area51novel Chapter 825 50 Continue Life 108
Chapter 825 50 Continue Life 108
Chapter 825: Continuing Life in Fifty Years 108
When Ah Cai saw that help had arrived, a smile appeared on her face, as if a spring breeze was blowing on her face. In an instant, a heavy burden was lifted from her heart, and her whole body was filled with a light and airy aura like a swallow.
Without hesitation, she handed a large stack of magical talismans to 00541. Each of those talismans had its own secrets, such as the [Cleaning Talisman], [Pulling and Returning Talisman], [Building Recasting Talisman], etc., all of which were useful tools for repairing ancient artifacts.
With such a mysterious magic weapon in hand, 00541 is even more powerful, freely traveling between parallel worlds and repairing long-dormant cultural relics at will, as if he has mastered the key to time.
At the same time, Ah Cai devoted her energy to the restoration of ancient monuments around Xi'an. She waved talismans, like casting magic, to summon antiques that had wandered overseas to return to their homeland.
These treasures were lost to foreign countries due to war or trade, but under the call of her talismans, they finally crossed the mountains and seas and returned to the embrace of the Chinese land, just like wanderers returning home and being reborn.
00541 looked at the mountain of talismans piled up in its own system space and couldn't help but marvel: "Host, this is truly a stroke of genius! In the past, we spent huge sums of money searching for antiques everywhere, and now we can make them fly back to us on their own. It's truly amazing!"
However, it still had doubts in its heart: "If the antique is already damaged, can these talismans still bring it back to life?"
Ah Cai smiled slightly, her eyes gleaming with wisdom. "As long as the fragments are returned, we can use the power of the talisman to repair it a second time. Although it will cost a few more talismans, it is much better than losing the treasure forever."
After saying this, she pulled out a delicate storage bag from her sleeve and solemnly handed it to 00541, saying, "This contains the leftover scraps from cutting the top-grade spirit stones. After using the talisman, remember to fill it back into the talisman. Otherwise, the talisman's energy may not be able to support the cultural relics on their journey home, just like a kite with a broken string, losing its support."
00541 couldn't suppress its curiosity, so it put away its storage bag, flapped its wings and flew high into the sky, wondering where to cast the spell. After a moment of hesitation, it decided to head towards Xianyang first.
After all, the glorious history of the former capital of the Qin Dynasty is deeply connected with its own General Bai Qi, so Xianyang should be the first choice for restoring ancient buildings, as if it were God's will.
Xianyang is located in the heart of Guanzhong, north of the Wei River and south of Jiuyi Mountain. It is named after the contrast between mountains and water.
At that time, the Afang Palace was majestic and magnificent. Although it was not fully built, it was already famous. Legend has it that its scale "covered an area of more than 300 miles and blocked out the sun and sky."
The high-platform buildings and rammed earth foundations all demonstrate the Qin people's persistent pursuit of magnificent architecture. They are also the pinnacle embodiment of the Qin Dynasty's national strength and architectural skills. They are like monuments of history, standing tall and unshakable.
00541 hovered on the central axis of Jiuyi Mountain, and seven hundred and twenty talismans poured down like meteors.
When the talisman paper touched the ground, the sound of the Zenghouyi chime bells could be heard faintly from deep in the earth veins, and the rammed earth platform ten feet square broke free from the dust that had sealed it for two thousand years.
00541 dug out the foundation of the Afang Palace with ease, and instantly consumed hundreds of talismans, but it didn't care at all, and just said, "Wait for the host to draw more."
What is shocking is that the wood ash in the gaps between the rammed earth has sprouted new green leaves, and in the blink of an eye has grown into oak beams and columns as thick as a man's embrace, as if the dormant seeds are still remembering the sweat dripping from the Qin craftsmen when they were ramming the earth, awakening the vitality of a thousand years.
"boom--"
Twelve black towers rise from the ground, like a ridge swallowing the moon, startling fireflies all over the sky.
