Amidst the dancing cherry blossoms, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.
The livestock, such as cattle and sheep, seemed to be startled, almost breaking through the fence. The herders tried to stop them, shouting loudly. The usually fierce Tibetan mastiffs were now crouched on the ground, growling and showing signs of unease.
At the same time, children were crying, and women were comforting them.
Several elderly herders were praying devoutly, and eventually, they knelt down, bowing toward the distant, towering mountains, with great solemnity.
The herders were not surprised by Chu Feng's arrival, as outsiders often passed by and stayed in their tents.
After a long time, the noise at the foot of the mountain gradually subsided.
Chu Feng washed his body with hot water and drank the rich and fragrant butter tea, feeling much less tired. He gave all the candies he had to the children.
The children's faces were rosy, a sign of the high altitude, and they smiled shyly, looking very simple and pure. After the candies were distributed, they scattered happily and contentedly.
What had happened in this mountainous area not long ago was a question in Chu Feng's mind. Could it be that the almost eerie blue flowers had bloomed here as well?
The old herder in the tent had white hair and deep wrinkles on his face, showing obvious worry. He looked outside the tent, gazing at the distant mountains.
Soon, Chu Feng learned that blue mist had indeed appeared here, swirling in the mountains, causing many livestock to be startled and behave very restlessly, trying to escape.
However, there were no strange blue flowers, and the mist was very thin.
"Why do you bow toward the mountains?" Chu Feng asked.
"That is the direction of the holy mountain," the old herder replied.
Kunlun, known as the divine and holy mountain, is rich in mythological color. From the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" to the "Huainanzi," and then to the "Records of the Grand Historian," there are numerous ancient records.
Initially, there was only a light blue mist in this mountainous area, but some people saw that the mist in the direction of the Kunlun Mountains was abnormally dense.
There, the fog surged, crystal clear and bright, boiling and steaming. Later, it was like a beam of light, with blue light surging and bright rays, very spectacular.
It seemed as if a dazzling blue sun was enveloped by the thick fog, floating there. Although it was far away, it occasionally emitted light like lightning.
From a distance, it looked incredibly mysterious, with brilliant blue light dancing and extremely dazzling.
Therefore, some elderly herders bowed in that direction, praying devoutly.
Clearly, the strange phenomenon there was extremely astonishing, with the blue mist so dense that it could not be dispersed, accompanied by bright rays, even more intense than what Chu Feng had seen in the desert.
What caused these divine and strange phenomena? Chu Feng pondered.
He thought of a possibility, perhaps it was triggered by an earthquake in the mountains.
In the past, a similar incident had occurred in a place where thunderstorms often struck living things in the valley.
If a mountain range experiences a severe earthquake, it might cause an abnormal increase in the magnetic field. Under the electromagnetic field effect, the charges in the clouds and the magnetic field in the mountains interact, causing the charges to discharge. Combined with the aurora effect, this makes the area colorful and a very special thunder zone, different from the norm.
Chu Feng was not superstitious and believed that what happened in the mountains was mostly a natural phenomenon.
However, no matter how he explained it, the old herder refused to believe him and glared at him, thinking he was desecrating the holy mountain, almost driving him away.
In fact, there were indeed inexplicable and far-fetched aspects, even Chu Feng himself had not fully understood them, such as the alluring flowers in the desert not long ago.
He sighed lightly. In this "post-civilization era," many things were unsolvable. Despite people's efforts to explain them with past patterns, the world was becoming increasingly difficult to understand.
War had once nearly destroyed the earth, almost turning it into a wasteland. Although it had recovered over a long period, the former glorious era could not be fully restored.
During the relatively long period of the post-civilization era, several mysterious incidents had occurred, with significant impacts, but they remained unsolved.
In the early morning, the red sun rose above the horizon, and the bright morning light slid over the hills, falling on the tents and the grass, full of vitality.
Chu Feng bid farewell to the tribe and set off again.
He headed west, entering the plateau.
Along the way, he learned that the mysterious blue mist had a wide range, at least in the areas he had passed through.
"Could this be another mysterious incident?" he muttered to himself.
Historically, those few times had caused significant turmoil, and there were still no definitive answers.
The sky in the Tibetan region was exceptionally blue, with white clouds very close to the ground, as if a slight stretch of the hand could touch them. The Gobi, mountains, and pastures were very peaceful, like a tranquil and uncontested land.
