In the dream, Zhou Yuan felt that he seemed to be in a warm and dark place. At first, he could not see or hear anything, but gradually there was a light in front of him. When Zhou Yuan heard his clear cry, he realized that he was a newborn baby.

Two people appeared in front of them, two strange and extremely friendly faces appeared on their faces. Zhou Yuan, who was holding the baby, said something he couldn't understand in his mouth with strange syllables. Although he didn't understand what they meant, Zhou Yuan subconsciously knew that this was his parents.

As the picture changed, the baby Zhou Yuan gradually grew up. He looked three or four years old and was running happily with a few friends. He was surrounded by green and dense forests, in the distance there were mountains that could not be seen at first sight, as well as the thatched huts in the village where Zhou Yuan was, and the parents and elders who were smiling and turned around and watched them play.

This was Zhou Yuan’s happiest and most carefree time. He and his friends were playing happily, running, and bursts of crisp laughter...

The picture changed again and a group of people suddenly came to the village where Zhou Yuan was. The status of the visitor was very high, because the people in the entire village, including the elders who were usually tall, were all lying on the ground, and welcomed the visitor with a very humble and respectful attitude.

Zhou Yuan, who was beside his parents, was lying on the ground like his parents, but the child's curiosity made him unable to help but look up when the person came by. But at this glance, he saw an old face. It was a tall old man wearing gorgeous clothes with wide-sleeved robe and a strange tall crown. He held an exquisite golden rod in his hand. One end of the rod was a divine bird spreading its wings to fly, and the other end was coiled with dragon patterns. His eyes were as bright as stars and extremely deep.

When his eyes touched the old man, Zhou Yuan's mind seemed to be attracted by the other party at once. He felt something that attracted him on the old man, which made him extremely close. Involuntarily, Zhou Yuan actually stood up. At the same time, the old man suddenly stopped and turned around and looked towards Zhou Yuan.

This scene seemed to scare everyone, especially Zhou Yuan's parents beside him. They were lying on the ground but trembling bodies seemed to be extremely afraid. However, Zhou Yuan didn't notice this, but he still looked up at the old man in a daze. He didn't know how long it took to look. Until the old man smiled at him, Zhou Yuan immediately smiled and walked towards the old man.

The old man stood there, stretched out his hand to Zhou Yuan with a smile, and Zhou Yuan also stretched out his hand. When he put his little hand in the old man's dry but warm big hand, the old man immediately laughed happily, then took Zhou Yuan's hand and turned around and left.

At this time, Zhou Yuan's parents, including everyone in the village and the old man who were walking with him, all showed shocked and indescribable complex gazes when they saw this scene, and watched Zhou Yuan be taken away by the old man.

The picture changed again. Zhou Yuan, a child, had gradually grown up. Since leaving the village that day, the old man has become Zhou Yuan's master. The master brought Zhou Yuan from a remote village to an extremely magnificent city and started a new life.

The master's status is very high and his status is very unusual. He and Zhou Yuan live in the deepest part of a huge palace in the middle of the city. Except for some people outside the palace, they rarely deal with other outsiders on weekdays.

Master taught Zhou Yuan some knowledge. Under Master’s patience, Zhou Yuan began to grow up little by little...

The interior of this hall, on the walls everywhere, are filled with countless totems painted in colorful colors. In his spare time, the master often points to these and patiently explains the stories in Zhou Yuan, telling him many unknown secrets...

As the days passed, Zhou Yuan grew up little by little under the guidance of his master. In a blink of an eye, Zhou Yuan grew from a child to a young man. At this time, his master became older, except for those still extremely deep eyes.

After several decades, one day, Master finally felt that his deadline was approaching. He called Zhou Yuan, smiled and said something to him, and handed Zhou Yuan his hand with the golden stick he had prepared long ago. This golden stick was the master's belonging, and it was also a symbol of his supreme identity and status. Zhou Yuan understood Master's intention in his heart. He silently shed tears, knelt down solemnly in front of Master, raised his hands to take over the golden battle.

Master left the world with a smile. When Master closed his eyes and his once warm hands gradually became cold, endless sadness surged from Zhou Yuan's heart, and he couldn't help but kneel down and burst into tears.

Zhou Yuan put on his master's robe and his high crown. When he walked out of the palace with a golden stick, everyone in the city crawled in front of him and bowed to him with an extremely respectful attitude.

In this way, Zhou Yuan became the new owner of the palace. In the following years, Zhou Yuan took over the mission of Master to guard his home and his tribe, and kept his promise to Master before he left.

As time flies, the young Zhou Yuan becomes a middle-aged man, and from a middle-aged man gradually becomes an old man. When Zhou Yuan becomes as old as his master, he originally thought that his life would pass like this, and the next step is to choose a suitable heir with his master to complete his final mission.

But no one expected that a sudden war broke out, and thousands of years of peace were broken overnight. The extremely powerful enemies came from the east. They had not only an extremely powerful army, but also various fierce beasts and beasts to help them, invading their homes from the ground, from the mountains, from the forest, from the river, from the sky...

