Above The Sky
Chapter 336 - 336 311 Father's Bones 5000 13_3

336: Chapter 311 Father’s Bones (5000, 1/3)_3 336: Chapter 311 Father’s Bones (5000, 1/3)_3 This door was made from a peculiar crystal, designed with an artistic flair, crowned with seven crystal lamps in the pattern of stars at the top, swirling with vortex-like light, among which inscriptions were operating.

“Purified Air, Temperature Control, Germ Removal, Odor Removal, Mental Stimulation, Image Recording, and Illumination.”

Ian murmured to himself, recognizing that these seven crystal lamps were inscription devices made by the pre-Era civilization, used to provide services to all that passed through the door.

It had to be said that this was extremely comprehensive; when the door was operating at full capacity, with the gentle glow of crystal haloes, it simply resembled the gateway to the Heavenly Kingdom.

By stepping through it, one would feel instantly invigorated, free from unwanted odors, entering an underground base with perfectly temperate conditions.

This was still the final checkpoint the Redwood People retreated to after losing all their technology and being forced to vacate their settlement, yet such services remained.

The Great Elder might have been wrong about everything else, but there was one thing he got right, and that was that living within the Redwood Base, compared to struggling and toiling on the surface, was undoubtedly countless times more comfortable…

No wonder no one was willing to join him on the surface.

Not to mention, the tropical climate of South Ridge along with a variety of poisonous insects, compared to the air-conditioned comforts inside the Redwood Base, there’s simply no need to describe; anyone would know what to choose.

Of course, the matter of the insects inside the base being much fiercer than mosquitoes needs a separate discussion.

“It appears that this door is thoroughly sealed, a key is needed to open it.”

As Ian studied the crystal lamps on the door, Master Gossay was examining the crystal door that stood over five meters tall.

He knocked on the door, surprised, “This is not an ordinary door—this is a Four-Proof door, with four layers of structure that can isolate radiation, biohazards, Spirit Energy and temperature fluctuations…”

“Its outermost layer is an artificially perfect crystal, extremely robust, and infused with Morien Steel, capable of self-repair, whilst the interior…

actually uses a fine gold alloy?!”

Master Gossay was still in awe, even he had never thought about using fine gold to make doors—not even low-concentration alloys.

This kind of practice wasn’t necessarily using materials to their maximum utility, but at the very least it was a wasteful extravaganza.

“Could the pre-Era civilization have mastered the technology to make artificial fine gold?” he wondered.

Meanwhile, Ian stepped forward and observed for a while before saying, “Now, as the Labyrinth Master, I can open this door.”

Of course, this had nothing to do with any accomplishment of being the Labyrinth Master, but rather it was because Ian held the highest authority—the Redwood People of those days could not open the door sealed by the highest command without the Four Keys, but of course, no one knew this, so he could easily attribute all matters to the Labyrinth Master.

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Humming…

Dust fell from the top of the door, like petals unfurling, or sawteeth retracting one by one; the four-layered door, with its interlocking structure, slowly opened, like a behemoth parting its tightly shut mouth that had been closed for a thousand years.

Instantly, a fresh sea breeze came through.

“Wow, this smell…”

At that moment, Yisen Gard couldn’t help but sigh—though the Redwood Base was well-ventilated, it couldn’t compare to the air of the natural world.

Even Ian took a deep breath; although they were at a certain distance from the sea level and the wind was quite cold and damp, it carried a refreshing zest full of vitality, uplifting the spirit immensely.

—Indeed, they had left behind the ruins…

and arrived at the real outside world.

“Let’s go, there’s no danger.”

Having scanned with Spirit Energy, Ian felt it was actually unnecessary, after all, the White Mist Bishop was right beside him.

Although the elder did not speak, Ian knew that should danger arise or they encounter a trap, he would certainly step in to help.

He took the lead in walking out of the gates of Redwood Base.

Then, he arrived at another ‘Holy Ground’ of the Natives.

The exit of the gates of Redwood Base opened into a fairly bright cavity, studded with many pieces of fluorite, which made it unnecessary to light any lamps to have bright light.

In the glow of the soft yellow fluorite light, one could see that on both sides of the cavity outside the gate were numerous sacrificial altars and totem murals, and at the center of these altars was a figure in a radiation suit—up until just a moment ago, Ian had not understood why the Natives chose such figures as objects of worship.

But recalling the conversation of those two figures, Ian had an epiphany, “If the initial figure was merely a ‘hint,’ signaling that they were ‘custodians of the ruins’.”

“Then the subsequent figures had real commemorative significance—the figures wearing protective suits actually represented the ancestors of the Redwood Natives.”

“Those who once lived in Redwood Base, who flourished and maintained the entire base, they are a symbol of these people!”

Representing…

the true Redwood People, not the ‘Redwood Natives.’

This Holy Ground was clearly set up in later times by the Redwood Natives at their zenith, returning to ‘their homeland’ to worship their ancestors.

They did not collect the Four Keys and could not open this great gate, but they never intended to go back, for surely the ancestors had left them with legends of parasites and demons.

The figure at the center of the Holy Ground had a different posture from the other figures; in his right hand, there used to be something he held, receiving everyone’s sacrificial rite, but in later times, it was taken by someone.

“Ian, look, there seem to be some peculiar corpses here?”

Yisen Gard walked a few steps forward; he initially just wanted to see from where the wind was blowing but ended up seeing a rudimentary campfire near the Natives’ altars.

And surrounding the camp were several bodies clad in Armored Clothing and familiar uniforms, which puzzled him, “These clothes and accessories…

I think I’ve seen them at Uncle Ailes’…”

“Huh?”

Hearing these words, for some reason, Ian felt a strange emotion suddenly surge within him.

He turned around and slowly walked towards where Yisen Gard stood.

The White Folks youth passed the blond lad, his gaze fixed on the rows of skeletons in front of the other, recognizing the familiar Armored Clothing and fabric of the figures.

“This is the armor and uniform of the Harrison Port Guard Squad…

from the first great storm that disappeared fourteen years ago.”

As Ian murmured to himself, he lowered his gaze, swept over all the skeletons before him, and his eyes could not help but flicker, “Could it be…”

Yisen Gard sensed something was amiss with Ian, but before he could express his concern, the youth stopped in front of a skeleton.

Then he bent down and uttered a word that shocked Yisen Gard to the core, leaving him rooted to the spot.

“Father…”

Ian stared at the skeleton in front of him and then gently extended his hand to touch the armor and the bones behind it, “Indeed.”

“You are here.”