Along the way, Chu Feng heard many rumors.
Some herders said that the living Buddha on the holy mountain had awakened, hence the blue light and the thick fog enveloping the area.
Others said that the Vajra Bodhi divine tree was growing and about to bear fruit.
"Dragon mastiffs are about to be born!" some people said.
In the locals' view, true mastiffs lived in the wild and could fight lions and tigers, while those kept by people were not true mastiffs. There was also a legend that there were dragon mastiffs in the holy mountain, with one appearing every few hundred years, immensely powerful and capable of subduing demons.
A few days later, Chu Feng approached the area of the holy mountain.
He had already learned that a light blue mist had appeared in various places along the way, mostly similar to the previous major anomalies in history.
At the same time, this also meant that, like the previous times, ordinary people would never understand the underlying causes!
Moreover, most people did not know what consequences it would bring.
Strangely, it was already late autumn, and the weather in the Tibetan region should have been very cold, but in recent days, as Chu Feng traveled west, he gradually felt a warm sensation.
A few days ago, the yellow leaves were falling, covering the ground, but now it was different.
The leaves remaining on the trees seemed to have regained vitality, no longer withered, and no longer falling.
Especially as he approached Kunlun, the grass, thorns, and trees along the way were green and vibrant in the warm weather, full of life.
It was already late autumn, but there was no sense of desolation.
"The weather is getting warmer. Could it be due to the anomaly?" Chu Feng speculated.
Finally, Kunlun Mountain came into view.
From a distance, he felt a sense of oppression.
The towering and majestic mountain range, with its grand and magnificent momentum, stretched like the spine of heaven and earth.
It was vast and majestic, unparalleled, and no ancient mountain could surpass it.
This mountain range carried countless legends and has been shrouded in a thick layer of mythological color from ancient times to the present.
Originally, Chu Feng was going to return after entering the Tibetan region, but he kept hearing about the anomalies in Kunlun Mountain, with blue light shining, and he wanted to take a closer look.
Chu Feng reached his destination, standing at the foot of the mountain. The towering mountain was like a giant city of the gods, vast and magnificent, sitting on the western land, with a rugged and majestic aura.
This was just a small section of the Kunlun Mountains. A few days ago, this area had been filled with intense blue light, which many nearby people had seen, but few dared to approach in recent days.
Chu Feng entered the mountain, gradually climbing.
The mountain became steeper, with large boulders scattered, making the path increasingly difficult. However, the vegetation along the way was lush, which was clearly abnormal for late autumn.
"Was there really an earthquake a few days ago?" Chu Feng observed.
There were signs of cracking on the mountain body, with many large cracks on the surface, and obvious boulders that had rolled down from higher elevations. Some cliffs had even collapsed.
It was this giant mountain that had experienced the abnormal phenomenon.
Chu Feng saw a large boulder with words carved deeply into it, mostly buried by soil and rocks.
After the earthquake, part of the mountain had collapsed and slid, exposing this boulder from deep underground.
The boulder had a layer of green, like dried moss.
Chu Feng touched the carved words, recognizing them. These were ancient script, a very old form of writing often inscribed on bells and tripods in ancient times.
It was difficult for ordinary people to identify.
For a moment, his thoughts raced. Why these two words?
Seeing the words "Xi Wang" here, how could one not make associations? Was there really a Queen Mother of the West in ancient times?
"Perhaps it's just an inscription left by ancient people who came here to mourn." Chu Feng shook his head, explaining to himself.
Suddenly, he was stunned. While touching the carved words, he noticed that the so-called "dried moss" was abnormal.
"Green copper rust!" This discovery shook him.
This stone tablet had been sealed and buried in the mountain for a long time. It wouldn't have any moss, and it had only been exposed after the severe earthquake.
However, such a large piece of ancient bronze was indeed rare.
"The Si Mu Wu Ding from the Yin Ruins weighs less than two thousand pounds and is known as the largest ancient bronze artifact, but this bronze tablet..."
Chu Feng pushed away some soil and rocks. Conservatively estimated, this bronze tablet weighed at least five to six thousand pounds, which was astonishing. In ancient times, it would have been a rare and precious artifact.
It was covered in green rust, clearly an ancient artifact buried for a long time.
If it were a stone tablet, Chu Feng would have thought it was left by ancient people who came to mourn. Now, with such a large bronze tablet, he was unsure.
In that distant ancient time, who could afford to do so just for mourning?
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