Chapter 846 The Son of the Chief of the Huang Clan? Forced Memory Modification

"Junior Brother Ci, Brother Zhong, how credible do you think his words are?"

Bai Ye communicated with Ci Song and Zhong Chang through voice transmission.

"I dare not jump to conclusions." Ci Song frowned slightly and replied through voice transmission.

Zhong Chang also put forward his own opinion, "If the facts are really as this person said, doesn't it mean that we are the perpetrators? Tianyuan has a long history, and the inheritance of historical books has never been interrupted. Why have we never seen this in the classics of Tianyuan Continent?"

"I'm afraid there is another hidden story."

The three of them remained silent at this moment. "Three, can I leave now?" The Ninth Huang Jue looked at the silent Ci Song and the other two and asked carefully. "Want to leave?"

Ci Song came back to his senses, looked at the Ninth Huang Jue, and spoke again: "You actually know so many secrets, I think your status in the Huang Clan is not ordinary, tell me your identity and origin."

"I, I am the son of the current Huang Clan leader." The Ninth Huang Jue looked at Ci Song and answered with a stiff face.

"The son of the chief of the Huang clan?"

Hearing this, a trace of shock flashed across the faces of Ci Song and the other two. Although the three of them guessed that the status of the Ninth Huang Jue was not low, they did not expect that he was actually the son of the chief. Then the origin of the mark in his body could be explained.

"I really didn't expect that I would grab a hot potato with just a casual grab."

Ci Song smiled and shook his head. If it were before, he really had no way to deal with the Ninth Huang Jue. He couldn't kill him or let him go.

After all, the Ninth Huang Jue was the son of the chief of the Huang clan. If he let him go, he would definitely be hated, which would undoubtedly cause endless troubles. But if he was killed, the Huang clan would probably retaliate crazily and trigger a bigger war.

But fortunately, now that he has obtained the Mirage Dragon Pearl, he can now use the talent in it at will to create the Mirage Dragon illusion.

Seeing Ci Song's right hand exert a little force, the force that pinched his neck was like an iron clamp, which made the Ninth Huang Jue startled and looked at Ci Song involuntarily.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and Ci Song's eyes had turned into a deep purple, as if containing endless stars and oceans.

At this moment, the air around them seemed to solidify, and an invisible pressure emanated from Ci Song, making it difficult for the Ninth Huang Jue to breathe.

The figure of Ci Song in front of him was constantly changing, sometimes becoming extremely tall, and sometimes becoming ethereal.

Finally, Ci Song's figure was fixed on the form of a ten-thousand-foot mirage dragon. The mirage dragon was entrenched between heaven and earth, with an endless body, emitting a terrifying dragon power that was so suffocating. Its eyes flashed with purple light.

"Is this... a mirage dragon?"

The Ninth Huang Jue's heart was in turmoil. As a member of the Huang clan, he had a fear and awe of the mirage dragon engraved in his blood. Back then, the mirage dragon personally killed the Huang God of their Huang clan, and the bloody scenes are still vivid.

Suddenly, the mirage dragon opened its huge mouth and exhaled a thick mirage. The mirage instantly enveloped the Ninth Desolate, making him feel dizzy. Then, he fell into an illusion.

In the illusion, the Ninth Desolate only felt that he was trapped in a chaotic ocean. There was a vast fog all around, and he couldn't see anything clearly. His consciousness was gradually dissipating, and his memory of the encounter with Ci Song and the other two was gradually becoming blurred.

In this illusion, time seemed to have lost its meaning. A moment in reality seemed to have lasted for several years in the Ninth Desolate's feeling. He kept struggling and lost in this chaotic ocean...

In reality, the Ninth Desolate had completely fallen into a coma. His eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, as if he had lost all his vitality and energy.

Ci Song looked at the Ninth Desolate in front of him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He used the talent in his body and sent the Ninth Desolate directly into the ground.

"He has completely lost all memories related to us, and only remembers himself."

Ci Song looked at the Ninth Desolate who was buried in the ground, leaving only a pair of hands, and said to Bai Ye and Zhong Chang.

"That's very good."

Bai Ye nodded slightly, indicating his approval of Ci Song's handling method. Zhong Chang also nodded, without saying much.

"Next, should we continue to go to the Confucius Stele, or..." Ci Song pondered for a moment and asked the two.

"I think we should go to the Confucius Stele first."

Bai Ye pondered for a moment and slowly said, "After all, the Confucius Stele is the real purpose of our trip. I just didn't expect that we would encounter such a thing on this trip."

"Brother Bai is right. The Confucius Stele is indeed the real purpose of our trip."

Zhong Chang also echoed: "As for the matter of the Huang people, although it was beyond our expectations, it is not a bad thing for us. At least it allows us to know more about the Huang people."

"After all, Junior Brother Ci can create a mirage illusion to hide our breath. I also want to see what it looks like for foreign races to worship Confucius." "In that case, let's continue to the Confucius Stele."

Ci Song made a decision immediately after hearing this.

The three of them did not delay any longer. With a flash of their bodies, they turned into three streams of light and flew towards the direction of the Confucius Stele.

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The Confucius Monument is located between the 133rd and 134th passes of Tianguan. Tianguan has no record of the origin of this stele. It seems that this stele has been standing here since it was recorded. , everlasting.

The stone stele is more than a hundred feet high and about thirty feet wide. The surface of the stele is as smooth as a mirror, exuding a faint Confucian and Taoist atmosphere. There are densely written words engraved on the stele.

Every line contains the ultimate principles of Confucianism and Taoism, and every word is engraved with the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of alien creatures have gathered in front of the stone tablet. These alien creatures have different shapes, some have wings on their backs, some have horns on their heads, some are a hundred feet tall, and some are less than one meter tall.

But at this moment, they all looked respectful and looked at the stone tablet devoutly, as if they had seen some supreme existence.

"There are so many alien creatures. It's unbelievable that there are so many alien creatures gathered in this heavenly gate."

At this moment, the three people from Ci and Song had already arrived near the Confucius Monument and hid their figures. But when they saw the scene in front of them, their faces showed shock.

"Their devout worship of the Confucius Monument is no worse than our Tianyuan people." Zhong Qi also said with emotion.

"The way of Saint Confucius can be taught without distinction. Regardless of human race or foreign race, Saint Confucius can treat everyone equally."

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