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Right now, the surface of the sea was just like a gentle little girl, as if the rage from last night had never happened. If it weren't for the fact that there were still some broken pieces of wood floating on the surface of the sea, no one would have thought that the angry sea was so terrifying.

A fleet full of goods was slowly heading towards Black Rock City. The water on the deck of the ship had not dried yet, and the cargo was piled all over the place, some of it still dripping.

Everyone followed the captain's gaze and looked at the box in the corner. One of them pointed at it and asked.

"Captain, what's the use of gathering a bunch of books every time you go there? You can't eat them, you can't use them. "

"There's no helping it, my kid doesn't like anything else. He just likes to read those weird books. He's almost finished reading all the books in the clan, and has pestered me to gather some for him to bring back. "

The man called Captain looked helplessly at the large box in the cabin, which contained some books he had collected from an ancient country that had disappeared.

At least he has the hobby of reading books. Only by giving him more books would he be able to make him feel better. I just hope that he can live a normal life.

As they spoke, the sailors in the cabin all came out to take a breath of fresh air. They stood on the deck and watched the approaching Black Rock City with joy in their hearts. It was a flock of homecoming migratory birds.

At this moment, on the dock of the Black Rock City stood some workers who had received the news long ago and were ready to unload their cargo, as well as two rows of warriors wearing tight uniforms with swords and hammers embroidered on their chests. The two rows of warriors with broadswords on their backs stood on both sides of the dock, isolating it from the rest of the world.

The people on the pier all consciously moved far away from the area designated by the warriors. Their eyes were filled with deep fear when they looked at the Great Sword Warrior.

These two rows of warriors were here to protect the safety of the people and cargo of the incoming fleet. In the eyes of others, such an act was unnecessary. In the Black Rock City, no one would be stupid enough to touch the things belonging to the Yang family, and the cross pattern of the sword hammer represented the Yang family in the Black Rock City.

For the people of Black Rock City, there were two forces that they absolutely could not offend. One was the City Lord's Mansion, which represented the military and political power controlling Black Rock City by the royal family, and was the number one force in Black Rock City. The other was the Yang family, which possessed most of the mineral resources in the Black Rock Mountain Range.

In front of the two rows of warriors on the dock stood a deacon middle-aged man, he was one of the 18 deacons of the Yang family, Yang Zhongyang.

The eighteen deacons of the Yang family were in charge of the foreign businesses, and had the same status as the captains of the nine big caravans, they were second only to the patriarchs, elders, and stewards, and were powerful people in the family. They could be considered famous in the Black Rock City, but now, they seemed to be waiting for someone.

Standing on the shore, Yang Zhongyang gazed at the fleet that was gradually approaching from the distance. The gentle sea breeze blew the dust and dirt on top of his head, but when it reached his body, it was blown away by an invisible force, making it hard to get close to him.

Yang Zhongyang's imposing aura faintly suppressed the two rows of warriors behind him. One must know that in order to become a warrior of the Yang Family, one had to be at least at the advanced stage of the First Order, and to become a warrior of the Second Order, the squad leader had to be at least at the early Second Order.

These two rows of warriors were the two squad leaders of the Yang family. The two warriors standing at the back of Yang Zhongyang were the two squad leaders of the Yang family. For Yang Zhongyang to be able to suppress them in terms of aura, he had to be at least a Second Order warrior.

Yang Zhongyang was actually a master at the peak of the Second Order. To be able to achieve the position of Yang Family deacon, power and business ability were essential. The eighteen deacons of the Yang family were all business experts, and all of them were experts at the peak of the Second Order. In this world where the strong were respected, it was impossible to suppress the masses without a little strength.

In the Yang family, if the deacon could break through to the early Third Order and become the vice director of the Yang family, and if he could reach the intermediate Third Order, he could join the elder association and become a respected elder, standing at the top of the Yang family pyramid.

Someone who could make a deacon like Yang Zhongyang wait on the dock wouldn't be an ordinary person. According to the news, today was the day when the ninth caravan of the Yang family returned from the ocean.

The ninth caravan was responsible for the maritime trade between the Yang family and the Southern Ocean. They sold the iron equipment produced by the Yang family to the Southern Ocean and then bought and sold the special products of the Southern Ocean back to the Black Rock City. The profits were very high, but the risk was also very high.

Away from the mainland in the sea, violent winds, torrential rains, tsunamis, and marine life strike. No one knows what will happen in the next moment. This was the deal in which he hung his life by his waist.

Of course, the direct descendents of the Yang family wouldn't join such a heavily injured caravan. Generally, the middle and bottom level members who enter the Ocean Caravan are those who are forced by life or want to make a name for themselves, and there are also some who are foreigners recruited by the Yang Family. The upper echelons of the caravan were taken over by the trusted branch disciples of the family, and the higher-ups firmly held onto this high-profit caravan.

The cargo ship of the ninth caravan slowly leaned against the dock. The workers waiting on the docks moved quickly to pick up the boats and unload the cargo.

