(this chapter is the key chapter of the book. I hope readers will not miss the details)


    Manda came to the poet''s room. The poet was the same as before. There seemed to be no change except that his beard grew a lot.


    After taking over the gold skeleton balance, the poet did not use it rashly like guatel, but carefully studied the structure of the balance.


    After three days of research, nothing was found.


    Then he began to study the material of the balance. Three days later, he still got nothing.


    Then he prayed to Hephaestus. Three days later, he received the oracle and was scolded by the God of fire to doubt life, but he still didn''t get anything.


    On the tenth day, there was nothing to do. The poet put a piece of bread on the tray of the balance, and finally changed.


    All his previous efforts were ridiculed by guatel for a long time.


    Today, he made the same demonstration in front of Manda. He put the bread on the tray on the right and waited for a moment. A magical scene appeared.


    The right palm bone began to move slowly and held the bread.


    The cross bar of the balance tilts to the right under the action of gravity.


    Tilt to a certain extent and start to tilt to the left again.


    The cross bar is like a seesaw, its two ends fluctuate alternately, and the golden bones make a crisp collision sound.


    Kali, Kali, Kali


    The fluctuation became smaller and smaller, and the balance returned to balance.


    The bread in the palm of the right hand gradually disappeared, and a yellowish smoke rose from the tray on the left.


    The smoke got into her nostrils and Manda shivered.


    The poet asked, "what do you smell?"


    Manda thought for a long time and said, "there is the smell of soil, the smell of fire, and..."


    The poet said, "is it the smell of some divine power? Just like the unique smell on divine objects and divine blood stones..."


    Gods and blood stones? Different gods and blood stones have different smells!


    The poet seemed to know that Manda would have such a doubt. He took out two God blood stones and handed Manda one first: "this is the God blood stone of Optimus. You can smell it first. It smells of sweat and dust."


    He handed Manda a divine blood stone: "this is the divine blood stone of Zeus. It smells of rain and gold."


    Sweat and dust do smell. Rain smells earthy. Does gold smell?


    Manda remembers that the poet is not so sensitive to smell. Is he stunned?


    The poet looked at Manda with expectation: "you smell it carefully. Your smell is so sensitive that you can smell it. Their smells are different, but there are many similarities."


    Manda smelled the two divine blood stones several times, and the expression on her face changed complex.


    Disdain and helplessness disappeared, replaced by surprise and sigh.


    The poet is right. Different God blood stones do have a common smell, but he hasn''t noticed it.


    How do you describe this smell?


    Dirt? Dust? Flame? Rust?


    It seems to be a strange smell, and it seems that all the smells are mixed together.


    Manda was still in a daze. The poet took back the two God blood stones and put the God blood stone of Optimus in the tray on the right of the balance.


    The phalanges moved and slowly grasped the divine blood stone.


    The crossbar of the balance fluctuated again, and the crisp bone impact sounded again.


    When the balance recovered, the divine blood stone disappeared, and a drop of red liquid was suspended above the tray on the left.


    "What is this?" said Manda in horror. "Is it the blood of the gods?"


    The poet shook his head and carefully held the drop of liquid with his palm.


    "You''re right, not all right. I''ve been promoted four times since I entered the rank. I know the smell of God of fire''s blood. His blood has the smell of fire. I''ve also seen the promotion of other believers. Ares''s blood has the smell of iron, Aphrodite''s blood has the special smell, and kalke''s blood has the smell of herbs. The blood of each God has different characteristics Breath. "


    Manda rubbed his temples and thought for a long time. He didn''t remember the smell of Hermes''s blood. The process of promotion was both excited and nervous. He didn''t pay attention to this detail.


    The poet stared at the drop of bright red blood and said excitedly, "the breath of divine blood is roughly the same as that of divine blood stone, but what''s the smell of this drop of blood?"


    Manda came up and smelled. The drop of blood had been suspended in the poet''s palm. Manda was really worried that she would suck the drop of blood into her nose if she tried too hard.


    He smelled it carefully for a long time and couldn''t help but be shocked.


    This drop of blood has the smell just now, the indescribable smell, the smell mixed with all the smells, but the original smell of rain and dust is gone.


    "If you smell it carefully, is it the same as the pure God blood stone?"


    Are they exactly alike?


    What''s the taste of pure God blood stone? I haven''t noticed before.


    Manda took out a pure God blood stone from the Dragon Island and smelled it.


    It tastes as like as two peas.


    Manda wanted to verify it carefully. He put his nose to the drop of blood. The poet''s palm suddenly rose, and the drop of blood went into Manda''s nostrils.


    "Are you crazy?" Manda jumped up.


    I''m really afraid of what comes. Manda blows hard through her nostrils, but that drop of blood just can''t come out. It seems to have melted into Manda''s blood.


    Manda was furious: "what are you doing? Do you know what this is? Do you want to kill me?"


    The poet pressed down his palm and slowly explained, "master, please calm down. I will never harm you. I have transformed dozens of divine blood stones with this balance, and the transformed blood has been swallowed by me. I am also worried about danger, but in fact, not only is there no danger, but my strength has been greatly improved,


    Like pure divine blood stone, this drop of blood can accelerate the speed of cultivation without causing loss. I don''t think it is possible to continue to promote in this life. But after swallowing divine blood dozens of times, I found that the fourth level of cultivation has been completed, and I have the conditions to promote to the fifth level. This balance can convert divine blood stone into pure divine blood. You know what this means Do you have anything? "


    What does that mean? Manda can''t think of it. He can''t calm himself down.


