Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 338 Monument of the Previous Era

Bai Bing left the dungeon and continued to wander around the Qing clan. He wanted to find out what secrets the Qing clan was hiding.

He found out that there were no particularly powerful masters here, and it was unimaginable that such a tribe could make Elder Shenji become an ascendant.

However, he still kept a low profile. The red mist enveloped him ten feet, making him seem invisible.

Finally, two hours later, he came to an open space in the jungle. It was far away from the tribe, so it was difficult to find.

There is a huge obelisk standing in the open space. It is very square and regular, and its body is black, like obsidian.

The sunlight shines up, making it colorful.

But what really attracted him were the words above.

It’s the familiar “Fallen Immortal Language” again.

[Four years after the disaster, the parasite clan was confirmed]

[Seventeen years after the disaster, it was discovered that the Zerg gained evolutionary characteristics]

[Twenty-two years after the cataclysm, preliminary determination of evolutionary path, and classification of levels]

[Twenty-three years after the disaster, great disaster, many dead]

…

[Correct calendar year, update classification and nomenclature of parasite groups]

[In the sixteenth year of the correction calendar, an organization of superpowers was established to restore civilization and clean up the Zerg race]

[In the 90th year of the correction, I mastered the sealing technique of the Zerg, completed the cleanup of the S-class Zerg for the first time, and found a way to deal with the disaster of the Civilization Era, but the evolution of the Zerg has gone further]

[One hundred and ninety-six years in the corrected calendar, the SSS-level Zerg was successfully sealed]

[In the 197th year of the correction, an abnormal variant appeared. After testing, it is found that this variant may have already appeared, and we have gone into a misunderstanding]

[In the 198th year of the corrected calendar, we have some disputes]

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On the stone tablet, there is a long timeline.

It records some things that happened in the past, but there are many places that are blank and have traces of modifications.

"This is what happened in the last era?" Bai Bing thought to himself.

Suddenly, there was the sound of sweeping the floor next to me.

Bai Bing looked over and saw an old man sweeping up fallen leaves with a broom.

Turning his attention away from the stone monument, Bai Bing noticed that no one seemed to have been to this place for a long time. There was an incense burner in front of the stone monument, but most of the incense ashes and even sand inside had been washed away by the rain.

Only the square floor was clean.

But Bai Bing was in the red mist, so the old man didn't see him.

Bai Bing pondered for a moment, and a ray of red mist rushed into the old man's mind.

The old man noticed it and looked up. He was a man, shirtless and with animal tooth carvings hanging around his neck.

"Old man, where are we?" the man said, "I came here to pee, and then I got here and couldn't find my way."

The old man looked up, then lowered his head and continued sweeping the floor.

"Who are you kidding with this?"

The man scratched his head and said, "I'm new here. I really don't know."

"New here?"

The old man then raised his head, pointed at the stone tablet and asked, "I think there is something wrong with you. Please read to me a saying from your ancestors."

Does this mean you don’t believe that I am a member of the Qing tribe? This old man is quite clever.

Find a sentence and recite it to completion.

"You are not from the Qing tribe, you are from outside, right? What are you doing here?" the old man asked.

"Am I pronouncing it correctly?"

The man was of course Bai Bing. He used some tricks. He was a little shocked. He didn't expect that this old man was quite difficult to fool. He could see through it all.

Is it possible that the pronunciation of the fallen immortal language in later generations is different from that of the past?

"That's right," the old man said, "but if you were from our Qing tribe, you definitely wouldn't know these words."

Bai Bing: "..."

Or just kill people and silence them.

"You can watch whatever you want, and I won't stop you. I'm just an old man sweeping the floor," the old man said.

Bai Bing was shocked, maybe he was a sweeping monk? He could see through my thoughts.

But he looked around and saw that this man was nothing special, not even parasitized, just ordinary.

"Have any other outsiders been here?" Bai Bing asked.

"You are quite smart." The old man said, "Today's young people are unreasonable and will beat an old man sweeping the floor to death. You can watch if you want. No matter what our business, no one has dared to come these years."

"

"How come there is such a person? I never thought of beating you to death." Bai Bing said, "According to our customs, let alone beating you, if you are lying on the ground, I will lose everything."

"You kid, you're okay. Trust me, you're better than that awakened Erqiu."

Then, the old man put down his broom, took two puffs of dry cigarette, and smiled on his withered face, "You are also here to investigate the events of the previous era? Are you an evil cultivator?"

Who said I believe you? I just think it’s not too late to deal with it after asking.

Bai Bing said: "Yes, I am somewhat interested."

"Then you've found the right person. I was specialized in studying this back then. I read the information every day when I pooped. Now I'm an expert.

I didn’t expect that even in this day and age, there would still be people who could read Sanskrit from that era.”

The old man smiled and said: "These days, the people of the Qing tribe no longer recognize the writings of their ancestors. They think they are clinging to the past and are ready to abandon their ancestral teachings and go to the Central Plains with taboo objects."

Then, he pointed at the huge stone monument.

"This thing has its origin. It is something handed down from that civilized era.

The stuff from that era was incredible.

I heard that the length, width and height of this thing are 1:3:9, and they will never change. If you don’t believe me, go and test it. Forget it, if I tell you this, you probably won’t know what it means.”

After thinking about it, the old man changed his mind and said, "Don't you have a sword? If you don't believe me, you can scratch it. If you can make a mark, I will recognize you as my grandson."

Sir, please rest.

Bai Bing went to try it, but as soon as he got close, he heard a prompt from the system.

[Special material detected]

[Using strong force-strengthened coating with super wear resistance to ensure long-term storage of recorded information]

【Do you use a burning pen to record information? 】

A pop-up box appeared again in the system, and then a collection interface appeared. Bai Bing was stunned, clicked to receive, and found that this thing turned out to be a familiar object.

Black spikes.

It's small, similar to the mummy that was sealed back then.

However, this time it is metallic and there is no black blood on the surface.

Does this thing still have this effect?

"Forget it, I'll know you are bragging as soon as I hear it." Bai Bing said.

The old man was anxious, "Why don't you believe it? Just go and try it yourself and you will know."

"You can really blow."

"If you can figure it out, I'll be your grandson." The old man laughed angrily.

Bai Bing stepped forward, took out the nail and hid it under his index finger, and used his secret strength to scratch it, causing dense cracks to appear on the stone tiles on the ground.

The old man was shocked. Who is this? You can pull it out with your fingernails.

After so many years, this is the first time I’ve seen him.

His eyes were shocked and suspicious. According to records, only those people can burn information on it. Who is this person?

It was really hard enough. Bai Bing shook his numb hand and saw that the nail was a little blunt. He probably guessed that this old man had some good stuff.

"Uncle, what did you just say? My old eyes are dim and I can't hear clearly."

The old man pondered, "Are you the recorder?"

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(End of chapter)