บท 1747: 1949
**Chapter 1949: Excuse Me, Are You a Celestial Sovereign?**
The Starry Sky Spirit Race was worshipping the Human Race.
This discovery shocked Lin Moyu.
From the information he had previously obtained, the Four Great Source Races were considered equals.
There might be differences in strength, but there was no notion of one being nobler than the others.
However, the scene before him shattered Lin Moyu's understanding.
Combining this with what Senior Red Star had said, Lin Moyu could fully confirm that even after leaving the ancient era, the Human Race remained a noble existence.
In ancient times, the Human Race stood out, ruling this world.
Even after the ancient era, it remained so.
It was only in the present time that the status of the Human Race had declined.
Lin Moyu landed in front of the central statue, carefully examining it.
The statue was lifelike, with bright light shining on it, making it glow with a noble aura that was hard to describe.
It wore an ancient robe, which fluttered in the wind, exuding both nobility and majesty.
Especially its eyes, which gave Lin Moyu the illusion of looking down on all beings.
It made him feel incredibly small in its presence.
The statue had a strong impact on Lin Moyu, who almost immediately concluded that it was neither a Saint Sovereign nor a Supreme but a Celestial Sovereign.
The term "Celestial Sovereign" was something he had heard from Red Star.
In the great war of that time, those in the Other Shore realm were cannon fodder, Saint Sovereigns were the main force, Supremes were the high-end combat power, and Celestial Sovereigns were the ultimate combat power.
Celestial Sovereigns were the strongest force at that time, and the Human Race could contend with the Black Blood Great World because of the existence of Celestial Sovereigns.
The Human Race once had several Celestial Sovereigns, and with their power, the Human Race had a chance to counterattack the Black Blood Great World.
If it weren't for the subsequent rebellions of various races dragging down the Human Race, the Black Blood Great World might no longer exist.
Lin Moyu didn't know if his judgment was correct, but the huge statue before him indeed gave him this feeling.
"What kind of existence is a Celestial Sovereign?"
"In Senior Red Star's words, Celestial Sovereigns are unfathomable, indescribable, and unimaginable."
"But even so, Celestial Sovereigns eventually died..."
Thinking of this, Lin Moyu suddenly realized a problem.
Black Stone Supreme had said that he didn't believe all his comrades had died.
He believed that perhaps on the Divine Path, those old comrades were still fighting.
He had also entrusted Lin Moyu to see if he could rebuild the Divine Path and go see for him if he had the chance.
"Senior Red Star withdrew from the battle early and didn't know much about what happened later."
"But Black Stone Supreme participated in more battles and knew more."
"Supremes are hard to kill, and Celestial Sovereigns must be even harder to kill. Perhaps, as Black Stone Supreme said, they are still fighting."
Lin Moyu pondered as he landed in front of the statue.
In front of the statue was an altar-like structure, recessed inward to form a large square pit.
The architectural style of the altar was completely different from the current era, belonging to the ancient period.
The materials used to build the altar were the same as those Lin Moyu had seen in the mysterious manor.
They were made of ancient symbols, incredibly sturdy.
Looking into the altar, there was nothing inside except for a thick layer of dust.
In this independent space, there was no dust.
The dust in the altar was clearly placed there before.
Lin Moyu guessed that some kind of ceremony might have been held here.
"It should be some kind of worship ceremony."
"The object of worship is this suspected Celestial Sovereign."
Lin Moyu looked at the statue and performed a Human Race salute.
From ancient times to the present, the etiquette of the Human Race seemed to have remained largely unchanged.
No matter what, this was a sage of the Human Race, and necessary etiquette was required, Lin Moyu thought.
Just after Lin Moyu saluted, the statue suddenly vibrated slightly.
"Hmm?"
Lin Moyu was slightly stunned, feeling a weak soul fluctuation from the statue.
Immediately, the statue's eyes shot out a beam of light, forming an illusory image in front of Lin Moyu.
"A recorded image."
Lin Moyu immediately recognized it as a recorded image from ancient times.
The statue's eyes were like recording stones, capable of recording past events.
In the image, a large number of Starry Sky Spirit Race people were bowing to the statue.
They were extremely devout, continuously performing grand salutes.
This scene was very similar to the statue he saw now.
In the image, they slaughtered a giant star beast, dismembered it, and threw it into the pit for a blood sacrifice.
The statue emitted light, enveloping the Starry Sky Spirit Race people.
They bathed in the light, becoming more excited and bowing even more fervently.
Lin Moyu guessed that they must have gained some benefits from the light.
Then the image froze, and a figure walked out of it.
The figure was illusory and blurry, but Lin Moyu immediately recognized that it was identical to the central statue before him.
Lin Moyu's heart stirred, and he immediately saluted, "Lin Moyu of the Human Race greets Senior."
The figure looked at Lin Moyu with a smile, "Young man, not bad, your foundation is very solid."
Lin Moyu humbly replied, "Senior flatters me."
The figure chuckled, "I never exaggerate. Even in my time, your foundation would be top-notch."
"It seems that even though we old guys are gone, the Human Race is still thriving."
Lin Moyu's expression changed slightly. Was the Human Race still thriving? Following his words, Lin Moyu instantly thought of the disasters the Human Race had suffered.
His subtle expression was noticed by the figure, who sighed, "It seems the Human Race has also suffered. Cause and effect, rise and fall, ups and downs are all normal."
"My time is limited, so I won't ask about the past of the Human Race. It's meaningless."
"Since you can come here, it means we are fated. I will give you this item, hoping you can use it well."
As he spoke, the statue's chest cracked open, and a colorful crystal flew out, landing in Lin Moyu's hand.
The figure continued, "This item may be useful or useless. You can decide what to do with it."
From his tone, it seemed like he was giving away something insignificant.
But for it to be preserved for so many years, this item should be extraordinary. The statement seemed contradictory.
Lin Moyu didn't check what it was but asked, "Excuse me, Senior, are you a Celestial Sovereign?"
"Celestial Sovereign... I guess so. But what is celestial, and what is sovereign... Am I really a Celestial Sovereign?"
"The sky we see, is it really the sky?"
The figure's voice gradually weakened, as if questioning something, or perhaps mocking himself.
His voice grew fainter and eventually disappeared along with his projection.
Lin Moyu was left with some confusion. The senior seemed to have said something, but it also felt like he said nothing.
The colorful crystal in his hand was somewhat similar to the Heavenly Spirit Crystals, but its use was unknown.
Lin Moyu let his soul flow into the colorful crystal, leaving his mark on it to recognize it.
The colorful crystal immediately turned into a rainbow, drilling into his forehead, and the next second, it appeared in his soul world.
It became a small colorful sword, appearing beside his soul, and Lin Moyu received its information.
**[Heavenly Spirit Sword: Can kill all Starry Sky Spirit Race people, regardless of their realm or strength, one slash will kill!]**
Then a majestic voice sounded.
"I took the ancestral blood of the Starry Sky Spirit Race, fused it with the essence of the Human Race, and created the Starry Sky Spirit Race for my use."
"When the great war begins, the Starry Sky Spirit Race must go to battle. The Heavenly Spirit Sword will control them. If they disobey, they will be killed!"
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