Chapter 150: Journey To The Past.
What they saw was an ancient civilization, vast and bustling. Houses were built with intricate designs of clay and mud, people dressed in minimalist indigenous clothing. Yet, these aren’t primitive people. Humans soared through the sky without wings or machines, floating effortlessly, or levitating heavy objects—fifty tons of marble, for instance—with a casual flick of a hand.
Pyramid structures dotted the landscape, majestic and numerous. Many people meditated inside these pyramids, their minds radiating calm, focused energy. They didn’t speak with crude vocal cords; they conversed telepathically, their thoughts echoing clearly in the minds of the Marcoses as if they were their own.
Then, their perspective shifted, drawn to the largest pyramid structure. It was made of gleaming, polished white marble, marveled like an ethereal castle, with huge, towering pillars stretching towards a sun that seemed warmer, brighter.
On its grand entrance, the Royal Seal of the Tallano family was etched, radiating authority. This was the Maharlika Kingdom, the golden age of ancient Philippines. Kings and royals. People didn’t ride on the sea with ships; their vessels were sleek, ethereal crafts that floated silently in the sky. Crystals, pulsating with raw energy, were the main source of power.
Richard, observing this, felt a surge of understanding; this was how they powered their cities, their craft, their everyday lives. He noted the intricate symbols carved into the crystals—some manifested fire and light, others allowed for effortless levitation, and still others created shimmering air bubbles that allowed users to traverse deep under the ocean.
Their consciousnesses then projected miles and miles, and found themselves gazing upon a vast, breathtaking city floating gracefully on the surface of the ocean, shimmering with impossible light.
This was Atlantis. Here, crystals were not just power sources but integrated into the very fabric of their technology. This wasn’t steampunk; it was "crystal punk"—machines ran on crystal power, from their colossal ships to their intricate mechanisms. At the center of Atlantis was a massive pyramid, its apex piercing the ocean surface, its base stretching into the deepest abyss. It was the most technologically advanced city, a marvel of bio-integrated engineering and psionic resonance.
Next, their vision shifted again, less technologically advanced but perhaps the most majestic. All people had lighter, pale skin, white hair, and striking silver eyes, much like Richard himself now. They weren’t technologically advanced in the conventional sense; their advancement lay in their mastery of psionic and psychic power.
A massive crystal obelisk dominated the central plaza, emanating a wave of pure psionic energy that rippled through the vision, impacting Bongbong, Imee, and Imelda directly. They felt it, a gentle, yet profound, pressure in their minds, a tingling sensation of awakened senses. Everyone here was flying, floating, communicating telepathically. For the Marcoses, it was like viewing history in real-time, except everything was immersive; they could feel the sounds, the air, the very emotions as if they were truly there. This was the ancient kingdom of Lemuria.