    I just inhaled an unidentified object. How do you calm down?


    Isn''t it poisonous? Won''t you go crazy? Won''t you change your divinity? Won''t you get lost?


    Guatel is right. The poet has changed a lot. He dares to do this to Manda! Manda can''t recognize him anymore.


    Manda jumped up and down the room until her clothes were soaked with sweat before she found a chair and made it down.


    There is a heat flow surging in the body, which is really the feeling of eating pure God blood stone.


    The poet''s inference is correct. This is a drop of pure divine blood.


    But why did the God blood stone become pure God blood? Why does bread turn into yellow smoke?


    What is the function of this balance?


    The poet said, "at first, I didn''t notice these trivial things. In the process of swallowing God''s blood, I found these details. My mind became clearer and clearer, so clear that I could sort out all the details. I found that this balance would turn all the items into their original appearance."


    "The first look?" Manda said, picking up the remaining piece of bread. "Is the first look of bread a mass of yellow smoke? The first look of bread is obviously wheat!"


    "Wheat is not the original appearance. What is more primitive than wheat?"


    "More primitive than wheat... Wheat seed? Isn''t that still wheat?"


    "It''s not the primitive you imagine, it''s the primitive of everything!" the poet said excitedly, "Remember the book with only pictures you saw for Kunta? On the first page, there are two groups of breath, earthy yellow and blue, three black balls and a red ball. This is the beginning of the whole world. Earthy yellow is the most primitive appearance of bread. Flour, wheat, all plants and animals are transformed from the most primitive breath."


    Manda recalled the picture and somehow understood the poet''s meaning.


    The most primitive appearance can be traced back to the beginning of chaos.


    The first picture in that book should tell the beginning of chaos.


    The poet said by saying: "In the most primitive world, there are only breath, darkness and blood. This balance turns everything into the most primitive appearance. Bread finally turns into breath, but blood is still blood. Blood is the red ball. Blood flows on the gods, with different divinity, so there are different breath. When it is restored to the most primitive appearance, it will become the purest blood 。”


    Manda tightly covered his eyebrows, and the explosive information made his skull torn.


    "Did you think of all this?" Manda thought the poet was more strange.


    "Of course not," the poet shook his head. "I don''t have that kind of wisdom. I was crazy and crazy about it. One night, I found myself exploring the knowledge that ordinary people shouldn''t explore. My thoughts began to get out of control and finally chose to commit suicide."


    Manda stepped back a few steps.


    What does it mean that the poet chose to commit suicide? Is it that


    The poet waved his hand and said, "don''t get me wrong. I''m still alive. Kunta saved me. He came to bring me wine and grabbed the knife in my hand."


    While talking, the poet opened his clothes and exposed the scabby wound on his chest.


    "If I stabbed deeper, you might never see me again."


    Manda shook her head and said, "it''s impossible. Kunta can''t stop you at all. He hasn''t entered the stage yet. Your strength is too different."


    The poet shook his head and said, "I don''t know why. Kunta always has a power to soften people. He calmed me down. He studied the balance with me."


    "So these inferences come from Kunta?"


    "I think so, but Kunta said that all this came from Tianping. Tianping told him all this."


    Manda covered his eyebrows again. Now he understands why poets have the idea of suicide. Some knowledge is really not what ordinary people should explore.


    "Where is Kunta now?"


    "He is delving into ancient books."


    "Didn''t I seal up the ancient books?"


    The poet pursed his lips and said, "you know, some things are difficult for you to stop, especially when you are away. No one can stop Kunta''s heart obsessed with exploration."


    "I have to take Kunta away, I have to burn that book, I have to finish my promotion and give this balance to Hermes. It''s too evil..."


    Manda was about to get up. He suddenly felt dizzy. The poet quickly helped him sit down: "I know this feeling. On the night of my suicide, this feeling is very strong. Take a break first, try to meditate quietly, and try to calm your mind."


    Relying on the sixth order divinity, Manda constantly adjusted his state and felt a little recovered. He stopped his eyes on the tray of the balance.


    Is this a God or a beast? Manda feels this thing is alive!


    He gently stroked one finger bone, and a question suddenly came to his mind: "whose skeleton is this?"


    Manda was thinking about it, but she didn''t realize that the phalanges were closing one by one and was about to grasp Manda''s fingers.


    The poet sitting aside was so surprised that he quickly pulled Manda''s hand back.


    As soon as Manda shook her head, she woke up and gasped a few times. "What happened just now?"


    "Your finger was almost caught by the tray."


    "What happens if you get caught?"


    "I don''t know what will happen, but it will probably disappear."


    Manda was so frightened that he almost lost a golden finger.


    For the first time since he came to this world, something could threaten his golden finger.


    It''s too evil. It must be handled properly.


    "I have to seal it in the Styx island. No one can..."


    Halfway through, Manda''s throat is stuck.


    The poet looked shocked and said, "what''s the matter with you? What choked you?"


    It''s just this time, it''s just this time!


    Manda covered her throat and blushed. With a violent cough, a huge Pearl was sprayed out by him.


    The Pearl flew to the tray on the right and was firmly held by the phalanx.


    The cross bar fluctuated up and down until it was stable, and the pearls in the tray disappeared.