83: Chapter 83 Primitive Vowels

Chapter 83 Primal Mother Vowel (Seeking follow-up reads)

New Year's Day.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Dongdu Library, auxiliary building.

Fang Cheng cast a glance at the display rack introducing the holiday events.

Then he walked along the corridor and quickly found a multimedia lecture hall.

Pushing the door open, he saw a white-haired female scholar standing on the podium, adjusting her slides.

The lecture event seemed to have just begun.

Quite a few people were already sitting inside, including older scholars in the same field and some young students.

Fang Cheng quietly sat down in an empty seat in the last row, joining them.

The female scholar fiddled with the microphone on the podium and cleared her throat.

This was a signal for the whispering audience off stage to quiet down.

As the discussions stopped one after another, the female scholar then began the lecture.

"As everyone knows, there are many different languages and scripts in the world we live in. Within Xia alone, over 100 languages have been discovered so far. If placed on a global scale, this number is even more astonishing..."

Fang Cheng also pricked up his ears and entered a state of listening attentively.

Earlier on the display rack, he had already seen the speaker's resume introduction.

Hao Yu, professor of the Department of Archaeology at Dongdu University and a famous paleo-linguist.

In terms of academic research in certain areas, she should be considered a world-class authoritative scholar.

And the title of this lecture was:

"The Common Origin Theory of World Languages and Its Significance for Human Evolutionary History."

Just as Professor Hao was giving her opening remarks, the hurried sound of high heels stepping on the ground came over.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of fragrant breeze brushed against his face.

A graceful female figure walked straight over and sat down beside Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng turned his head to look and found that it was none other than Lin Chuqiao, the beautiful teacher he met that day.

"Shh!"

Being late, she raised a finger, signaling him not to speak.

Fang Cheng speechlessly turned his head back.

Although this woman could be considered to have helped him, their relationship wasn't that close yet, right?

Today, she was wearing a beige skirt suit full of dignified temperament, which instead made her figure look even more proud than before.

The faint scent of perfume sprayed on her drifted over from time to time, inevitably causing distraction.

Fang Cheng sniffed with his nose and slightly frowned.

Sometimes, having too keen a sense of smell wasn't a good thing.

After glancing at the woman beside him, he chose to sit with a seat separating them.

Lin Chuqiao's eyes looked calmly toward the podium, but the corners of her mouth curled into a faint, elusive smile.

"In our academic circle, the oldest common language elements are called 'Primal Mother Vowel'. It originated from primitive tribes living in the continental plateau during the Great Flood. After the flood receded, it was brought to all parts of the world by the survivors."

Professor Hao turned on the projector and, with the help of prepared text and image documents, expounded her academic views.

"Primal Mother Vowel can be said to be the most basic type that human throat sounds can produce, with vowels and single syllables as core elements to express important things in the lives of primitive people."

"For example, the connection of human sacrifices to gods and demons, the sun, moon, and stars, changes in the four seasons, and birth, aging, sickness, and death, and they have left traces in almost all languages."

Walking back and forth on the stage, she raised her hand to point at the five basic vowels displayed on the slide on the screen.

"The vowel E retains the most complete primitive state in Xia language pronunciation and characters, namely using a single horizontal line to represent the earth from east to west, the origin of all things, which is also the number 'one', and the 'one' of Taiyi."

"The vowel O is simply a circle in primitive script, representing the sky, infinite time with no beginning and no end, which also corresponds to Wuji in Xia culture."

"The vowel I is a top-to-bottom symbol representing the ladder connecting heaven and earth, humans and gods."

"Coincidentally, the combination of these three vowels happens to be the name of the Creator in the ancient Desert Language..."

Professor Hao explained the original meanings of the five major vowels in turn, and then made a summary:

"All languages in the world can be seen as a branch-like evolution System, and Primal Mother Vowel is the root of the human language tree."

"And the Xia language family is a very important language System among them that balances phonetics and pictographic semantics. It is also the language family with the largest population base in the world today, holding extremely important research value for our academic community..."

Speaking of this, Professor Hao took a sip of tea and rested for a short while.

When she continued to speak next, her tone became somewhat heavy.

"I believe everyone should have heard that a very unfortunate incident happened in Xishan early last month, and many of my colleagues and friends died."

"However, in these Xishan archaeological ruins, some things that can corroborate the Primal Mother Vowel theory were also discovered."

Hearing this, not only was Fang Cheng's strong interest piqued, but other scholars also couldn't help whispering among themselves.

Professor Hao did not beat around the bush and quickly said again:

"Next, I will play a cassette tape."

"This is audio data compiled after deciphering, based on the primitive scripts discovered by our archaeological personnel in the underground palace."

As soon as these words were spoken, an uproar broke out in the audience.

Lin Chuqiao leaned her head over at this time and whispered a reminder:

"Listen carefully, perhaps the answer you are looking for is among them."

Fang Cheng glanced at her with slight surprise.

At the same time, holding a bit of anticipation, he calmed his mind and waited quietly.

Professor Hao took out a cassette tape and put it into the player on the podium.

No errors, first release content, check one by one!

Perhaps to let everyone better immerse themselves in the listening atmosphere, the ceiling lights were turned off one after another.

Click.

As the sound of the button sounded, the faint rustling sound of the cassette tape turning was transmitted through the microphone to the entire lecture hall.

In the darkness, everyone held their breath, waiting for this audio data to officially open.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

Just as the crowd was waiting a bit impatiently.

Moo-ang——

Suddenly, a desolate and deep moo sound rang out from the player.

Then through the transmission of the microphone, the sound wave instantly diffused into everyone's ears.

This sound was like coming from the distant primordial wasteland, transcending time and space, descending into this place.

Causing people's hearts to tremble slightly.

He didn't know what the specific feeling of the other listeners was.

In Fang Cheng's mind, a string seemed to be plucked abruptly.

Buzz buzz buzz——

As the sound waves oscillated, he only felt that his body and the surrounding environment produced a strange resonance phenomenon.

That incomparably deep melody was like knocking open a certain door in the brain that was originally tightly shut, faintly showing signs of sudden enlightenment.

Before he could concentrate and think carefully.

Another syllable sounded right after.

This vowel seemed to leak out from that slightly opened door.

Very slight, yet very noisy.

Gradually, it turned into the sound like a tide.

In a trance, Fang Cheng actually had a feeling of being personally on the scene.

Right in front of him, a monstrous giant wave was forming, constantly pounding against the door, eager to pour out.

The magnificence of its Aura made Fang Cheng can't help but wonder if he was experiencing some kind of hallucination.

In a flash of thought, he was still deeply attracted by it, captivated and mesmerized.

And at this very moment.

The panel flickered with light, similarly appearing before his eyes.

[Japanese Language lv1 (13/250)]

[Nanyang Language lv0 (95/100)]

[Desert Language lv0 (87/100)]

[Latin lv0 (64/100)]

Among them, the four language-type skills bloomed with a radiance that was extraordinarily brighter than usual.

If one looked closely.

One could find that the experience values on the panel were actually soaring upwards as the syllables echoed.