To the southwest of Puyang, there is a Baishi Mountain. The mountain is not big. It is only more than a thousand miles from east to west, and the widest from north to south is only three or five hundred miles wide. There are many valleys, caves, few tall trees, and sparse shrubs are the main vegetation here.

There is a deep valley at the center of Baishi Mountain. On both sides are covered with ancient pine trees like dragons, large vines hanging on the branches, and the thick moss near the roots are clearly visible. The entire valley is filled with the fragrant linguine medicinal fragrance.

Walking all the way from the entrance of the valley, the valley suddenly became clear behind the winding path for more than ten miles. A pavilion built with white jade-like stones specialized in Baishishan is in sight.

After countless years of baptism of wind, frost, rain and dew, the once white and cute stone has become mottled, and the cracks of the rocks are full of moss. At first glance, this pavilion looks like bronze stained by time. The color is dim but thick, exuding a simple and vicissitudes of charm.

Walking through this pavilion, there is a small hole on the wall at the end of the valley, and men in black, white and gray clothes quietly come in and out.

There is a spacious and clean corridor inside the entrance of the cave. There are portals on both sides of the corridor. All the portals are made of bronze and carved with portraits of various beasts. All the portals are tightly closed, and I don’t know what is being done inside, what people or things are hiding.

Suddenly, a door opened, and a white-haired old man hunched over and poked half of his body out from behind the door, and sent a roll of dragon skin that still emitted a faint fragrance of medicine: "One hundred secret dragon skin scrolls are sent to the stall!"

A young man in black came out from somewhere. He took the dragon-skin scroll from the old man's hand with both hands and walked quickly into the depths of the corridor. The white-haired old man muttered and closed the thick bronze portal heavily.

As you go deeper along the corridor, the portals on both sides of the corridor are getting bigger and bigger, and more and more forked roads appear.

The innermost layer of the final corridor is a huge magnificent palace with space superimposed on the witch formation.

The bottom of the hall with a round sky is about a hundred miles long and wide. The ground is thick and earthy yellow, while the round dome shows an ancient and mysterious blue-black blue-black. Looking closely, the ground of this hall is cast of brass, and the dome is forged in bronze.

Countless fist-sized beads are embedded in the dome of various colors. Each bead emits a dazzling column of light to cover the ground. The columns of light falling on the ground are ten feet in a circle, and the large ones are three to five feet in size.

Under each light column, there are iron-wood tables, one zhang large or small, with thick dragon-skin scrolls piled up on them. Some scrolls are covered with red-colored handwriting, patterns and talismans, etc. Some dragon-skin scrolls also emit a faint medicinal fragrance, and there is a blank space on them.

Many old men and middle-aged men stood by the table, holding brushes, dipped in Wu Mo made of dragon blood mixed with cinnabar and dozens of other rare materials, and carefully copied them on the three-foot-square dragon leather scroll.

Each of them had a solemn light flashing on their hands, and the witch power in their bodies continued to blend into Wu Mo through the pen. With the blessing of their witch power, Wu Mo was firmly printed on the dragon skin scroll like a carving.

The dragon skin scroll made with rare witch medicine after 108 processes is extremely tough. There will be no damage when chopping the knife and axe. The fire will not cause any deformation. No termites, silverworms and other objects dare not approach it at all. Unless the Witch King or powerful people above the Witch King are deliberately damaged, these dragon skin scrolls can be preserved almost forever.

Ordinary geological disasters, whether it is earthquakes or floods, whether it is volcanoes or lightning strikes, cannot damage this dragon-skin scroll at all. This is the best carrier for the human race to preserve human knowledge and inherit human civilization after countless years of hard work.

Wu Mo, which is also made of a large amount of rare materials mixed with dragon blood, can also undergo erosion of time without any fading.

Everyone was nervously transcribing, but they wrote very slowly. Every stroke of each person was extremely careful and extremely fine. Every stroke they fell down seemed to carve a knife on the steel ingot with a heavy axe. They tried not to make any mistakes, for fear of any mistakes that would lead to mistakes in the inheritance of the classics.

A young man in white linen clothes hurried into the hall. He held a large stack of tanned animal skin scrolls in his hands and quickly arrived at the table of a white-haired old man, carefully placing the animal skin scrolls on the table.

"The Witch Palace just sent it, and the 1,789 improved antidote formulas prepared by the Witch Palace in the past three months." The young man said respectfully: "The medicinal power of each improved formula is at least 20% stronger than that of the old prescription."

The white-haired old man nodded happily and said in a deep voice: "Well done. There will be a great epidemic after the flood. The Witch Palace can come up with so many improved medicines in time, which is really good."

A piece of copper plate was suspended above the palace. A hair and beard were as yellow as old ivory, with long hair and beards wrapped around him, and three feet tall piled up beside him. It was obviously an extremely old man sat quietly on the copper plate, looking at the work of everyone below with expressionless face.

Two young men with colorful lights in their eyes stood behind the old man, looking down at the busy people in the hall with a ferocious look.

An extremely subtle voice came from the mouths of the two young men, and only the old men sitting on the copper plate could hear their voices.

"Don't worry, Old Shilong, my clan will never change his mind when he promised you. You, and your descendants, can enjoy eternal life, and will not be attacked by our clan members. As long as you cooperate with our clan, seize the supreme power of your human race, and let the clan members of our clan control the entire human race, you will definitely receive an unexpected reward."

Old Man Shilong looked at the busy people in the hall with a complicated expression.

After a long time, he murmured to himself: "I am the leader of the secret guard of the human race. The responsibility of the secret guard is that when the human race faces a catastrophe, he is responsible for preserving the civilization of the human race and allowing the inheritance of the human race to not be cut off."

"But this time... I joined forces with you to push the human race, which is facing severe disasters, to the brink of destruction." Old man Shilong said in a deep voice: "My family is loyal to the human race for generations... I... I..."

The two young men smiled mysteriously and put their hands on the shoulders of the old man Shilong: "You are not wrong, really, you are not wrong. People do not punish themselves for themselves... For themselves, for their descendants, and betray their own race. We have seen so many such things, it is really no big deal."

The two wanted to continue saying something, but a middle-aged man hurriedly ran in and respectfully knelt down to the old man.
Chapter completed!