Chapter 293 The Tower of Heaven is Really Killing Us
Thousands of years ago, there was no industrial pollution. When night fell, stars in the sky were like gems set on black cloth.
Lin Luoran is in a relatively clean and tidy room in a group of low houses made of mud. She looks outside the window and sees an oasis in the earth-yellow city with so many mud houses under the stars. A higher wall encircles a higher land in the city. That is the palace of the Neo-Babylonian Empire.
“Do you mean that the test behind the gate we entered is a restoration of real scenes in the Neo-Babylonian Empire, 600 BC?”
Lin Luoran caresses the asleep cyan little fox. Stars are s.h.i.+ning. Goldie stands at the window and looks into the distance with a lot of confusion in his eyes.
Yang Lisha paces in the room, “We are brought back to the Neo-Babylonian Empire around 600 BC by the Tower of Heaven. In a more popular term of human beings, we pa.s.sed through time to the past.”
Lin Luoran refutes immediately, “No matter how powerful is the Tower of Heaven, it can only do s.p.a.ce jump and interstellar transmission.”
Yang Lisha spreads a piece of thin silk on the stone bed and sits down, “I’m afraid I have to give you a lesson on physics. It is said in Nature, Wenzi that the universe consists of all the histories and places ever exist. The combination of time, s.p.a.ce, substances and energy forms the universe. Time and s.p.a.ce have always been inseparable. Since the interstellar transmission circle can transmit cultivators through the vast universe, it is possible for it to send us back to 600 BC.”
It’s shameful to be taught by a monster. Lin Luoran touches the mud wall in front of her. The uneven wall leaves damp mud that feels so real on her fingertips.
“I heard you called this test the restoration of real scenes. Have you taken this test before?”
Yang Lisha nods, “The so-called test is just the Tower of Heaven’s evaluation of whether the person entering the tower has abilities to pa.s.s through the interstellar transmission circle. I took the test once before and was brought back to the golden era of Huaxia’s Tang Dynasty. So, this restoration of real scenes is supposed to be chosen according to your personal abilities.”
According to my personal abilities? How can it be possible? Lin Luoran doesn’t even get a clue of Yang Lisha’s abilities. She definitely pa.s.ses the middle level of Laying Foundation. Even the crazy Taoist whom Lin Luoran thinks has extremely high abilities has to escape under the cover of closed-door training after stealing Reiki materials from her. Thinking of these, Lin Luoran takes a deep breath.
“Do you mean that people coming into the tower will not encounter the same test twice?”
Yang Lisha nods. Since she has already returned to the Tang Dynasty, of course, she will never be given the same restoration of real scenes again, which means that the city of Babylon they are in only shows up because of Lin Luoran.
Yang Lisha stares at her suspiciously, “Honestly, I’m more curious than you to know why the Tower of Heaven chose you as the main person to complete the test and bring us back here.”
Lin Luoran doesn’t know what to say. She guesses that it is because of the pearl she wears on her hand, but how can she tell Yang Lisha a reason like this? She can only change the subject casually, “Wait, back to the restoration of real scenes you just said. Is it because you once lived in the prosperous Tang Dynasty that you were brought back to that era? Why are we brought back to the Neo-Babylonian Empire? Don’t say it’s me. I am afraid that even the ancestors of the Lins who lived hundreds of years ago hadn’t been to Babylon. After all, this is the Mesopotamian plain in West Asia.”
In 600 BC, Huaxia was still in the Spring and Autumn Period. Even if the ancestors of the Lins lost their minds, they could not walk to West Asia.
Yang Lisha has never laughed since she comes here. Of course, Lin Lisha hasn’t seen her dimples either. “The Tower of Heaven brought us back here is surly because of your will.”
Her words almost make Lin Luoran faint. Because of her will?
She did look up at the starry sky in front of the tower and question the historical mysteries. The huge shadow of truth made her flinch, and she didn’t dare to think more about it. Is it because she was such a coward at that time that the Tower of Heaven brings her back to the era she thought about to solve the mysteries herself?
Lin Luoran wants to cry, but she doesn’t have any tears. She feels worried now, like Yang Lisha.
