Chapter 415 Bloodline Son
The star map flows slowly on the ground, and each star corresponds to a certain coordinate in reality.
Su Han looked up and found that the starlight echoed the pain in his brow... It was as if someone was using the entire galaxy to show him the way.
The remaining power of the Abyss is still surging.
Su Han struggled to stand up and found that his blood was glowing.
Liquid starlight was now flowing in those meridians burned by the star stream, and every step on the ground would leave a fleeting silver trail.
"careful!"
Biyao's warning suddenly exploded behind her.
Su Han instinctively rolled over to avoid the attack, but the place where he was standing was pierced by a black vine covered with barbs.
Only then did he realize that the entire wasteland was undergoing a change: the fragments of the collapsed stone pillars were suspended in the air, and patterns appeared on their surface that completely corresponded to the star map on the ground.
The nebula vortex suddenly contracted, making a sharp scream like a baby crying.
The hairs on the back of Su Han's neck stood up - that sound directly affected his soul, reminding him of the soul-calming bell he had seen in the ancestral hall in his childhood.
At this moment, the whole world has become a huge bell, and a certain existence is using stars to strike its bell wall.
A blinding light suddenly burst out from Biyao's golden-patterned right arm.
She bit her tongue and sprayed the blood on the talisman, and the burning phoenix fire condensed into a real fire sword.
“Use this!”
When she threw the fire sword towards Su Han, Su Han saw the golden lines on her arm wriggling, as if countless tiny eyes were moving under her skin.
The moment the sword split the star map, the flow of time suddenly slowed down.
Su Han saw that there were tiny black shadows imprisoned inside each star. They stretched out their sharp tentacles and tried to pierce the starlight cage.
When the flaming sword slashed through, the shadows let out a shrill scream, and the severed starlight condensed into pictures in front of him:
——On the altar three thousand years ago, the ancestor with a wound on his forehead held a star map in his hand, and a priest with a human head and a snake body knelt at his feet;
——In the collapsing star tracks, countless stars dragged their long tails and fell to the earth, creating bottomless ravines; ——A girl who looked similar to Su Han had a chain piercing her scapula, but her eyes were shining with blood light that was exactly the same as the nebula vortex.
"That is."
Su Han's blood suddenly began to boil.
The star map under his feet began to tremble violently, and the stars representing the seal nodes went out one after another.
The sound of rotten chains breaking came from all directions, as if the seal of the entire world was loosening at this moment.
A black mist suddenly gushed out from the heart of the Eclipse, and a distorted human face emerged from the mist.
Su Han recognized all these faces: his father who died in battle after guarding the border for twenty years, his cousin who brought him a marriage certificate just last month, and even the old neighbor who took him to rob bird nests when he was a child.
Every face was twisted into a shrill laugh, but the voices blended perfectly into the same hoarse male voice:
"Son of the bloodline. It's time to wake up."
Su Han's pupils instantly shrank into vertical lines.
He felt cold fingers touching his spine, moving along the bone gap that was naturally thicker than that of ordinary people.
When the black fog touched the center of the forehead, the entire wasteland suddenly turned upside down.
The fragments of the originally suspended stone pillars fell one after another, but turned into quicksand the moment they touched the ground, revealing the densely packed bronze coffins underneath.
Su Han looked down and saw that the bronze coffins were opening, and what came out of them were not corpses, but groups of flowing star sand.
These star sands condensed into his appearance in the air. Hundreds and thousands of "Su Han" raised their arms at the same time, pointing at the basalt cliff that suddenly appeared on the edge of the wasteland.
The Nebula Vortex let out its last wail at this moment.
Su Han saw a vague human figure curled up inside it. The person's face was 70% similar to his own, except that there were two rotating star cores where his eyes should be.
When the star core turned towards him, the whole world suddenly fell into absolute darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, Su Han was already standing on the basalt cliff.
The Green Flame Sword in his hand had somehow turned into a spear made of star sand, the tip of the spear pointing to the huge bronze door at the end of the cliff that was engraved with star maps. (End of this chapter)