave traces on them are at least late-stage monks.

   "This is the history of the Lingxi world, the history of the 4,200-year-old Lingxi."

  (end of this chapter)