290: Chapter 290: The Global Pyramids May All Originate from Atlantis

"A white island, huh? That's definitely Antarctica."

"Came from the sea and then disappeared?"

"Isn't that exactly what the indigenous legends say about Atlantis?"

"So that white island in Antarctica is where the people of Atlantis stayed later?"

"Wait, that's not right. Wasn't Atlantis under the sea? How did it end up in Antarctica?"

"Upstairs, weren't you listening carefully? The brother said the civilization came from the sea, meaning whether it was a great flood or something else, it caused Atlantis to move from the Atlantic Ocean to Antarctica!"

"*Hiss*~~ So Atlantis was originally in one place, it sank, and some people escaped and fled to Antarctica?"

"Did Antarctica sink later too? No, no, Antarctica didn't sink; it was frozen over, right?"

"Am I the only one curious if someone over ten thousand years ago could cross the vast ocean and go ten thousand miles away to Antarctica?"

"Now that you mention it, it really makes my scalp tingle. This damn navigation technology is a bit badass!"

"..."

At the thought of this possibility, the expressions of countless viewers in the livestream suddenly became mysterious.

Meanwhile, in Kyoto, at the University of History's faculty housing.

Professor Chen Runzhi's eyes suddenly lit up. "Haha, I know this legend!"

Qian Mingyi, Professor Liu Guangyi, and Professor Wang Shouren all looked at him in unison.

Professor Chen Runzhi explained with a smile, "In the legends of the Incas of Peru, there is a deity named Viracocha. He was a white man with a beard; he came from the sea to the Andes Mountains and taught the locals about architecture, agriculture, and astronomy."

"After Viracocha completed all this, he and his followers walked west into the sea and disappeared into the ocean."

"And in the legends of the Aymara people of Bolivia, there are similar stories."

"They say that in the far south, there is a white island that was once the place where the gods lived; remember, [the place where the gods lived]."

Hearing this, the three professors looked at each other.

They naturally understood that either the technology of these so-called [gods] was countless times higher than the science of the Bolivian civilization at the time, which is why it was described as [the land of the gods].

"Later, because of a period when the earth was covered, that island disappeared, and the gods came from the sea to the Andes Mountains, becoming their ancestors."

Hearing this, Professor Liu Guangyi's eyes flickered. "That's quite intriguing. A period when the earth was covered—isn't that the Ice Age or the Great Flood?"

Qian Mingyi was deep in thought. "A white island, coming from the sea; disappearing into the ocean... the similarity to the description of Atlantis is too high, isn't it?"

Professor Wang Shouren analyzed, "If Atlantis really was in the Atlantic Ocean and later sank, leading some people to flee to Antarctica—which wasn't frozen yet—then the civilization they left in Antarctica was later frozen during the Ice Age. Those who escaped took their technology to South America."

"Then the source of the Pyramids in South America, the Pyramids in Ancient Egypt, and even the rumored Antarctic Pyramids would all align perfectly."

The four professors looked at each other, their scalps tingling.

However, there's a very serious problem here!

Was Antarctica really frozen over tens of millions of years ago? If so, how could the Piri Reis Map record an Antarctica that wasn't frozen?

Or rather, was Antarctica actually not yet frozen over ten thousand years ago?

But modern science tells them, including data transmitted from Antarctic research teams, that Antarctica was indeed frozen tens of millions of years ago!

This point left not only the four of them but also countless teachers and experts puzzled and bewildered.

Meanwhile, on the big screen.

Jiang Zhe operated the tablet computer and pulled up several photos, his voice continuing.

"Xiao Yu, look, there's also this. In Queen Maud Land, Antarctica, a research team discovered some pyramid-shaped peaks in 1985."

"Whether they are naturally formed is currently uncertain, but it can be seen that the Antarctic Pyramids have distinct regular geometric shapes."

Xiao Yu leaned in to browse. The peaks in the photos did indeed look like Pyramids—symmetrical on four sides with sharp edges.

"Is this a Pyramids?"

"It's not confirmed, only suspected to be a Pyramids. It can't be directly proven yet, but it really doesn't look like a naturally formed mountain."

He put down the tablet and looked at Xiao Yu.

"So Xiao Yu, through these fragments of evidence, what principle have you discovered?"

Xiao Yu was stunned, then her beautiful eyes lit up. "Pyramids really seem to have some connection with Atlantis!"

"The Pyramids of Ancient Egypt, the Pyramids of South America, and the suspected Pyramids of Antarctica; if Atlantis really existed and was in Antarctica, then after their people escaped, they might have brought the technology of the Pyramids to Ancient Egypt and South America!"

"Regardless, the connection between Pyramids and lost ancient super-civilizations is very strong."

"Perhaps Pyramids aren't just simple buildings, but serve some other purpose?"

As the words fell, the eyes of countless viewers in the livestream also flickered.

"Xiao Yu's reasoning is solid."

"So the global Pyramids, even if separated by ten thousand miles, have the same source: the lost Atlantis?"

"It's not just building them, but the spread of technology by the survivors of Atlantis!"

"That would explain why the Ancient Egypt and South America Pyramids are so similar!"

"Yeah, I thought it was strange before. Across the Atlantic Ocean, why were so many Pyramids built? Surely ancient people weren't just particularly bored, right?"

"So the source is in Antarctica; that makes sense now!"

"Damn, that's terrifying when you think about it!"

At this moment, in the principal's office of Gusu High School.