Something in the burning oil lamp makes the light look like ghost fire. Lin Luoran is about to make the room brighter with a Fire Ball spell when a woman with an Arabic accent comes in.
The woman sounds a bit scared, but she says a lot. Lin Luoran hears something about “oracles” and “food”. Does she come to send them food? Lin Luoran thinks for a long time with her brain comparable to a CPU and finally finds a word in Arabic that means “put down”. She twists her tongue a few times and says the word to the woman. She seems to understand Lin Luoran’s word and puts the food at the doorstep.
Lin Luoran listens to her footsteps and walks out of the stone gate after she goes away. She only sees the back of a young girl wearing linen clothes and silver earrings. Her olive skin makes her look very healthy.
Unlike this humble mud house, both the s.h.i.+ny surface and how it feels in hand make Lin Luoran realizes the tray put on the ground is made of real gold. Maybe not pure, but it is definitely gold.
On the tray, there are two pieces of roasted wheat cake giving out a mouth-watering scent, a plate of washed dates and some deserts even Lin Luoran can’t resist. There is also a silver bottle. Lin Luoran smells inside and finds out it is beer.
These seem to be the dinner they prepare for them, which is more than enough for Lin Luoran and Yang Lisha. Lin Luoran is surprised that they have home-made beer in the Neo-Babylonian Empire. She also wonders why there is no meat. It seems that those people mistakenly regard them as someone in authority, but why don’t they bring meat for people whom they need to pay respect to?
Yang Lisha doesn’t even look at the food while Lin Luoran takes a bite of the wheat cake made from natural ingredients. It doesn’t taste as good as those made from wheat grown in her s.p.a.ce, but it is done to a turn. Although the beer looks cloudy, the taste of it is pure. Eating the wheat cake with the bear is definitely a unique experience in Lin Luoran’s life.
She is half full, but Goldie doesn’t eat anything without meat. They are now in an unfamiliar empire that existed two thousand years ago. It might be dangerous. Lin Luoran doesn’t dare to let Goldie out to find himself some food. She doesn’t dare to take the fresh raw meat in her s.p.a.ce out either. On the other hand, the cyan little fox takes note of the situation and jumps up to the table with the plate of dates in hands.
In the sound of the cyan little fox eating dates, Lin Luoran hears a conversation in a whisper. She listens carefully and only understands some keywords.
“North of the Temple of Marduk”, “sacrifice”, “conferring”, “oracles”, “kind”, “fake one”, Lin Luoran becomes a simultaneous interpreter. Yang Lisha stands up after listening to what she says.
“You screwed up.”
“What did I screw up?” Lin Luoran doesn’t understand.
“I’m afraid they respect us so much because they mistake us as oracles. They may be suspecting you because you were kind to that female slave. We need to leave this place as soon as possible.” Yang Lisha stands up and carefully collects the silk she put on the bed.
Lin Luoran is not surprised that those people think they are oracles. She and Yang Lisha both wear simple robes to hide from the sandstorm in Iraq. The robes are made of natural silk and similar to the clothes Iraqi women wear now. Even if they had the skills to make robes like theirs in the Neo-Babylonian Empire, such clothes would represent distinguished ident.i.ties.
Being suspected because she is too kind? Lin Luoran suddenly remembers the day when she first met White Fairy in the abyss. All the troubles were caused by White Fairy’s att.i.tude to her. Even people who hunt wild gooses all day get bitten in the eye by them sometimes. Lin Luoran realizes that if they were real oracles, they should be more arrogant than how White Fairy of Gathering Vitality treated her when she was a junior cultivator of early Training Qi. Whoops!
“Even if they know we are fake, we don’t have to run, do we?” Lin Luoran feels surprised. After all, they are just ordinary people.
Yang Lisha sneers, “I’m afraid you haven’t checked your body……”
Body? Reiki taken away by the crystal ball recovers slowly while torches are lit in the yard. The crowd is clamoring to come and catch the two fake oracles. Lin Luoran frowns and automatically wants to use the Fire Ball spell, but Reiki in her body does not react…… Everyone else who pa.s.ses through time to the past gets their own superpower while she is the only one who is deprived of it.
The Tower of Heaven is killing her.