Zhou Yuan led his tribesmen to resist and repel the enemy's attacks again and again, but the enemies were too strong and too many. Although Zhou Yuan did his best to kill countless enemies, he still could not defeat the powerful enemy that surged like a tide.

Villages everywhere were destroyed one after another, and the tribesmen were ruthlessly massacred. When this magnificent city was about to be broken, Zhou Yuan, who was facing a strong enemy, held the golden rod tightly and led the remaining tribesmen to fight with several times the strong enemy.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yuan was unable to stop the enemy's advance in the end. When he led the last few hundred people to retreat to the palace in the center of the city, he looked around and saw only a ferocious enemy with no end to the end.

Failed... Everything was over... The crumbling Zhou Yuan's mouth was bleeding, and he barely stood with a golden stick, showing a bitter and helpless smile. The enemy leader stepped forward to persuade them to surrender, but was rejected by Zhou Yuan. At this moment, he made a decision, a final decision, and he wanted to use up only the last trace of his remaining vitality as an unyielding roar before death.

Zhou Yuan ordered the remaining tribesmen to block the enemy, and he turned around and walked into the hall. In the vast hall, Zhou Yuan lit a bonfire and sang an ancient tune. His old body began to jump in a strange posture. As he stepped out step by step, the exquisite golden stick in his hand began to light up gradually in the ancient tune Zhou Yuan sang, and finally emitted a dazzling light.

Amid everyone's exclamation, Zhou Yuancang's old body began to straighten, and his wrinkled face showed a resolute look. The only fire of life in his body began to burn, and the entire palace suddenly lit up. The totems depicted on the painted walls around the palace seemed to be summoned, appearing vividly and solidly, flying around Zhou Yuan...

In an instant, countless phantoms rushed into Zhou Yuan's body wildly, and Zhou Yuan's old face gradually became young, as if the river of time began to flow backwards, and the disappearing power of life returned to his body. When Zhou Yuan took the last step with difficulty and spit out the last syllable from his mouth, the golden light emitted by the golden rod in his hand suddenly exploded and flew into the sky, like a new sun rising from the sky.

The earth shook violently, the wind was howling, and the dark clouds swept through the sky instantly enveloped the entire sky, and countless lightnings roared and thundered... At this moment, Zhou Yuan saw the faces of those rushing in enemies with unprecedented horror. Everyone exclaimed loudly. Some people wanted to rush over to stop Zhou Yuan, but more people rushed to try to turn around and escape, but it was too late. At this moment, Zhou Yuan's soul left his body and slowly rose. When he looked down at the entire city from the air, with the palace as the center, it began to collapse wherever he could see. In an instant, the heaven and earth were inverted, the sun and the moon were changing, and the mountains and rivers collapsed...

"Master...I did my best..." This was the last thought that aroused in Zhou Yuan's heart. At the same time, it seemed that he could hear a familiar tune in his ear. It was the voice of Master. The syllables in the tune were simple and vicissitudes, as if they were telling and crying in the ears. It gradually dissipated between heaven and earth with Zhou Yuan's last thoughts...

The sun outside had already risen, and the bright sunlight was scattering into the room like gold through the floor-to-ceiling window. Zhou Yuan, who was sitting in front of the bed, staring blankly at the front, with a confused look in his eyes.

It took him a lot of time to remember who he was. He felt a little wet and cold on his face. He subconsciously reached out and wiped his face, and then he realized that his hands were filled with tears.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhou Yuan was stunned when he looked at the tears in his hand, and carefully recalled everything that happened in the dream, as if he had spent an extremely real life in the dream.

How real and so bizarre this dream is. Zhou Yuan really doesn’t understand why he had such a dream, and what’s going on in the dream?

Everything in the dream does not seem to belong to any history that he is familiar with. Whether he is himself or his master or his tribesmen, Zhou Yuan has never had any memory in history, but there are many things that make him feel extremely familiar, especially the golden rod, which Zhou Yuan seemed to have seen.

There are also everything in the city, some strange, some seem to have memories. In addition, those enemies from the east, these enemies are not just humans, but also countless strange birds and beasts, including green snakes and red dragons. Even at the last moment of breaking through the city, Zhou Yuan also saw the enemy dispatching a huge dragon, a giant dragon with wings, which is the legendary Yinglong.

Zhou Yuan seemed to remember something, and vaguely guessed his identity in the dream. If he guessed correctly, he and his master were both able to control the power of gods, ghosts, heaven and earth, and had the supreme status. At the same time, he also had a title, which was - Wu.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan suddenly stood up and came to the study a few steps. He opened the closed laptop computer, flipped his fingers into the password. After the screen flashed, the manuscript written by Zhou Yuan was displayed in front of him. This interview draft about the Sanxingdui civilization and the exquisite pictures that matched it on the side immediately made Zhou Yuan look a little focused.
Chapter completed!