Chapter 2270 - Ice Phoenix Tiara! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The most important thing about the breastplate was that several ancient characters had been written in the center of it.

“It’s Bird Script! Why would words from the Yellow Emperor’s era appear here?” Wang Zhongsi said, his expression turning grave.

As Wang Zhongsi spoke, the hall fell silent, everyone speechlessly glancing at each other.

If Wang Zhongsi was right, it meant that in a long-gone era, many experts had also ventured into this place.

The only question was why they had come here.

Was it because the world had also frozen over in that era after a cold wave descended?

Had the experts of that era, just like them, come to the polar sea to stop the Celestial God Organization?

They looked at each other and saw that they all thought the same.

If this conjecture was correct, it meant that the Celestial God Organization had wanted to destroy this world more than once.

This mysterious organization was the enemy of the entire continent!

As they were all thinking, another voice spoke up. “Look over here! It seems that they left something behind.”

In another corner of the hall, the Xi Queen had also found something.

This was the skeleton of a human that was seated against a wall. In its hand was a metal plate.

The Xi Queen took the metal plate from the skeletal hands, glanced at it, and then handed it to Wang Chong.

The words on the metal plate were written entirely in Seal Script, completely different from the language of the Xi Tribe. Only Wang Chong and his fellow Great Generals could interpret this script of the Central Plains.

“It’s a bronze slip. Though it was more popular to use bamboo slips in the time of the Yellow Emperor, the imperial household used slips made of bronze. While these bronze slips are thin, they are very difficult to break. Normally, only officials of the Imperial Palace could use them.

“These things are extremely rare. I’ve heard about them before, but this is my first time seeing one.”

Zhang Shougui looked at the bronze slip and sighed in wonder.

Ten-some years ago, when Zhang Shougui reached the peak of his career, he had begun to study ancient script, and he had immersed himself deeply in this field.

His mastery of this subject placed him far above all the others.

“Lord Zhang recognizes these words?” Zhangchou Jianqiong said.

“The difference in characters is too much, so I can only recognize a few words here and there,” Zhang Shougui said. “However, the characters of our Central Plains were developed based on the forms and shapes in the world, so if I know a part of it, I can conjecture as to the rest of the contents.”

Zhang Shougui’s brow creased as he read out the words. “Zhuluo Record… obeying the Yellow Emperor’s decree, to the Northern Sea… chaos-causing fiends… power too great to contend against… I can’t recognize anything after that.”

Everyone’s hearts sank.

No government records could have recorded what had happened here. And while they didn’t know what had happened to this group that had ventured into the polar sea, they could judge by the final result that it hadn’t been good.

The only problem was that if they had failed, it meant that Heaven’s Purification plan at the time had worked and that the entire world had been sealed in ice.

But not even Wang Chong recalled any sort of cold wave engulfing the world in the Yellow Emperor’s time.

If they had succeeded, this mysterious building wouldn’t have existed, and they certainly wouldn’t have had the opportunity to go inside it.

Many unknown things had taken place here, and what they could conjecture from the information available to them differed greatly from the official history.

None of them said anything as they pensively and warily continued deeper.

A few moments later, after passing through the hall and entering the adjacent room, they discovered something new.

“How could this be? Isn’t this the Turkic language?”

Ozmish Khagan and Tiechi Bileli were both stunned.

They had been very surprised to see fallen experts from the Yellow Emperor’s era in these ruins, but since it hadn’t been related to them, they hadn’t considered it a big deal.

In the second hall, however, Ozmish Khagan and Tiechi Bileli were blown away.

Bones also littered the floor of this hall, and rusted armor could be seen amidst the skeletons.

This armor was extremely old and did not appear to be from the Central Plains. In fact, the crude style and color matched the armor used by the Eastern Turks.

Not only that, the ancient experts that had died here had also left some documents.

Ozmish Khagan and the others glanced at the words on the documents and found that they were somewhat similar to the script of the Turkic language.

Ozmish Khagan was almost sure that these had been left behind by a steppe civilization.

What Ozmish Khagan found most absurd was that the people of the steppe were extremely reliant on the Great Steppe, and they would never lightly leave their territory to head to a distant place like this.

And that wasn’t even considering that this place was eighteen hundred meters below the surface, deep in the sea.