The Qin bricks are automatically spliced into a "well" pattern lichen, and the "Zuogong Guimao" stamp on the side of each brick shines brightly; the totems of the four gods on the tiles flow in the moonlight, and the scales of the blue dragon are reassembled from the broken Qin bricks.
The most breathtaking thing is the copper veins emerging from deep in the foundation - they are rivers simulated by hundreds of tons of mercury, rushing endlessly under the impetus of the spiritual stone. The rise and fall of the mercury column actually coincides with the rhythm of the tides, as if heaven and earth are dancing together.
Without hesitation, it directly threw the talisman into the building and then threw in the spirit stone fragments. In an instant, a magnificent palace suddenly rose from the barren land - the Afang Palace, as if time had gone back and the former glory was restored.
By three in the morning, the corridor stretched for three hundred miles, ablaze with rosy clouds. Shuttled between the twelve-story buildings, sensors detected a unique vibration of 00541 Hz on the roof tiles: the murals burned by Xiang Yu's fire were being reborn against entropy.
The tail feathers of the Vermillion Bird pattern stretched out from the ashes, the Zhen hexagrams on the black tortoise shells lit up one by one, and even the fragments of pottery in the cracks of the steps were pieced together again to form a complete millet vessel, as if the sand of time had been gently brushed away, revealing its former appearance.
00541 A half-burnt bamboo slip was found in the southwest corner tower. When the golden light of the talisman flashed, the ink marks reorganized like tadpoles swimming, revealing the long-lost "Qin Palace Music Score".
As the morning light pierced the clouds, the parrot's wings touched the still-dry Qin calligraphy on the pillars: "In twenty-six years, the emperor has completely annexed the world."
The pine soot ink exudes the bitter fragrance of thousand-year-old ink, and the twelve Suihou beads inlaid on the dome refract the morning light into a colorful waterfall of light, as if the scroll of history is slowly unfolding before your eyes.
At this moment, it finally understood the mystery of the spirit stone fragments - each facet was reconstructing the curvature of space and time, turning Du Mu's "covering more than three hundred miles" from a literary exaggeration into physical reality, as if it were the perfect fusion of science and manpower.
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Thousands of miles away in London, Tom, the night security guard at the British Museum, was retreating in fear.
The Western Zhou bronze duck urn in display case No. 33 suddenly emitted a green glow, and thirty-six streams of light penetrated the bulletproof glass and converged into the phantom of a phoenix above the "Biography of Female Historian".
When the alarm sounded and the morning mist was broken, these bronze fragments had already crossed the Eurasian continent and were embedded into the mortise and tenon joints reserved in the foundation of the Afang Palace as precisely as tired birds returning to their nests.
That was exactly one of the twelve positions where the First Emperor collected weapons from all over the world and melted them into golden men. It seemed like a historical coincidence, perfect and seamless.
Seeing that the talisman's energy was gradually fading, 00541 quickly hammered nearly half of the leftover high-quality spirit stones into the foundation of Afang Palace.
Instantly, palaces sprang up, constantly renovating themselves. Their walls soared into the sky, their intricate carvings and inscriptions telling of their former glory.
Stepping inside, the spacious hall is filled with a subtle sandalwood scent, evoking a sense of tranquility and solemnity. Ornate pillars support the vast dome, inlaid with dazzling gemstones that shimmer like a starry sky, creating a fairyland-like experience.
In the courtyard, green trees and blooming flowers complement the ancient buildings. The sound of gurgling water echoes in my ears, as if whispering the story of the Afang Palace.
The reappearance of Afang Palace makes people feel as if they have traveled through time and space and returned to that glorious era - the Qin Dynasty unified the world and its achievements will last for thousands of years. The former glory is reproduced here, as if the wheel of history is turning again, bringing heavy memories.
00541 looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Although the Afang Palace was surrounded by wasteland, it still occupied a lot of farmland, but he didn't care about that.
He flapped his wings and returned to the Li family.