"Deacon Zhong Yang, I will have to trouble you to stay here and wait for us. Zhong Hai does not dare to say anything, hahaha!" The middle-aged man who called himself "Zhong Hai" was the first to walk down the ladder with a hearty laugh. He seemed to be the guy who was previously called "Captain" on the ship.

Yang Zhongyang welcomed them with a smile, "Captain Zhong Hai, the Ninth Merchant Group has travelled a great distance and has been through a great deal, it is only right that they are waiting for you. Let alone a mere deacon like Zhong Yang, even the head steward would have personally come to welcome you if not for the big day like the family martial arts exam."

As a deacon, Yang Zhongyang was an astute man, he was very tactful in handling matters, and told the caravan members that were walking down the stairs.

"Everyone, you've worked hard! Everyone, go home and rest first. At night, the family has prepared a feast for everyone. "

The members were all laughing merrily. That was no wonder. They had to keep their nerves taut when they were at sea. If they were a little bit distracted, they might lose their lives. They couldn't touch that wine, that would be tough for these elders.

Yang Zhonghai handed over the goods to Yang Zhongyang and brought his subordinates back to their respective homes. He had been out for more than a year and had been thinking hard about it.

… ….

"I'm back!" Yang Zhonghai shouted out loud as soon as he returned home.

Yang Bai, who was on the training grounds, heard Yang Zhonghai's voice and immediately ran towards the gate with Tongtong in his arms.

"Daddy is back, Tongtong misses you!" Just as he reached the door, Tongtong opened her small hands and pounced into Yang Zhonghai's arms as she acted like a spoiled child.

Yang Zhonghai lovingly stroked Tongtong's head and said: "Tongtong grew taller and heavier, hehe!"

"Uncle, you're back." Seeing Yang Zhonghai had returned, Yang Bai ran happily to Yang Zhonghai's side. While he was talking, his eyes were on the carriage behind Yang Zhonghai.

"Kid, you don't care about your uncle. You're just thinking about the book your uncle brought back. "Hahaha!"

The young man smiled in embarrassment, as if he was trying to hide something. "No, I'm just tired after coming all this way. I want to help you with something."

At this moment, a beautiful woman walked out of the door leisurely, "When you come back, you won't be proper. Don't tease Lil 'White. Little White, go ask Ah Fu to bring back the things that your uncle brought back into the house. "

"Alright!" Yang Bai rubbed his hands in excitement and ran into the house to call for help. Yang Zhonghai laughed and scolded him for his impatience.

… ….

Nightfall, moonlight like a veil, the night life in the city slowly appeared bustling and erosion, carts, lanterns, and wine.

In a certain house in the Yang family's courtyard, Yang Bai excitedly flipped through the new book he brought back. Soon, he completely entered into the world of books, as if he was intoxicated with it.

Yang Bai's reading speed was extremely fast. Within an hour, he had finished reading a few hundred pages of an ancient book. He closed the book, savored the contents of the book, and sighed as he looked out the window at the moonlight.

"A hundred bugs gather in one jar, fighting to eat it. In the end, there will be one, called Gu … The ancient altar and the chanting shaman language meant that the gods were singing... What kind of world was this? Sigh! The outside world is really magical. If there's a chance, I will definitely go out and take a look. "

The youth's gaze pierced through the moonlight and he gazed at the distant world. His mind wandered between the heaven and earth. The tiny baby eagle already had the ambition to spread its wings and soar high into the sky.

Unknowingly, Yang Bai closed his eyes and fell asleep. The ancient book in his hand floated above Yang Bai's head. Mo Ming ignited and turned into a bewitching red light as he entered Yang Bai's mind.

A voice sounded in Yang Bai's mind, and his eyebrows furrowed in his sleep, revealing an expression of pain.

"In the year 5000 of the Primordial Era, I, the mighty Star Lord Shi Xingyan, have reached the level of mastery in astrology. Through all the signs of the ancient books, I have always believed that mankind has more than five thousand years of civilization. There were legends even further back than the prehistoric era. Why was the history of civilization only five thousand years old? What on earth caused the history of mankind to be broken five thousand years ago? To explore this secret, today I will use my strongest astrological divination to explore the unknown mysteries of human prehistory.

Looking back along the vast river of history, why are the veins of prehistory so blurred? Even if I did my best, it was still hazy, as if I was cut off by an extremely powerful force. What had happened in the prehistoric period?

I seem to have seen a sliver of the truth. "AHH!" Why did I receive a message from the ancient era? Who sent me the message in isolation? What was an ancient JI? A small reincarnation after ten thousand years, a great reincarnation after ten million years. Humanity would suffer a great calamity after a thousand years.

Who is it? Who was in charge of all this?

… ….

I was going to die, and this divination had drained my life. I understand, I am only a messenger. I am the messenger chosen by the supreme experts of the ancient times. Five thousand years from now, the person chosen by the heaven will be born. I hope that you can save that calamity that you have never experienced before. "