Old Wang stared at the big screen, hesitating to speak. "This..."

He turned to look at Ren Xiaoyao, then at Principal Fu, then at Xiao Wang, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Old Wang, what do you want to say? Don't hesitate." Principal Fu glanced at him and tossed a ping-pong ball from the desk at Old Wang's forehead.

Old Wang caught the ping-pong ball with quick reflexes and then said excitedly:

"Old Fu, Ren Xiaoyao, Xiao Wang, listen to me; if this white island really exists, then the number of times it appears in myths is far more than we imagine!"

"Besides the Incas and Aymara mentioned in the bullet chats on the big screen just now, do you know the legends of the Polynesians?"

"Their myths say their ancestors came from a place called Hawaiki, a warm southern island that was later swallowed by the sea."

"And their migration route was from south to north—that is, spreading northward from the South Pacific!"

Ren Xiaoyao recalled, "I remember the Polynesians. Their navigation technology was very advanced, but their origin has always been a mystery!"

Old Wang nodded repeatedly. "And then there are the Hindu legends."

"Their sacred mountain, Mount Meru, is considered the center of the world and is located in the north."

"But if one looks closely at their ancient texts, some versions mention that a long, long time ago, the place where the gods lived was actually in the south. It was a paradise with eternal spring that was later covered by ice and snow for some reason, and only then did the gods move to the north."

"And interestingly, in the oldest Hindu text, the Rigveda, there is a hymn that mentions a [southern land] and a [dwelling shrouded in white light]."

"Hindu scholars discovered after research that these descriptions point to a southern continent covered by ice and snow."

"And the Rigveda was composed at least before 3000 BC, which is over five thousand years ago!"

He looked at everyone, his tone gradually becoming serious.

"Over five thousand years ago, humans didn't even know the Earth was round, yet Hindu ancient texts already recorded a [southern white land]."

"What does this show?"

"It shows that the people who wrote these poems had seen Antarctica with their own eyes; or rather, their ancestors had seen it and passed these memories down through generations!"

"Doesn't this align with the 'period when the earth was covered' mentioned earlier?"

"*Hiss*, this..." Xiao Wang stood by, dumbfounded. "Uncle Wang, how do you know so much?"

Old Wang replied with a face full of pride, "I spent some time researching the history of various countries and specifically studied the commonalities of ancient myths. Do you know what shocked me the most? It's the legends of the Ancient Egyptians themselves!"

"The Ancient Egyptians believed their deities came from a place called the [Land of Ptah], a southern island that was the home of the gods."

"And the word [Ptah] in Ancient Egyptian means creation and origin."

Xiao Wang sucked in a breath of cold air. "So the Ancient Egyptians also believed their gods came from the south, all from a white island in the south?"

Old Wang nodded heavily.

"Exactly. And think about it, you three: if you keep going south from Ancient Egypt, past the Equator, where do you eventually end up? Isn't it exactly Antarctica!"

As the words fell, the office suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Principal Fu straightened up heavily, his expression exceptionally serious.

"Polynesia, India, Ancient Egypt, South America... so many civilizations separated by ten thousand miles all mention a white island in the south, the home of the gods in their myths... and everyone is so far apart. The south, Antarctica—this place sounds like an even bigger mystery now!"

"Yes, the mystery is too big!" Ren Xiaoyao shook his head in amazement. "If this is just a coincidence, it's too much of a coincidence..."

Old Wang looked at the screen, his mood calming down, his eyes complex. "So Xiao Yu's unintentional remark just now might really not be a wrong guess. The source of the global Pyramids technology might indeed be in Antarctica; it might really have a huge connection with Atlantis!"

...

On the other side, in Kyoto, at the Qingfeng Temple.

Zheng Ming looked at the screen and dismissed it speechlessly. "What does this prove?"

"An ancient map, a few legends, a few pyramid-like peaks—this isn't evidence at all!"

He looked at Jin Xianmeng. "Brother Jin, don't you agree? He's at his wit's end, starting to use these groundless things to make up the numbers."

Jin Xianmeng rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought, not saying a word.

Celestial Master Zhang, on the contrary, found it more and more interesting. "Old Zheng, don't be in such a hurry. Let the man finish."

On the big screen.

On the sofa, seeing that Jiang Zhe wasn't speaking, Xiao Yu said again, "Brother, but this evidence still seems a bit insufficient."

"Is there any deeper evidence that can prove Atlantis was really in Antarctica?"

As the words fell, the livestream went quiet for a moment.

At Gusu High School, Old Wang couldn't help but sit up straight.

At Huaqing University, Li Mo, Professor Ouyang, and the others all straightened their bodies and listened intently, afraid to miss the slightest detail.

Xiao Yu even held her breath, staring intently at Jiang Zhe, but there wasn't a hint of a joke on his face, as if he was for real.

Just as everyone was watching with bated breath, the corners of Jiang Zhe's mouth curled slightly. "Naturally, there is."

"And this evidence has been endorsed by military personnel!"

As the words fell, everyone present suddenly widened their eyes and sucked in a breath of cold air.

Kyoto, Qingfeng Temple.

"Fuck, even that exists?"

Zheng Ming's eyes widened, staring at the screen in disbelief.

Jin Xianmeng also suddenly sat up straight, a flash of surprise and suspicion in his eyes.

Celestial Master Zhang was stunned, then smiled with a face full of amazement. "Interesting, interesting."